hazey gazes.
A light, hidden in shells.
Beautified with costumes, decorations and jewels.
A mannequin of sorts, shaped to an image, a “picture perfect” sculpted figure.
Standards gazing our eyes forward? Another imaginative image that keeps our energies spinning towards “sold!”
Golden, cherished, more than glittery golds.
Inner gazes, spiritual meditative gazes.
Connected gazes.
Can we uncover the stereo typings that kept us living in shells?
Running, chasing, skipping across fake marble stars, paid for by the stars, and praised by the political minds who ride coat tails to take them far.
Ladder nations, top down, suffocating light in our human nation.
Gazing through hazes, smoke and mirrors, a pursuit of happiness, with no understanding of where joy is.
Be the gaze of light, light the gaze of light.