tmbt: sneak up luck
The most beautiful thing I experienced this weekend were the eyes of kindness and joy of a man I’ve only just met but have already known deeply. Tunnels down into great bliss and rolling fever, these eyes ran olive brown and gave way to cactus green on the way to cavernous compassion and soft soft driving nothings. Plunging back and pulling in, these eyes whispered a password and shouted for more motion and more stillness and more memory and none at all, all at once. These eyes have seen stars as no other, heard harmonic progressions of soul like only a few are able, and have held my hands of time back to leave love hanging in mid-air as only a reveler in the moment can. These eyes stand tall, bare the giant heart, and carry many things, but most of all, these eyes reflected beauty in the eyes of another lucky lucky soul and we may all be better for the care shown and magnetism yielded to. Beauty is grace is wonder is a jackpot at the end of the rainbow sitting in the chest beneath these eyes.