(via thatkief)
(via zenmystic)
“The bliss of existing after having been erased. Crushed and in that form, the joy of bathing in the first light. Traces of the sprinkling will sizzle madly in the zero-degree fire - the force of crystallization into the force of destruction, and the force of destruction into the clatter of what is destroyed, are now struck back into the course of the swirl I’ve just lived through.”
(via explosionspace)