Words by S Brian Adam of How Do How Do The Lovely Thing

I write my name. It is my duty. My life here to be taken care of.
Profound-innateness -- the intuition of birth breathing an atmosphere given for deliberations of experiencing for the sake of the "profundity" itself; a reason it's own sound in breathing it's commission to know the purpose of experiencing because... The innateness of intuition challenging itself to understand through an absorbing-process experiencing just that. I write my name, my room, my womb. I move in the profundity of no direction: an unlimited seeing without point-direction. Only a sense of all-permeation -- warmth of the innateness that spells my calling-name: Brian, where are you? Are you at peace? The angel asked... are you at peace? The question in the answer about the followed intuition. The undirected sensing inside the innate-words in intuition.  I move in my creation. It is intuition of reasoning as to purpose. I make this work, somehow, it is mine to take care of. All creation for the sake of all. A secret-sensing to realizing in innateness of all in all. Something clear without seeing it: making a way for itself. It has me in its half-light. A clarity of knowing in distance: observing: conciseness is, this seeming vagueness is the definition. It is not indirect. It is this way of ability to move/motion according to winds of forceful knowledge in experience; to be taken care through the motion of experiencing; motioning itself the guide through the "winds" noting the way for us: all in all. I move -- am in motion -- between the (my) mother-womb and the whelming womb of innateness, my invulnerable intuitive sensing that learns through motioning; experiencing this atmosphere in i am. I inhabit my experiencing. A signer of experiencing wind-declaration: pushing-on the innate of no controversy. somewhere, I am witnessing in a distinction of atmospheric-sense of an ability to converse within my sensing of a deliberate way, set by me, with me in mind of the wind that hollows a place of intuitive/innate decisions it waits without time. It hears without time and sees as so it does have anything but innateness. and in this, it may wait without what we know as waiting. just, it exists in intuition...occasions are! Simple. No solution. All motion. Fragrance. Hearing. Seeing. Knowing. Waiting without it being so. Intimacy is the charm in our atmosphere; how we respond intuitively to an alluring sense of an eternal untiring contributor that can increase pressure at the time of round-about that is flush with camaraderie achieving further nuance in a forehead in a morning-dew of its waking qualities newly fragranced for an achieving day.