Vast Riding Through Sapphire Grassy Plains
On Cedar Plains East and West
by (and images by) / di (e immagini di) Till Bögelsack (non è stato possibile tradurre il testo, in quanto inteso come fluire poetico)
Creating a carved echo of a cedar auroch-cherubim – from Phoenician wood and sea salt
Grass-beryl is good care – it is basalt lava plains and swamps within. A width of plains of grass, philosophy that lets us imagine anew. It sparks within us a new way of seeing the world, contemplating inner rye in all of it. And the artistic dimension is often the sapphire view, fig of scientific and philosophical inquiry. Let us dream of reeds, they sway like wings, rye-like auroch-cherubim.
In fact, sapphire-green beryl dreaming is an agate key to levitate – upward thoughts in a moment’s awareness – in a moment when we need it most. A component, note to the wise carnelian path of learning through the inner Versailles, essential as is a maze of the tongue – γλῶσσα (glôssa), allowing us to steer ships across linen.
A green beryl dye within the imagination of grass. So, in a sense, all is of the phonetic word played on the sitar with its myriad roots and tapestry branches.
Collating all beginnings within an ancient Silk Road dream of the inner continent, deepest topaz grass. And a silken dream is to pour gently onto grass, beryl plains in May a wide porcelain of seven woven seas.
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To an extent, plains are sand and wise – as if the inner Sahara came from sandy mountains of wisdom. Devoted their ink feathers to written parchment, a spelt of desert garden that allows high grasses, jade of many thoughts – to rush, to meld ink with paper, and to capture seven woven seas like trigrams, almost instinctively.
And visions are an integral, denominator to this but perhaps an after-deep thought to the inner jade of an art, thoughts from the first ink-rush.
Also, to the pursuit of spiritual inquiry – it is playing a worldly dice as our thoughts wander.
We search for an ace, a piece dedicated to easy inquiry, trying to find a facsimile for the parchment of an art we do not understand. But life – βίος (bíos) – can seem octagonal and deep as is the world continent shedding light into damp marches of inner seas.
A tablet of the sea, like a vast element of Baltic Sea grain, a daring nourishment on a plate. It is a parcel delivered on porcelain. An apricot with a hard shell of elements of a full dish intertwined.
But the philosophical wall surrounding the inner auroch-cherubim light is like another tapestry of tenacious silk surrounding our awareness, a cloud that – projects inner daring, onto pre-conditioned surface of a cleverly-motioned table on four hooves whereupon lay the silk. Gentle like four ink feathers as intricate as cedars, tall as Phoenician pillars, stable but unable to point to the origin of the source from whence we came.
Wide as a connecting inner sitar with everything that is, its rye-like reeds float. A crossing expanse as wide as the lyre of sitar with sound uplift, of roaming cedar-to-sky, breaking long-abandoned sinewy-monastic walls.
And it is beyond the vessel of inner surface waters, a conversation of every row of sail of sound. A Kogge graceful as the Baltic Sea, grows bark and stamina, ripens like oak wood in the salt of sea. The purpose of its sails are wings, strong as silk from an iron jade, and a vast Tyre row – as something peculiar, one bark that connects. Clinker-built, to the world – οἰκουμένη (oikoumenē) beyond ourselves.
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An ocean of drape riveting chlorophyll in ebb and flood. Dense and daring kelp, jade-rye of sea are the foundation pearls of naturalness and connection to one’s nature’s seafarer wares. And nature itself is on the vessel, perhaps, onto a quest, still a fountain emergent flowing from and into vast rivers of the initial Tigris, inner river moon to become whole and framed – upheaved in modernity only by the garden of Versailles.
Its marine nature, riveting moon, connects us to the glacial parchment. Out from the icy waves of the four-sidedness, walnut surface and core, a rudraksha with four horizons stretching out – from the inner core. That which is beyond us is beyond us, a shells of sea like innermost scripture. It is not a garden; it is a maze and after icy winter comes spring reemergent-glacial thought. A fraction becomes whole.
An interdisciplinary approach to lush desert and sand, grains of the wholesome reeds. Art of the widest beauty, καλόν – kalón. There on the sea, they intertwine. Different fields, connecting art to science and nature – the natural sciences, philosophy – mellow tributary like a Yamuna River, communal width. This is a sea attribute with many folds. A wise udumbara of an art that connects like knowing grass of the sea, vast and widely.
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Spilled lentil seeds dry like breadcrumbs in the rutty earth. Their inner cambium is rye, but it is wheat too. Lentils are also like wheat, and they all become another surface and a mineral tone on earthly plains, linen-wise and wave-lyrical, lying flat like calcium on the good earth to ascend in wisdom.
Cracked bark of the cedar like an elephant bird egg, opens the granary of Ostia. A grand opening with a dazing, Alexandrian taste to touch, nourish. Cracked earth. Witness the firmament of the earth channeling water, elevating the spherical Palatine. It ignites a fresh way of seeing the myrrh and the stages of the winged sun in stages of conscience, full-rubine.
In a physical unfolding of the moon, inwardly prompting us to reflect on our place within the moon sphere, flat molten sky disc hitting nuanced time.
The artistic dimension often sparks the beginnings of scientific and philosophical inquiry – inspiring inner seas – a ferrous upward stir – in a dream up to Mount Mahāmeru from west to east.
Dreaming is a select inner spelt, so consumptive. A rye illustration – of discs, of plates, on the table plains of the sky, οὐρανός (ouranós) – they allow us to envision a serene moon and the grace of a morning climb, feeling the dabble of dreams. On the water’s surface, the cedrane scent, flight of the auroch-cherubim is present in night’s reflection.
Encapsulated within our own minds, the night becomes disc-like in our understanding of the earth, as if we were riding across a plain’s gravity, in a capsule of muscular night light, lit by many moons like vermillion ostrich eggs from another stir of the night.
In that sense, everything starts with an Ostrich earth. Interwoven calcium, ripe rye recipe of yolk lava molten, closed off by a white calcine linen and handled by an inner carpenter, crafting, engraving.
Ostrich on the plain through two-folds of physical matter of rye-like fusion, in thought-forming spelt that is then brought to sea, full horsepower of a canvas in a calcine stir steering various nodes of geography – wave-full strength on the tapestry, vertically, horizontally, circumscribed, shoveling of light.
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The wheat is for the ocean trade; the Kogge ships split salt from sea, and shift sea water under oval form under water-wary moon. They were Phoenician-builds, clear planks of cedrene as if from auroch-cherubim. In the interwoven grace of the sea, planks formed a bushel of reeds like lattice of inner technē, of fertile soaked plains adjoined keeping sailors dry.
Valley golden wheat woven, on a Phoenician deck into wallowing seas. Wave-steering these planks through the wide dye of sapphire to Carthage, from the east to the west, as if ships have become, have risen from the sun of the limestone body of ancient Tyre.
We steer through herring plains and find sea, salt and wooden keel. Thoughtful analysis of sand and grains of ocean granaries. Habits of another beginning, olive, the organic distinction of topaz, mild grass. Kelb of an emerging – of shining silver reeds at night.
Every silver hill between the seas, has an amount of strength, has these sea-kilt-calcified steppes of an ocean floor – bustling, wind-heaved in short wave-blink across dried sea grass, reeds kneel sideways and are brevity in ocean tide, and build strong feet.
In the cedar forest at noon above, warmth opens the steppes to fruits of the cedar forest – for riders to see. Airy in the continental drift between desert and the ocean.
Warm lavender lightens the sapphirine bog on an ocean, as shadows of hematite begin emerging like inner sea basalt of a northwestern-clad tin. Rye of herring-icy sea. Rising from deep dark caves like aces of cards between mountains of sea, vastest plains of tin. Binding the qualities of metal and sea – like desert and ocean.
Connecting pride with yonder grace of the seas, their ink is their discerning wave and writing tool and ware, is their written light and their deep sea. Where hematite turns to royal purple, snail dye on the sapphire plains of the sea, there it becomes kunzite of beauty.
From northern fields of sea and desert liaison, we find deepening resonance, riders on sea plains and dryness, grassy mounts carry ripened mineral bounty. Rising like wheat from a seditious rock, onto an erstwhile horse, drying like the first land, the first-while on plains of sea. Within it, an added erstwhile purpose, and from within them – these sailors are adding gravitas to maritime sentience.
Linking us to a realm beyond our innermost aludel lyre, deeply layered experience, to marine commune. A sense of inner communion. In it, splitting grass like a barley from reeds, deeds from rye of these vast iron-rich lands, becoming a full bounty of new ways entering lands of felt forlorn, good wheat in scribbling-fortuitous ways, and this wheat is Emmer, iron-rich and good σίτος (sítos).
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In this Aegean maze, pines foster connection north to south. Across silver pelican plains. Ten pelicans’ necks put a sliver shadow into the way of light, their necks reach through the clouds, their heads surveying the ocean for capture of herring, their pouch extending far, like clouds and their breath creating rain, spilling within these rains’ herring on the vast, royal Danube flat land plain of a vast pelican and hoopoe dare.
Their dabbling wings riveting across bare, oarless, oak-less, cedar-less bracken waters creating winds through marshlands. Within them, the surface of tiny copper-bronze veins and arteries like their vast pouch – nature still at spring in a crunchy, icy field.
A surface that becomes molten by their contention with hoopoe – dust and fog arise between them. But their relation is more, takes the form of a courteous-glacial melt. Therein, ice of a samovar becomes water; by grace of a silken glacial lava spring that they both share. Ties that bind pelican, hoopoe, to origin, depth, no matter their size.
Inner art shyly promotes such a succinct, often disjoint approach to apricot and peach, weaving together east and west, various fields in and around pristine habits. Connecting art to the science of the earth – χθών (khthṓn), a universal Phi, is diverting attention of vast ferry thought to be molded into vast inquiry of earth-born floral form.
Indeed, this semblance is distinctive pottery of a copper-silky ware. Easily worn by hoopoe and pelican, damp, deep, humble craft of an inner vessel of art – it has the ability, inner potential to become a wide brazen maze, manyfold chaff of wheat, nutritious and leaved, sprawling. And may it become the full length of amber-corn, where shining chaff is root and root is chaff, of such diverse binding realms, East and West.
Sturdy sapphire pillars – echo of a layered, pristine-lettered legacy
There is a depth in these joined sinews, a full sway to the monumental clock covered in depth of medieval meaning. An oak of sapphire records the desert, sand time, the tails trail in enjoinment of all cloud waters, crown tissue of jade-sapphirine leaves, molded and restored in reeds on vast plains, grasses, life.
Each time they see an oak, behold its meaning, it is like a reedy anointment. Their form is one to contemplate. The fruit of peach is one to taste.
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Much of the meaning of the oak is hidden within, in the dabbling through the entire carnelian sand clustering in lattice and line, flattened by time waves, while maintaining care throughout, in good knowledge and in wisdom that the sand counts.
Aligns, reads bushels of reeds like notes transposed on parchment from sturdy non-viscous columns of an inner Arkona-Veleti palace. As if, leaps and bounds of bookshelves are still maintained like a Doric library.
And many oaks hold a platform of sapphirine knowledge and wise rain; they build a palace that provides shelter from the mineral rain. Yet the rain nourishes not just these oaks, but also us, infinitesimal volumes – spelt within the bounty of the land, wheat and bread.
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There is an interplay of all these elements in the rectangular plain of rowing cuneiform. A towering oak only slowly reveals the essence, the inner life that gives to leaves contextuality, that open to the carnelian earth, fertile sun – vast ἥλιος (hēlios).
Heavenly echo: Theatrical letters to the winged sapphire fig
Writing to the evocation of all grasses and low-brow chaffs of wheat, tying two rows together, as voices acclimatized to each other. Their transcendence does match substance. But further inquisitiveness turns into broken econometric sublimination. A traversing of tried pride and rock. Serene sinews of knowing are tried and tested, reach deep and wide in the spelt of timely summer rye.
There is an iron mirror, spilled dye and tempest and in all – it is geological, layer upon layer of apple tea, sweet like pomegranate ῥόα (rhóa), flavor like apple-grape drops from the samovar. As if thorough stratagem the body of the wise illumed broadly, warmed shortly. As if the writing of a single letter folded in grassy jade. The vast plain and humble row of the steppe, plain hooves have glid on relishing glaciers.
Mounted auroch-cherubim on horse from Arkona to Atlas to Altai, spelt a way through a gorgeous rift of knowing as if riding through the smooth crack of air, of salt through vast ocean itself.
Reach into your inner auroch-cherubim, where nothing has been steadied. The innermost light, encompassed in grainy light of vast turquoise circumstance. A plain, straight referral of the east, finding four or less restrictions in the grassy econometry. Bronze weather in the west, more than four directions to the spelt of wood.
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Has the rider not come to thy shores, thy-cast fishing net, vast shore – lured by herring, by inner restoring?
As if the rain came from deep under mountain basalt. Herring is like this rain. Solid and rooted in the ocean. As if rain were from within the width of the most contemplative cedar. And a cedar, pine is sturdy like Baltic Sea kelp, a herring in the earth that feels divine in the innermost bark.
And a wise centaur-strong-wooden raft of a vast inner cedar becomes nature-sentient in the world of Lake Baikal, just as an olive becomes conscience of water, rains, plains. Vast deep snow on the balalaika that shines, dabbles into a million taps of rain on the surface of the Baltic Sea, plight of clear beryl at night.
Real is nothing more, taste bud-friendly pomegranate in the cold. Obliviousness to the inner jīva? What became wolf came first, in consequence of all being intertwined.
Like lateral root hairs of ice spreading on the vast deep Amur river. It has been an econometry, algebraic bliss seeing water bubbles rise; pomegranates grow in the desert and sea lions expanding across the icy surface of the water.
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Perhaps, sand and desert are built on ice. Cold in snow but warmed by sapphire auroch-cherubim. On covered sapphire ice of Lake Baikal, riders are like tiny apricots that restore wisdom thereupon. They exchange amber-wise their rudraksha thoughts.
Enter you the kingdom of dry spelt, ceiling stretching above the vast wide coniferous age. A cuneiform modern not touched by one’s inner human cortex, an innermost riveting thought.
Eloquence displayed on thick, deep winter ice is merely the first step to recreate and create. Wisely steering the wisdom within that touches the core of conifer and plain of the ripe dye. Into the ice, swallowing the inner world of nothing in the vast pine and steppe revelation.
In the words of vast and plain they all become a marginal grape, apricot of the vast grains spread like humble spelt across vast sea of copper night grass.
Has the ice on Goby taken notice? Perhaps, night has been swallowed by perpendicular light.
Do not take as scribe the horizontal fata morgana eye. See what surface ice has made of desert. A jade of a northern oasis. And a succinct humble grain is the dairy moon, dabble of creative rye, vast inner Bhakti.
Calm ways of the turquoise udumbara and sapphire fig
Glaciated, warm heart. Mountain peaks are mirrored under turquoise. Salt and water, ice of the surface sea. Lashing light of painite-shadow-carnelian in the width of creation of glacial layers, an ocean of salt in the rocky split, cracked bronze in time.
Have you seen the icy April surface glowing from within, an inner rye in the glacier, as it unfolds layers of sand and kelp bloom, wise light. Wise time.
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In the mountains of ice, mirror of apricot wide. The serene words of cuneiform hold like rye sturdy in four winds – on fields of latter summer wheat. Grace of parchment.
In October, an inner dye of carnelian, forming like grass on plains. Turning white like hair in June.
Riders have found the horizon, four lines of rawest sapphire in cuneiform. A dry spell in time and ware, dry sand carried on the insole.
Swaying their feet, riding like a beryl auroch-cherubim. Literary calm, immersion grants insight into wording. Phoenician hopes along the plains west of Samarkand. Inner wording, a fig transcendent, lasting dye.
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Tender sweet, date honey waters the wheat, of inner motion on steppes – lands dry, and dry desert. Have not heard the whispery news, what distinctive tempest, the weather pillars hold.
In the lowest, warmest voice crawling across the ground to see the grass chaffs, humble being of vast steppes, pines of laisser-faire. A parleur is one who searches deep in the rock, finds restorative quality of jade leaves that spring forth from witness stone, on steppes chirping.
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Unbeknownst to all, fine linen unfolds, on soft reeds. Mountains and valleys below. It is a spa for the soul, an inner wisdom retreat. At the root of all the sapphire grace, the udumbara is a caring foundation.
An opal with peacock wings at its core – keeps a lotus afloat. On grassy steppes between the wings of wide-open buds, a carrying motion like a chariot throwing rhythms of sitar onto the surface of a lake between four kind hills.
And the buds store the inner heart’s desire – Θυμός (thymós). The peace of plains – Εἰρήνη (eirḗnē) – and bronze reeds. An innermost request to feel desert innately, pine latitudes. It is in the union of the sapphire fig, east and west. Warm carnelian morning on the steppes is like the first snow on – peach and apricot. They gather sparks, become form and nuance, letting thoughts interjoin and re-kindle and unite in rye, in spelt.
All is copper of jade, iron dye.
Last week the first part / La settimana scorsa, la prima parte.
Friday, October 3, 2025 / Venerdì, 3 Ottobre 2025
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