In an effort to make bounties and shop items more accessible both on site and off we have suggested that the team includes a URL under the summary or management section of the relevant bounty or shop item. If you think that this would be a helpful feature please hop on over to the voting page https://www.mintme.com/voting/Have-a-link-to-a-bounty-URL-under-Management and make sure to vote YES Have a great day 😘
The day has brought its journey The night has brought us home The darkness soothes the tired eyes Time for to burn a cone. A harbour on the voyage The ship tied up at last. But ready to cast off At the dawning light's first blast! We sail into the labile sea The neon shores glow gleamily We spread the sails of imagery And mindscapes everlastingly https://youtu.be/gptY07e4KPA
In an effort to make bounties and shop items more accessible both on site and off we have suggested that the team includes a URL under the summary or management section of the relevant bounty or shop item. If you think that this would be a helpful feature please hop on over to the voting page https://www.mintme.com/voting/Have-a-link-to-a-bounty-URL-under-Management and make sure to vote YES Have a great day 😘
The original song that inspired my version is by satorid23 and can be find on https://suno.com/s/djrAz8acs0Mb8ocE - his lyrics are sublime "I saw the satori in the skin of my dreams I heard your laugh like a doorbell wind Every mirror turned smoky obsidian And the empty room kept singing too Hyperbolic love on a velvet rail One foot there, one foot to fail You disappear, then you come back clean Like a tide in a dream machine" Extract of Shadow Drip by satorid23 https://youtu.be/T7Ph88NQSUQ
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I fed the birds this morning, And I thought again of you. Sitting on your back porch, Pipe and mug held in your hands, Sprinkling seed beneath the roses, Contemplating, making plans. It was a strangely beautiful connection - Silent, unshared, all alone. Just a memory of conversation In a world that has moved on. As we strive and as we struggle, And move forward with our plans, It's comforting to know we have friends In foreign, distant lands. Life is good.
The ship was built in sheltered docks, Her timbers sound and true. Her name was carved, her sails were bent, Her compass held its view. The charts were drawn. The stores were stowed. The captain knew his trade. But still she rested, safe ashore, A promise only made. Then came the call to cross the bar, Where river meets the sea. The harbour ropes were cast away "Now sail for all to see." She entered waters shared by all, Where every ship must fare. No private pond, no hidden cove, But open currents there. The sea remembered where she'd passed, Each bearing, wake, and tack. No sailor could deny the course, Or call the journey back. Yet oceans do not favour names, Nor bless a painted bow. A vessel earns her reputation By how she rides the flow. Deployment is that crossing point, The harbour left behind. A token joins the common sea, Its fortune with the tide entwined.
A token is a little boat, A promise carved from code. But boats are only useful Where living waters flowed. A thousand boats on desert sand Will never cross the plain. They need a river deep enough To carry every name. Liquidity's that flowing stream, The water under trade. It lets a buyer find a seller, A bargain swiftly made. When many hands bring water there, The current gathers strength. A single cup is quickly drained; A river runs at length. Too little water, every oar Disturbs the mirrored face. A tiny trade can raise a wave That shifts the market's place. But where the channel broadens wide, Great vessels pass with ease. The price bends only gently there, Like grasses in the breeze. So treasure is not coin alone, Nor numbers on a screen. Its strength is in the moving stream That keeps the market clean. For wealth that cannot freely flow Is wealth that's locked away. A river earns its living By giving water every day.
Oh yes! Another story! Its bubbling in the pot! My heart is singing with the tea It knows that what is what. I sit and wait with bated breath To see what will emerge From the new mix of lore and love Stored on the magic storeroom shelf, 'long side the sticks and stones and mason jars And salt and bow and flint. I love this magic brew you brew I love to watch you shine. I'm here to hear, to see, to breathe To notice and engage To play the game of kings and queens And in that play, perhaps to learn To own my throne on the white hill And the dark one in my mind.
