Surprisingly, it’s all flown.
What does one have to do despite the mysteries having been witnessed, maybe hallucinated and dissolved from within.
Timeless is one’s own call, it is not as abstract as I thought.
How can one come to a clear conclusion of the endeavours of life’s tests, experiences and trials.. everyday is a battle, right?
To love a man or a woman is beyond the battles of the physical, it is the spiritual warfares – the hardships we deal with in our secret places. . this shows us the essence of the might, the might which moves in the mist of the breath. Holding one another is the true empowerment of life, selfless it all is.. sacred too is it’s mystery.
Escaping this truth is impossible, it is the constant path of every soul who desires to awaken.. testing his waters, either drowning him completely or merely rocking his boat.
I’ve not to mention the rather bizarre findings in this journey, it some-what baffles me that i’m climbing this mountain, lighter and lighter it will be. As I continue to press on.. someone else climbs with me – the mountain disappears and all that is left is us. . . Us gliding in the air.
The air being all that we wonder, all we ever seem to think about, all we hope for even through silences and unspoken words. How can one say it’s deep, it’s surely not seen but hey! We just cannot talk nonsense, it wouldn’t make sense because we are seeing such wonders, present daily. . . feelings surveying the all.
So many questions but no answers, why answer. There is no answer but the learning of your own word springing from you, your divine search distributing it’s rightful worth within you and out from you.
It’s not lullabys, or smiles… laughters or kisses.. what is there?
Singing, hugs, empty emotions or full ones. The dull robotic face maybe or the over exaggerated character.
Why bother, why try and expand it in cultures.. why murmur on about these different parts of all there is, why dance with the devilish anthom of a systematic structure. Why wave at the kings and queens of society, who in all they do pave a delusion. Why be stuck into this play – Hello, Hi.. Ok.. Goodbye.
Beautiful, handsome.. strong .. fit.. ugly.. tall.. short… rich & poor. Well it’s all a dynamic factor of life that these effect the masses on scales that have no weights.. You decide the weight by your attention.
From what I know the world is already judged, humanity has chosen it’s lot by all the choices it’s been given. Don’t think I’m suggesting you do as you please, wisdom recognizes that principles of a lawless society means freedom is a pledge of justice – not of a undisciplined thug.
Being out of the world means your not actually judged .. your assessing what is judged already, allowing yourself to comply with the treasure.. the treasure residing in the art of life. Outcast you may be, alone, and pretty much in a different orbit but you discern the faculties of yourself.
Soul mates, Twin souls, Lovers all of these sweet mysteries of something one creates in his pursuit of the Alpha and the Omega. The great hunt for the flowing waters of life from the passing insight of one’s own self.
She desires you to stay with her.
He desires you to empower him.
She desires you to hold her.
He desires your unseen touch.
She desires your endless words.
He desires your silent inner stewardship of his secrets.
The company of a dilemma that is the cry within yourself. . the potent core, heal me.. heal me.. i’m healing others but heal me.
Life, somehow bestows upon us the choices that it knows we are blinded to see that healing others in the inputs of ourselves within others exchanges ourselves for another.
Can I keep myself? Do I disappear? Where do I go?
You stand aloof in this daydream, tugging to the pearl of existence – identity being it’self misled by the idea’s of men.
We are not soul mates, or twin souls.. we are Life.
We embody what we later come to understand, when we are met face to face with the lure we all know disguises itself as either a part of us, the world or what is closest to us.
Surely, you would demonstrate it all by saying, pain allows us to understand, experience, the travel of life.. etc.
No, these things are an imagination. . it is appearing to be a dream, passing through the mind and embodied in the natural and so extending a storyline that in fact has no value. . value meaning if it is of one’s own choice here.. well he is judged already for what it appears to be.
If it is of a spiritual value, and therefore assessed in Spirit then it outweigh’s all judgement here and can be seen clearly for what it is.
What do I do, I somehow have seen that all things have great depth and yet all things have not the slightest clues of how shallow minded they can actually seem in the eyes of superficialities. . nature talks, animals convey an expression which is a metaphor for people. . not all people understand the metaphors because they are assessed in the degree of the circulating world.
Many men, many thoughts.
Will you always be a child, yes. The child will never go away, it can be stolen but it never perishes for the child is not just a child but it is the seemingly innocent of heart.
Be not fooled by the fluctuous patterns of humanity, it is an act they all portray and yet never understand why.
They are all eating at eachothers core, even the most silent ones. This is the nature of our sin, to consider yourself anything apart from who you stem from. . we cannot play the child forever, soon that innocence must grow into depth – and that depth is the building of another who needs to be held.
I can be your mother, I can be your sister, I can be your brother, I can be your friend . . I can be all. Taking it all away doesn’t mean I can. . it just means it is established as it is despite what is displayed as or not. Thinking to do what you want? *smiles*
The heavens way up high, where the angels dwell in harmony. . .yes they observe our nature and are amused, and shocked.. and wonder in amazement how humanity still filters in the foolish sights of what is empty.
Common sense should allow man to depict from himself what reality is within his own self. None other ..but you.. are your own core, the mis-interpretations of our mind is the devilish lure to steal our identity to take one’s creative ability and damage one’s sense of self.
Any man who longs to eat another core is one lost in his own damnation, one who upholds another or uplifts another core is the carrier of the blessed magnificent – the sensei of earths tribulations.
I look at you, and you look at me – you don’t see anything – thats the honest truth. What you see could be a lie, but thats the assumption of the hidden lie within you.
The silence observes you, as you long to give all unto it because you are it’s all. Pushed away and present.
To go on would be a graft.
Delicate, Firm, Persistant, Soveriegn & Sacred.