Over the hills and far away a whisper shifts the boundaries of what is perceived as impossible. Beyond the visible a shadow bursts with fragrances and colors. The kingdoms of ignorance begin to falter and touch is appreciated beyond the sexual encounters of unsuspecting minds. The meaning of life morphs into the experience of otherwise unfamiliar train trips. The blending boom booms of swaying railways and steam that is no longer relevant… The coals that have burned to their extremity and are now nothing more than a memory in the form of dark-grey ash remnants.
Where is the real green?
Not force-fed with chemicals and selfish intentions, but rather with the natural state of life-giving love.
The cycles and circles of being, extend ahead of us, they do not wait, question or doubt. There are mirrors of failure where manifested ideas took form and became concrete and cables.
We are unfinished puzzles.
We are misunderstood and misunderstanding. We are everything we refuse to accept about ourselves. The dark half of existence, untrained in the fields of innocence and care.
Dig out the bones of those who came before us and failed to live, just as we are bound to fail in life…unless we gather the great goblets of sheltered shame and begin to see beyond the tips of our noses
What is a tear drop?
When the skies cry in frustration we bathe and dance in their grief with sadistically pasted smiles on our faces. Could we begin to unravel the secrets of ancient times by delving deeper into technologically advanced pieces of plastic or does the answer really just wait in the essence of our souls?
One mind, one soul, one body and spirit; that’s what we were intended to be, instead we draw boundaries between what is Earth and what is Us. We even divide ourselves from one another, believing that equality is delusion.
When a wolf visits you in a dream repeatedly and gracefully carries you in his belly, when YOU can feel the gravel, stones, sticks and grass beneath YOUR paws. Who is delusional then?
We are everywhere and nowhere at all. We are the center and ending of our own reality.
Our own is never singular… MY own is YOUR own, THEIR own… Without a shadow of a doubt.
So let the darkness eat you up, but learn to breathe and love it for what it is: a state of perfection.