Welcome to the blog of thoughts that emerge through journey while scrying akashic abyss of the silence. Visions seen in inscence smoke, I scribe these writtings with my electronic stone tablet in modern times we call mobile phone...
Taking big steps, strides turn to dust. The ashes carry the voices into the atmosphere. That woman in the white gown with star like eyes, breathless. Drowning in her sublime vision, windy dreamlike state trying to capture a breath. The godess like silouhettes gleam in the pouring rain. Her beauty fish eyed through the lens of the raindrops, caught in the moon light standing still...was about to utter a word but, was left breathless. With beauty like this, none dare approach, orthostatic off in the distance lost in awe. This awe is niether lust nor love, pure blissful, visualization admiration of another being. Like the feeling of two hearts synchronizing the magnetic field of life, suspending the mother in space. Interlaced with bio-galvanizing dimensions of grids beyond the minds eye. Light is seen, as a whole new spectrum emerges. The dawn of a new age has come, eyes closed, ashes settle. Starring at her own reflection, lost in the puddles.
Have you ever wondered what you are? why you were, or even
there...from where do we become. If we since birth are taught to fear,
ones own reflection. I walked outside for the first time in 10 years
yesterday and it felt like astral projection but tell me why I walk by
all neighbors in silence. Yet here we are left wondering why it is much
easier to hold a conversation in the grocery store, with a complete
stranger via mobile...serene.
What is this toxic
stench in the air that surrounds my being like second hand smoke stacks
of boiling cabbage. I seen a Opossum flip its stomach inside out as
children hung upside down from monkey bars swinging...back and fourth
singing. While we spun on the Mary-go-Round, hailing scriptures raising
road kill from the depths of the heavens.
the birds from 9 hells pitiless ens-amble... Sounds of the crypts
Apocalypse soothed from lips of our leader, Thoughtless children shed no
tears living amongst the living, walking with the dead. She rode a
seahorse into the sunset and whispered to the trees her fantasy of
making love to sea turtles. And you ask me again. Who are you? I have no
answer to something I cannot even fathom.