The air, still and calm. Mountains in sight fill the soul. The earth, fixed and firm
Category: The Dream Series
From every point, in all space, at any time. Only these three, states, modalities, conditions, determine this world. Know, realize, forgetIdeas, truths, falsehoods.Never, now, always.Seek, shun, welcome.Devil, Man, God.From, idling, go.Within, without, beyond.Nightmares, dreams, reality. From every point, In all space, at any time. Of the three, wills, orders, systems, this world obeys, one must…
It’s those thoughts, when the day is done, and all others have left, that truly linger. It’s those feelings, when the dust has settled, and everything seems at peace, that tell me I am alone.
The self is twofold I say! Yes, it is a binary bound, perpetually twain, and forever betwixt- No, I disagree!The self is an impermanence of course, a free-flowing continuance, a fluid spectrum of intersecting superimpositions- You fool! How ridiculous it is, to live in this world, and to be, both from and of it, yet…
Whenever there is, something to be done, some action to be taken, some feat to achieve, there is a voice, that comes. Drowning all other thoughts, as it overwhelms the background. Suffocating any other sounds, as it finds the foreground. “Do you really think?”, it will question. “Surely, you cannot believe”, it will doubt.“Impossible” it…