I see myself diving off cliffs. Into enormous seas. I think
about the light and the sense of oblivion it might induce. I wish to feel the
heaviness of a heart that sings itself to a delight – finally lost in itself,
finally in the chaste moonlight. The natural motionless waves stir up the
bottom to give birth to faith. The core
burns and it brings forth virginal beauty. Maybe a form of hope. Maybe a pristine medium
of death.
How does it feel to go beyond the psychological fears and
accepting that oblivion as the beginning? The hollow spaces all around
converging into me. Touching myself and
a whole multitude of beings consolidate. I wish to fall apart. Like a
cloudburst, rain down fury upon you. The rage you conceived for yourself. I
wish to produce the world again. Kiss the seeds of faith in the born and unborn
alike and put you in the place you belong again.
The winds strike their massive conclusions upon me. Trying
to fail me. They took my last bag of colors. Trying to uncolor me.
I have special hands. And bright eyes. I’m going to grow
colors now. In my fields, envisage truth. The formless are dismal, the white
bodies funereal – everybody asks for me. Don’t question the limbs, not the
head, not the materials, not the journey, not the life. Don’t even question the
questions of yourself. There never have been limits. Never the hope proved
unfaithful.
There never has been anything to lose. Hail to the kingdom
of faith.
The centeredness of our souls.
2 comments:
Feels Good!
..and when I see through those eyes, and may be the hands. I see the world as beautiful.
this is just like a last leaf on the tree...the last hope..
Feels better.
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