there she blows

she is swimming against a crowd of people going in the wrong direction

3v.l.vE is LIBERTY

The clouds released the rain,
The moon gave way to the sun's rays
Tingles replaced pain

Polarity
Duality
Merging
Transforming
Becoming
Rarity

Dark, scary words, dressed in black leather to
Attract one's ATTTENTION!
Ugly duckling to a Swan.
Her scars of Faerie.
Goodbye is a nice word for those who meet a warm attention,
            every cell glows white with amber & green kisses meet the orange of        
         
             affection.

      Ugly Filters Light
                    .
                   &     She
       Knows &
           Understands
                   &   Just like that,
             Goodbye
                     .

Transform   \./   Stay still
         \                      /
      Let go    |.|  Just be
        /                        \
   Be             \:/          Here
                     o
          3 <      :     > E
                     l

Goodbye to the meeting of love; the post of the flag, the trunk of the branches.
A secret
dear brothers,
from the secret of Garden
dear sisters,
is that Goodbye's are just as Blissful as Hello's in all their glory.
Because they are one of the same.  A Mirror to Blame.

The waiting game

she watched her curls grow down to her breasts
she knows you'll be there when they reach the ground and the rest

never mind song

 my heart craves the company of a bit of the soul,
the soul, now divided, and once was whole.
But then I remember,
although I ofter forget,
the devil sings with craving, in a morbid duet.

Here is a piece of the web

There is the spider

diligently, she works on the web. 

When done, she lays on her work,

and watches it manifest into a tool of survival.  

Then, there are the insects her web traps 

They are the same size as the spider, 

the same matter,

the same mother, 

same direct creator and perceiver.

Their tools,
their perception,
 set them apart from the spider

because of this, they are blind and vulnerable to the web

How amusing that one creature's life is another's death.

yet they both ultimately exist to depend on each other.

The insects and the spider share eyes, for within the eyes hold the infinity of Existence

yet they carry perceptions which keep them apart -leading death to one and life to another.

Difference in perception is the gravity which allows 

the cycle to exist without end

o

death

life

death

life

o

Before the perception, is the awareness. 

before, after,
within and around
 the awareness are the black holes of creation
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here lies infinite possibilities

for, as we have learned, all can be divided without end

Awareness,

needs not life, nor death for it just is

Content, without desire for movement

it is the pause between the inhale and exhale.

Then, there is the human, 

the perceiver of the spider, the spider's web and the trapped insects

I sit by the spider, watch it work, watch it's work come to life, 

finally, watch the trapping, struggle and death of the other insects.

I can study the web, it's patterns, and by it, understand the workings of 

Nature

Here I learn that the nature of all things work in pattern

the pattern is the skirt of Nature's creator

as I perceive Nature, I am also being perceived

the pattern 

the division

never ends

for around every circle, another can be drawn

The Great Transcendentalist Ralph Waldo Emerson writes,

THE EYE is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary picture is repeated without end. It is the highest emblem in the cipher of the world. [...] Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on mid-noon, and under every deep a lower deep opens.

reflection

I Love You

-Mirror

whispered words

Something is missing. Something large and extraordinary
an organ is out of it's place
something is missing, something grande and absolute
it is lost in the space, lost in memory, lost in time
no longer tangible to the tangible mind


The parents I was born with are gone, alone I stand
Child of the Universe, in the palm of her hands
My mother is the wind, my father is the rain, my mother is the sun, my father is the moon, my mother is the light, my father is the shadow, my mother are the trees , my father is laughter, my mother is a trail, my father are the branches, my mother is a voice,
a voice
quiet, secret voice

whispering when

it's time to go,
it's time to stay


Perhaps what is missing is the matter to the mind.

inhale, exhale

The threshold for discomfort,
          is it ever-growing?
I ask in despair.
Then came down a rush of comfort, putting flowers in my hair.
A test written by the gods of challenge.
Undefinable purpose, nameless method, mysterious balance.
Enraging cheap hits, Exhausting deep cuts
Soothing lavender sunsets, Relaxing eyes shut.



I walk, I walk, I walk, looking down at the foot ahead
Hungry and tired, it seems such a dread
The hill mountain I climb grows higher and high
It won't stop growing until the day I die

waiting for the sun to dance

I don't know about my love. I don't know about my loving anymore. All that I know is that I'm falling. falling. falling. I don't know about my dreams. I don't know about my dreaming anymore. All that I know is that I'm falling, falling. falling.

Where is the sun?
My body has finally exhausted the energy saved from the last I saw her.
The moon's light is second-hand
Only a reflection of her master.
It is distorted and disillusions me.

Come back to me Oh, Sun.
My petals are shut tight in your absence.
Find the hole in the woods where I hide
Sing so that I may dance again

Where are you Sun?
Am I on your dance floor, on the bleachers, waiting for a turn
Or have you abandoned my planet altogether

There was a promise of a love
From durable lips
I watch it sit on the edge of the world,
Ready for the word of the wind to drop into nothingness.

Find me Oh, Sun.
The stars will align when our song is sung and our dance is danced.

March

Your name, the juice on her lips.
You were given to her like paint is given to an artist.
Your colors set her canvas on fire.
How quickly it burnt to ashes.
Kneeling over empty paint tubes, she cursed Newton's discovery.
She wished herself into another dimension.
She saw your face in a pool of infinity.
For that moment, your colors were endless,
Your love reached past the zenith of her soul.

Drums chimed in with the leaving of your presence
A departed beat took the place of an enchanting melody
Signed to the name of her master
She marched on.

Go that way

She stands alone with three heads and a spear, she waits on the souls who know her by name
They know the pain she releases
She knows none
She gives all.
Too much power, too much wisdom
Limits the dance of freedom
Loose the knowledge, loose the limitation
Bliss is like oil to the joints
Vital organs function best unconscious
Beat your heart with the rhythm of a robot's
There is the peaceful solitude of the sea
Find the stillness in the blackness of the unknown
Knowledge brings you closer to her and farther away from her movement
To know her is to loose yourSELF
Finding her is the death of you and the birth of it
Closer to the sun you fly with the string of a guitar
and ask
How much am I willing to know, how much am I willing to loose?
You'll see, when words are just letters
When numbers are just patterns
When time is just pictures
You will be who you are. You will be who it is.
Heaven is right above
It is bliss and it is high.
Enlightenment. We yearn for it, then dance towards Free Will instead.