...these silver lines, travel from my thoughts to yours, wavering, floating like spirits dancing...

Monday, September 15, 2014

post reflections

Deepest. Truest. Oldest. Eternal.

Beauty demands to be seen. To be appreciated. To be absorbed. To be lived.

Pain demands to be felt. To be forgotten. To cease to exist.

The world spins around like a wheel ever turning on its axis, while you sit and wait for the shadows to lengthen across the backyard, watching as the sun goes down, another universe has already started somewhere and worlds within worlds spin madly on and on...

Seasons change and green changes to brown before it disappears forever into the earth.

Hear yourself in the million reflections ricocheting off the puddles of life.

Out, beyond yourself, deeper and further than the deepest, farthest realms of your self, beyond the softest embrace and the most enchanting secrets of the universe, lies a world completely unfiltered and devoid of materialistic gains and the soul lies bare and compact in its entirety.

The truth is shrouded within layers of love and the promise of a sky brimming with rain clouds, ever floating and wavering over dry, parched lands that have never seen it melt.

Ants creep up over the wall outside and creeping vines encase the wall and all the secrets within, sealing with a loving promise. An understood promise of trust and the oldest companionship witnessed by man.

Nature in all its most cruel and bewitching beauty gives man everything he has ever deeply yearned for and is everything he needs to live a life of promise and deepest gratitude and satisfaction.

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