Looks like before the universe conspired to happen, everything was cool. Change is the only constant.There is this uncanny feeling that the world will change tomorrow. Happiness is accommodating the change. It's a great feeling to be a new version, distorted, distracted, exhilarated with the eternal weakness of trying to find out what makes us what we are. The soul asks me whatever it wants to, whenever it wants to, most of the time I can't reply. It's not that I can't but what does the soul know about the world and what to do with it. It leaves me wondering who has the answers to the things about the world. Why are things like the soul really about anything. Is there really anybody out there. The day we can call the earth, the universe our own is the day we will find peace. There is a life that we imagine. Every day we try to move towards our imagination. It takes a lot of courage to see through the tedious darkness. The adventure of the ordinary. The little things that matter. Conflicts about our lives. It's neatly ordered in our minds. There is another thing that makes our lives worthwhile. It is beyond the ordinary. It is placeless, formless and pure. We cannot see it. We cannot feel it. It is what finally sets you free. The only thing about it is that we long for its desolation. The peaceful echoes of the lost soul. Things which don't change us are not real. Sleep twerp, sleep. (of happiness and despair we have no measure...some dreams from the world...TIME is a way of telling you everything, and nothing.TIME is playing with ART. THINGS: Colour washed like apple and rose,Rows of ladybirds in six toes,The passion fruit,The silly prose,Where it comes from where it goes, Nobody knows.Feathers flight, trailing lights,The summer song won't end this night.GREEN: Life on the lazy grass,Talking to the trees,[the hidden fruit],The monkeys grin :) ,The ocean indeed,The wilderness call,And them leaves all,Quietly in the breeze.BLUE: Oceans bed from far within,The moon clears the pigeon seeds,The baggage van, the suede shoes,Skies again in true fluffy blues.YELLOW: The whistling fire for the coffee brew,The sunshine prayer, Ah, sunflowers too,The painting for the picture frame,The memories for the quiet night,And some of the colours for the painting too...)   terrestrial logic of complexity = extraterrestrial logic of simplicity......how can reason help when imagination is busy...the art of dual states of the mind art...The space between the unknown and known contains our universe. The use of mind colors the synchronicity of the imagination. ...so what befalls in all the colours, what happened to black and white, what got the day...what happens at night, if all the colours get mixed up and the painting doesnt seem any clear and reasons don't sound right...the nights are weary and day is away and all that is said and left behind, will you hide the colours, the watch and the feather when the time is right. Pure happiness is everlasting and inner peace is cyclic, unhappiness followed by happiness, the problem of course is distraction from this peaceful cycle...thoughts are dimensionless they can only light the universe, what we perceive can only be an illusion, however the nature of eccentricity can only expand the illusion, we can only become real if we can decipher this eccentricity. The universe is only a beautiful prayer ! How can we think of God if we don't know what to do with ourselves...? Does the universe have a memory...The universe is the place where the soul lives. Is everything we know about the universe there inside us just waiting to be discovered ? In the meanwhile the coffee gets cold, we grow our nails, hair and we forget about the silent music playing \m/ in the background we just wait for it to continue forever...thats all !!! What makes thoughts words......x