The consciousness of poiesis. The reality of art. The time of sound. We live so that we may live, we live so that we don't die...it's this that defines our minds, we are foolish, we don't want to die without laughing. I think its gravity that keeps us from getting happier, the earth the sun, pulling our good emotions down when we are crazy, evaporating conscious thoughts and showing us darkness when all we need is light. The world finds a nook inside us and slips into us. It's not easy but it stays there till we are full of the light. The light meets the darkness and they speak of the software inside the head filled with shadows, stories and crazy things. The night is only the memory of the day and the day memory of the night. I finally figured it out, emotions are dreams, playing hide and seek with us...The darkness looks like the sun every morning. Its a mad, mad universe and the reason we exist is nothingness. The big question still remains, "What do we do when we encounter beings from distant stars ? "...as i looked at the sky...there was a large white bright moving object and it was moving through the clouds, must have been a UFO same guys who sai d cheese where are they now...It will take an eternity to explain eternity. We are connected to each other, let that sink in. Mah! the rational explanation of almost everything. God is communicating with us at frequency that is mysterious. Why do we forget that there is spirituality even without us, with us, more than us...Does God believe in magic ??? Even if we practice a lot, make deductions, analyse we will never be able to comprehend how big the universe is, there is a strange feeling that we might never reach where we are expected but that is the key, expectations are changing into thoughts with time...the sublime feeling of accomplishment awaits those who understand the magic of the moment, its timeless...so let the sun rise... the moon shine and don't count the stars even if you want to. Is the universe as infinitely small as it is infinitely big ?
Only to make matters boring...it dawned on me that we live in a fine tuned absolutely perfect universe...the mystery becomes mysterious ! We've been floating in space since ages...i'm sure there is a reason...(looks like there has always been chips...) !...and since its dark everywhere...looks like the universe 'is' hiding something ! Life gives you chips when you ask for meaning... Nobody goes thinking about deep space for a long time...even those who went to the moon came back ! Space is looking for ourselves. We can stop time by letting go of the intellect. Affection a form of gravity...i found my consciousness, it's inside me alright...it just needs more coffee. The place where thoughts condense into words...The place where the universe condenses into words...Lost in dimensions and things in space. Time is everything and life is short.The universe seems like a giant puzzle, we cannot yet comprehend it but it is nevertheless beautiful.i dreamt if i found the colours and you were not watching from the stars and you, i would paint you a picture, but the night..... again slowly.....so long as i think of you , may you be happy. Distant echoes of peace, in the mountains of emotions the light of words and colours of consciousness, reflect in the dark dreams of the vast universe of the soul...there is a time warp between being peaceful and really peaceful ....dreams of .....there is no such thing as too much magic...the magic in our world; magic in our heads;magic in our life; logic in our heads; logic in our world; logic in our life. Learning to play with the mind, timeless...
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Only to make matters boring...it dawned on me that we live in a fine tuned absolutely perfect universe...the mystery becomes mysterious ! We've been floating in space since ages...i'm sure there is a reason...(looks like there has always been chips...) !...and since its dark everywhere...looks like the universe 'is' hiding something ! Life gives you chips when you ask for meaning... Nobody goes thinking about deep space for a long time...even those who went to the moon came back ! Space is looking for ourselves. We can stop time by letting go of the intellect. Affection a form of gravity...i found my consciousness, it's inside me alright...it just needs more coffee. The place where thoughts condense into words...The place where the universe condenses into words...Lost in dimensions and things in space. Time is everything and life is short.The universe seems like a giant puzzle, we cannot yet comprehend it but it is nevertheless beautiful.i dreamt if i found the colours and you were not watching from the stars and you, i would paint you a picture, but the night..... again slowly.....so long as i think of you , may you be happy. Distant echoes of peace, in the mountains of emotions the light of words and colours of consciousness, reflect in the dark dreams of the vast universe of the soul...there is a time warp between being peaceful and really peaceful ....dreams of .....there is no such thing as too much magic...the magic in our world; magic in our heads;magic in our life; logic in our heads; logic in our world; logic in our life. Learning to play with the mind, timeless...
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