with words i try to describe the magic i see but that’s the subtle catch i fall into the same trap for reality is the same but the interpreter different. words are tools like the hammer i use to hammer a nail but until you see the nail the hammer is just useless advice or worse a havoc enabler. so i wish the magic to show you the magic... and therein lies the beauty of the world. there is no magic just knowledge which can be interpreted by tools called words but it cannot be seen with them. realisations gut feelings vibes oh the moments when you see that magic. sure words enable them sometimes but you maybe have seen it already. that word data explanation confrontation just brings forth what’s already in your unconscious understanding. and herein lies the limits of physics... how can i create something from nothing how can I bring forth that which is not in you? maybe that's the free-will the choice you make you choose to accept that there is something out there you cannot see you cannot imagine you choose to break mind's shackles open the flood gates... allow the ocean of reality to pour in you add to the depths of your ocean oh the destruction it brings… you die a million deaths ideas beliefs opinions thoughts reality all die. there you are empty, not sure of anything in the room the body the mind destruction creates space for the ray to reach you you see that unknown infinite within you the soul which connects you with everything becoming one with the universe the beginning of infinity. i don’t know if this infinity is ever reached but I do know there’s a long time before the infinity collapses and until then the only truth is flirting. and if you don’t choose to open the gates the ocean will knock it down... it is death that will bring reality to you. and i guess that’s more painful than when you go to death as an old friend.
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