Alternate Time: if you understood.
Bed Time: if your fluctuating energy did not need a recharge...
Cooking Time: if fuel wasn't needed to go...
Dying Time: if shape shifting wasn't the order of the day.
Emergency Time: if needs be, where is your helping hand? Truly yours.
Flying Time: if you expand your wings, you will get it aplenty.
Grieving Time: if you loose love ones somewhere, do you search?
Happy Time: if only you see the now and play.
Inappropriate Time: if you live by the book then always.
Just in Time: if you have to catch your life train.
Killing Time: if you waste yourself.
Loosing Time: if you got it in the first place that would make sense.
Making Time: if it was not already created by you for your alienation.
No Time: if it is not just pure bliss?
Over Time: if you go for overload mode.
Prison Time: if you forget you have a heart.
Quelle Heure? Si, si eternelle!
Recession Time: if your in-balance is materialistic.
Succession Time: if your DNA entered the scheme to carry the light.
Transportation Time: if it is only your body.
Underground Time: if it is shedding the shell.
Vultures Time: if you become exposed!
Wrong Time: if you don't know the right one...
XYZ Time: if you can spare yourself for others.
Y Time? if it could only be asked.
Zero Time: if it is infinitesimal.
Wednesday 26 January 2011
Monday 10 January 2011
Spider Webs
The intricacy of the web where the helpless insect gets tangle, unable to free itself from a gruelling death, is a marvel of skillsectship...
The victim gets eaten alive literally, wrapped in a silky coffin that preserve it fresh for the spider to feed on it for days. Unable to escape, let alone move away from its untimely terrifying end, its muscles liquidise by venom.
Now we are ourselves caught by endless sticky strings. Start pulling one: you catch two in the same token, only to realise that your hand is trapped. You get caught by a never ending line of physical, material worries. Ignore them and they get worse, ever so present, you are eaten away.
You can only do one thing. There is only one option, fight till the end. Tackle one after the other, one after the other. Clear your path. The physical fight creates energy. Direct your flow.
In any loss there is a gain: Find yours.
The victim gets eaten alive literally, wrapped in a silky coffin that preserve it fresh for the spider to feed on it for days. Unable to escape, let alone move away from its untimely terrifying end, its muscles liquidise by venom.
Now we are ourselves caught by endless sticky strings. Start pulling one: you catch two in the same token, only to realise that your hand is trapped. You get caught by a never ending line of physical, material worries. Ignore them and they get worse, ever so present, you are eaten away.
You can only do one thing. There is only one option, fight till the end. Tackle one after the other, one after the other. Clear your path. The physical fight creates energy. Direct your flow.
In any loss there is a gain: Find yours.
Saturday 8 January 2011
Salt & Pepper
Look nothing is all doom and gloom.
Watch that patch upon that patch!
The balance is uneven:
What weight do you remove?
You need the preserving purity of the salt as much as the heady pungent pepper.
Ying and Yang, all is not white, all is not black.
It mingles and binds themselves to one another so that the black got its stamp on the white, and vice-versa.
Call the lucky Magpie, she has a word or two to blabber away.
Pay attention! She steels away your attention for a moment only then disappears.
She is there and she is not. She dwells in the light and dives in the shadows.
Restore the balance within yourself and gaze,
Gaze and be amazed at your own maze.
Find yourself within it.
You are there.
Not lost.
Here!
Watch that patch upon that patch!
The balance is uneven:
What weight do you remove?
You need the preserving purity of the salt as much as the heady pungent pepper.
Ying and Yang, all is not white, all is not black.
It mingles and binds themselves to one another so that the black got its stamp on the white, and vice-versa.
Call the lucky Magpie, she has a word or two to blabber away.
Pay attention! She steels away your attention for a moment only then disappears.
She is there and she is not. She dwells in the light and dives in the shadows.
Restore the balance within yourself and gaze,
Gaze and be amazed at your own maze.
Find yourself within it.
You are there.
Not lost.
Here!
Friday 7 January 2011
Kryptonite...
What is making you so weak?
Are you taking time to analyse what is your own kryptonite?
Or do you know it full well and live with it, burdening yourself willingly, by habit or customs?
Do you believe you inherited your kryptonite and therefore can not shake it of your own self?
Does it give you a ready excuse to give in into it?
How could you let yourself be enslave by your own conditions, environment, family, friends, and social network?!
Who could you be without it? Did you dream of it, and let the dream remain in its unrealistic realm?
Or do you prefer ignoring the all matter and carry on, prisoner of your own apathy for your own self?
Self disrespect is the worst form of kryptonite plaguing us.
Are you taking time to analyse what is your own kryptonite?
Or do you know it full well and live with it, burdening yourself willingly, by habit or customs?
Do you believe you inherited your kryptonite and therefore can not shake it of your own self?
Does it give you a ready excuse to give in into it?
How could you let yourself be enslave by your own conditions, environment, family, friends, and social network?!
Who could you be without it? Did you dream of it, and let the dream remain in its unrealistic realm?
Or do you prefer ignoring the all matter and carry on, prisoner of your own apathy for your own self?
Self disrespect is the worst form of kryptonite plaguing us.
Wednesday 5 January 2011
"L'erreur est humaine!"
Here are we, marvellously seemingly white as snow, following one another without using our eyes, heads or even hearts.
Approaching, flocking dangerously near the cliff where the brainwashed leader of the pack tells us to go.
He, himself does not know!
He has been told the same, the same that has been carried on by generations and generations of false interpretations, weaknesses and downright falsehoods.
All are shining, bright with the stupidity of errors repeated and accumulated, blind automatons without hearts.
The multitude of the different flocks following different shepherd is an incongruous mass of barbarism played and replayed at each generations, leading them further away from the truth, from their true self.
They witness massacres done in the name of re-ashed falsehoods accepting them without the blink of an eyelid, without a tear.
It is at he, who would show his most technical skills at fooling the flock that they believe and give their votes.
Scared of falling they are, but in their acceptance of crimes which they blame on their gods and deities, their are certainly falling 'en masse', and do not deserve the word humanity.
What breaks your heart does not build it.
Gods have no appetites to be avenged!
Humanity builds its own downfall in a fantastic comi/tragedy of errors as grotesque as one another loosing themselves doing so.
Where does it stop? It takes one to know his/her own heart and listen to it instead of believing others with their own agendas.
Regain yourself, be yourself, be a true Human.
Approaching, flocking dangerously near the cliff where the brainwashed leader of the pack tells us to go.
He, himself does not know!
He has been told the same, the same that has been carried on by generations and generations of false interpretations, weaknesses and downright falsehoods.
All are shining, bright with the stupidity of errors repeated and accumulated, blind automatons without hearts.
The multitude of the different flocks following different shepherd is an incongruous mass of barbarism played and replayed at each generations, leading them further away from the truth, from their true self.
They witness massacres done in the name of re-ashed falsehoods accepting them without the blink of an eyelid, without a tear.
It is at he, who would show his most technical skills at fooling the flock that they believe and give their votes.
Scared of falling they are, but in their acceptance of crimes which they blame on their gods and deities, their are certainly falling 'en masse', and do not deserve the word humanity.
What breaks your heart does not build it.
Gods have no appetites to be avenged!
Humanity builds its own downfall in a fantastic comi/tragedy of errors as grotesque as one another loosing themselves doing so.
Where does it stop? It takes one to know his/her own heart and listen to it instead of believing others with their own agendas.
Regain yourself, be yourself, be a true Human.
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