All Praise to the One beyond all that is here.
Just play and discard mentally and spiritually all that you hold as precious whilst appreciating and caring for all.
Accept disgrace as the primal condition for being human. To fall beyond failure and disgrace willingly..
To revel in the glory of the unknown. Many a moment dreaded in the apocalyps of ones own dessert. The other in fact same moment, blessed with the recognition of the invincinble Garden that is your soul, soaring from thr depths of that infinite void
With and without. Scream and shout. In the silence we must go.. failingly so I still observe a movement of expression and dance.. the true destiny is to just connect with the realm beyond our eyes, beyond the lies.. to he with the pain long enough until you dissolve. I failed
First the greater mountain.. to be forgotten before you learned to forget yourself.. to realise without realising before trust, then trusting becomes easy as a mode.. soon you come to see that words do not mean anything.. what a madness.. what a sweetness. No life. No existence
To be a disgrace willingly, choosingly, is one of the greatest shimmerings of Grace.. and then to live.. o so sweet.. so glorious.. to die in the eyes of beholders that never were. Unified with the realisation of death that is one with social rejection. Be rejected. What a joy..
Just for fun, just for play O I pray for nothing at all, the deeper that I fall into this prayer that we are the more I see closely your Vision from afar.. here with you, thank you thank you, for the answer to the call.. to clear our vision so we are to be, yours truly
Perhaps we can use depression and anguish and downward protuding motion as our everlasting and selfrenewing fuel and motion. Perhaps now that when I speak from a darkness that further implodes and contracts into deeper solidifications, now the dark angel invents smile from cracks
Through dread and sorrow, like no tommorow, even tarnishing the talents through the eroding forces..
Still.. a light.. a space.. beyond light and spaces beckons.. to reveal a Truth of love and authenticity.. an empty Eye manifold greater than any force in reality and beyond
To shine, to rise, within yourself, realise yourself as that allmighty seeing that pierces all. That is one with all of space and beyond. Rise within in all of those powerful aspects amd expressions. Just for inner glory. Being witnessed by self or others is all self seeing self
And as touched by those βbeauties and terrorsβ. Psycho and emotional pikes seemingly ugly, yet piercing through the hard so as to free the nectar from your soul that is beyond any physical form and process. Then they exalt in ways beyond priorly possible. You dont care, you enjoy
Witness only evaporatiom. Be attached not even to isolation and still posture.
Be ripped to shreds by the gnawing of the contradictions, the dissolvers, the frustrations and the dissapointments. Until as synonyms, you confidently, with faith, reach in all only the abyss as it is
Languages beyond the tonque. And multifold realities via the tongue and elsewhere. All is to que, speech, communication, dance, seeing, letting go, Lord, Self, all, Unborn stands beyond redemption: higher than your liberation. And rest with the Lord. For he stand with and beyond
Ze straalt daar, en toch hier. Het is een mysterie, een plezier. In de stilte beweegt ze, in de beweging verstilt alles. Want dat is iets.. iets dat ik niet bevatten kan. En toch.. toch is het er, en dan weer weg. Ze zit, ze zucht.. en dan is alles gedaan..
Daydreams tumbling and ressurecting, allways the same painting yet a different face seemingly. Just the everpresent creation and non-existence forming anc revealing itself in many different ways. Yet always the same voided, energetic Now.. nothing else.
Enjoy what you are doing