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Beyond Space, beyond Time, beyond Life itself, where Light and
Shadow cannot survive, there is the Nothingness almighty. It can
let you Escape its overwhelming embrace so that you would see the
Light, or it can swallow you into the darkest Absurdity.
In the darkest spaces of the universe, in the coldest corners
of the Infinite, far within the lace of time, a spark of
nonexistence squirms in the throes of birth, preparing for the
creatures that it would spill from its bowels, from somewhere,
deep within its labyrinth.
...
The Truth can come and go as it pleases, always wandering
throughout the sleepy minds. But know this: It does not make
itself, It does not change itself, It always follows You.
...
All the Beauty of the Universe shall remain hidden to You, not
because It hides from You, but because You hide from It.
...
With every second, in that moment when the Heart stops beating
and rests for a little while, You can feel Free of all there is,
You can Touch the Nothingness.
...
The Dawn
Lock the stones of monoliths
In the place of
galaxies
Spinning faster round and round
Till they break
apart around.
Hearts of stars have burned to life
Countless planets
circling wide
In the fire of the start,
Till some harden
like a rock.
...
Do you want to change the Past?
Do you want to play a
God?
Do you question: What if...
From the depths of the
Abyss,
From the past of Desert sand,
On the missing pigeon
Wings,
To the realms of our Dreams,
I shall give you now,
different way of History.
That's the father: mighty Nile,
That's the mother: barren
Land,
That's the child: our Dreams
Of a Future with new
wings.
But the Truth is catching up,
Our parents made
Mistakes.
It's for us to Chose a way,
To the Dawn of clear
days.
When the Prophet has arised,
When the World is passing
by,
It's a Future of the stars
Full of Fire still above.
Suns and novas show the Way
For the souls of the Kind
That
is rising from abyss
Going farther: to the Bliss.
If the Fire in the sky
Fades away as our guide,
We shall
lose as smooth as silk
Restless glitter... and we wilt.
The Mare
She's the Future of a Past, as a Glitter, she won't last:
He
has come to take away Heart and Soul to convey,
But the Mare
deep within shall arise and not give in.
If her Fidget fades
away, Sterling mare would obey.
It's my Fate to take her Life
in my hands and set her off.
This poem was born because of a dream I had. I always
wondered why I have "come" to this planet. So, I guess
my mind manufactured a story… and the story goes like
this:
Once upon a time, when magic was everywhere in people's lives,
there was I and the woman I loved and who loved me back. We were
together, but the bad sorcerer came and took her away from me.
Before he could take her, she transformed into a beautiful white
mare, only so that he could not touch her. She became a prisoner.
As they have disappeared into the lace of time through the
power of sorcery, I have made a promise to her and to the
Universe to find the other half of my soul, She, in another time,
even on another planet, and save her from the hands of the bad
one… and make it so that he could never ever again hurt
anybody… or anything.
And I did trap him, into what he deserved: the crippled prison
of his own body. The only thing that's left is to save her from
the "magic" of this time… and if there is no
other way, to let her go where she wants and be what she wants…
My Way
For I am older than the suns that raise above the earth,
For
You don't know what lies beneath of ourselves,
For Pain's the
way the humans learn,
So Pray to All to let you see what I
have seen so deep in me.
The thoughts that lurk in Dark will hide from you
The Truth
your heart will learn to bear
As eons fade your Soul's
mist
Until the time you're Free to see.
You'll learn my Love that wars ' been fought
By masters of
Despair,
So You can all compare the facts of life that rest
upon,
But turn to mist as soon 's you Fall.
It's hard to see into the Dark,
It's hard to look into the
Light,
Yet Knowledge it's the only heir
That helps us grow
as Light embraces our minds.
This poem was also born because of a dream, a healing dream
(as I like to call them). It's so peaceful after one of them!
When the poems are used, the author must be specified as
Gardener of Thoughts.
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