eight

restlessness...

feeling the urgency of detachment. Of peace.
The complete absence of the world... to rest in the thoughts
Getting the world out to welcome our self in... like a stranger from the street in need of safe haven.
Can we welcome ourselves in our own little house?
How open are we to our own truths... ?

thinking as peace and war, a conflict with the other self, the one we learn from. That uncomfortable mirror we can't break.

the breath quickens as in preparation for a battle, but there is no war to fight, no place to scream, no ears to listen. There is just the incessant hum of cars running by in a world too static to save itself.

seven

incoherency, key to a developing unrest
coherency, retarded and incomplete
an illusion to bind human life and feeling into a rule and code
like a machine made of levers and wheels

coherency is the language of control, doubtlessness, or dangerous fantasies
created to feed our need for bliss

OR does not belong to humans who are inherently AND, IF, never NOT
creatures made for expansion, conditions and denial of denials.

we are white AND black
we are pure AND filthy
we are believers AND blasphemers
we are plural, crystals of many facets cut out from the stone of a thousand colors

accepting incoherence, opposing forces and constant struggle
inching towards the realization of a greater self,
the Icarus' dream with no wings to melt

six

"I think computer viruses should count as life. I think it says something about human nature that the only form of life we have created so far is purely destructive. We've created life in our own image"

Stephen Hawking (1942 - )

five

Future doesn't exist. past doesn't matter. present is what is real
past as a political creation with the aim of distract us from the present and frighten us with the future.
Past is in faulty memories and corrupted words of historian, future in the filthy mouths of politicians, present in the hands of the suffering.

We are too intent in dreaming a future which will never come to care about a present which hurt us. Leaving us to forget about the only aspect we can do something about.

Present is when you create the future and delete the past. Present is when LIFE happens and God speaks to us. Present means action when past and future are just words written in water.

Present is that blinding flash of terrifyingly true reality within the deadly embrace of Memories and Hopes. There is nothing as terrifying as the present, the fact we live, that we are conscious and thus able to change reality. We always live a split second in the past, waiting for the present to deliver us some good news; never to peek in the real turbulent flow of one's own present.

What is it we are afraid of in the perception of life's flow? The consequent mind-body detachment? What is lying there? In that free flight, in that swimming in stormy waters. What can we reach? A truth? What are we afraid to discover?