The strength of the formation of true bonds of love is the fact that they are unpredictable in terms of what they can do for those whose existence is a part of them.
It can take you to the best place possible.
Ultimately, the idea is that we evolve collectively on the fact that we honor each other's presence and bid due respect to the sanctity and harmony that comes from recognizing the role that we are meant to play in another's life.
This is a duty and a task; and if we fail to understand or recognize this, then we fail to evolve... and we fail to let the other dependent on our love evolve as well.
That is what is perhaps deemed as a service to self (pleasure) that is higher than one's need to be interdependent in service to oneself and another (honor).
Friday, July 23, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
The miracles and the joy
A few miracles find their way into the existence of a human being completely unaware of what he is dealing with.
What those miracles are, perhaps he will never know, for he was experiencing them and the rest without really knowing which were which.
All he knows is that he has come out of impossibility, something that threatened to define him and leave him wondering whether he was worth even the cost of what existence pays for its own creations to live and to thrive: nothing.
Ah, the joy of freedom and of knowing that one is within the flow of all that flows good and well.
What those miracles are, perhaps he will never know, for he was experiencing them and the rest without really knowing which were which.
All he knows is that he has come out of impossibility, something that threatened to define him and leave him wondering whether he was worth even the cost of what existence pays for its own creations to live and to thrive: nothing.
Ah, the joy of freedom and of knowing that one is within the flow of all that flows good and well.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
The world beneath our feet
I wonder if the truth was ever designed for those who knew less?
For the ones, who would be able to live it, wouldn't need to know, but to purely embody it.
I have this sense, that this universe, is far more mysterious than it actually lets on.
I feel like there is this whole world, right beneath our feet, that breathes to the song of its making, and its subsided love for all of humanity.
For that which is subsided, only has a peace and a calm, that it can bring to any situation - and defuse it, not deny it, and make it realize its own existence.
It is almost as if purity has its own name, and this world beneath our feet - yearns to breathe through its very pores.
For the ones, who would be able to live it, wouldn't need to know, but to purely embody it.
I have this sense, that this universe, is far more mysterious than it actually lets on.
I feel like there is this whole world, right beneath our feet, that breathes to the song of its making, and its subsided love for all of humanity.
For that which is subsided, only has a peace and a calm, that it can bring to any situation - and defuse it, not deny it, and make it realize its own existence.
It is almost as if purity has its own name, and this world beneath our feet - yearns to breathe through its very pores.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
A cuboid of dynamics
In the shadow of sound, lies silence. {length}
In the space of sound, lies a whisper. {depth}
In the light of sound, lies sound itself. {breadth}
In the space of sound, lies a whisper. {depth}
In the light of sound, lies sound itself. {breadth}
Thursday, July 8, 2010
The path of potential
In as much as shame can affect the soul, so can the thought of potential.
Potential speaks for what we do not know, what we cannot imagine, and what we cannot voice out.
Shame may divide us, and take us to depths that we cannot imagine ourselves coming out from.
It is at this point, that one may either surrender to that which cannot revive itself, or choose to live out a destiny completely unwritten, for the path that it may design, may be one never traversed before.
It is this, that I believe, is the path of potential.
It is the unspoken, the unwritten, and the never traversed.
It speaks for what is new in terms of a surprise, that one may only grant oneself, if one is in tune, with the most crucial of what defines our human lives: the recognition, and tuneful familiarity of our spirits, that greet and swim past each other, in the respect of knowing, that that which sustains us, is the purity and the power of the invisible.
For its knowledge is never shared, but purely revealed as one traverses down the path of the invisible itself: the path of potential.
Potential speaks for what we do not know, what we cannot imagine, and what we cannot voice out.
Shame may divide us, and take us to depths that we cannot imagine ourselves coming out from.
It is at this point, that one may either surrender to that which cannot revive itself, or choose to live out a destiny completely unwritten, for the path that it may design, may be one never traversed before.
It is this, that I believe, is the path of potential.
It is the unspoken, the unwritten, and the never traversed.
It speaks for what is new in terms of a surprise, that one may only grant oneself, if one is in tune, with the most crucial of what defines our human lives: the recognition, and tuneful familiarity of our spirits, that greet and swim past each other, in the respect of knowing, that that which sustains us, is the purity and the power of the invisible.
For its knowledge is never shared, but purely revealed as one traverses down the path of the invisible itself: the path of potential.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Love and Amour
Realization, serendipity and restoration.
These three things have been on my mind for the past six months or so.
I suppose when something is destroyed (I doubt it can ever be 'someone'), these are the things a human being can turn to, to mend the fractures and fissures of time, to help overlook that which has been lost, in order to replace it.
It can be a terrifying tailspin just trying to get yourself together after something close to you has either been destroyed or taken away from you...
And I suppose, for me, it was my love for another human being.
It's interesting how in a moment of doubt one can reverse all that one has worked for, or invested oneself in, or given oneself to.
It's a bit sad and harrowing to think of the 'amount' that you gave in, for that is not how love works. But I suppose, love and time work together - or they just don't work. I suppose it can't be love in that case.
It could only be infatuation or amour.
In that case, it's only a perception perhaps that your love was received for what it was - in your darkest and deepest days, another might be pushed to transcend their boundaries to love you - or else, if things continue to conduct themselves on the surface, the person might continue to be infatuated with the idea of you, in their lives.
It was that kind of a moment where someone was pushed to love me for who I was - and that could somehow never be enough for them.
I wonder about the demands of infatuation and amour. What does it require? For an idea in mind, when things were superficial, to be preserved? However deep the two engaged in love (or 'love' - from the perspective of the other) might have seemed to both?
I think that the answer to this is yes.
These three things have been on my mind for the past six months or so.
I suppose when something is destroyed (I doubt it can ever be 'someone'), these are the things a human being can turn to, to mend the fractures and fissures of time, to help overlook that which has been lost, in order to replace it.
It can be a terrifying tailspin just trying to get yourself together after something close to you has either been destroyed or taken away from you...
And I suppose, for me, it was my love for another human being.
It's interesting how in a moment of doubt one can reverse all that one has worked for, or invested oneself in, or given oneself to.
It's a bit sad and harrowing to think of the 'amount' that you gave in, for that is not how love works. But I suppose, love and time work together - or they just don't work. I suppose it can't be love in that case.
It could only be infatuation or amour.
In that case, it's only a perception perhaps that your love was received for what it was - in your darkest and deepest days, another might be pushed to transcend their boundaries to love you - or else, if things continue to conduct themselves on the surface, the person might continue to be infatuated with the idea of you, in their lives.
It was that kind of a moment where someone was pushed to love me for who I was - and that could somehow never be enough for them.
I wonder about the demands of infatuation and amour. What does it require? For an idea in mind, when things were superficial, to be preserved? However deep the two engaged in love (or 'love' - from the perspective of the other) might have seemed to both?
I think that the answer to this is yes.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Our World
A whole world suffices under the world of Death and calls itself God.
Where is the limit for what we call common decency and what we call God?
Is there no line or limit anymore?
This pretense, and this need to celebrate that which is false and temporary is what is of need to let go of itself.
Enough of this world of a so-called democracy of handing down of gifts, and thoughts based on the eternal despondency that humanity has relegated itself to, in terms of that which values embarrassment, and humiliation, over that which is central to us.
Our need to live in peace with our brothers and sisters, and to love one another as equals.
This world, needs to show, the world of Death – that it cannot live, it cannot work anymore.
It stands not for what is in minute reference to the things that disturb us the most – the secrets of our sexuality and our inner known truths.
The truth is that God has created us differently – homosexuality must have a dignity of its own, along with heterosexuality and bisexuality.
It is how we are, it is how we must be, and it is how we will live.
This is our promise, this is our fate, this is our world. It cannot and must not be negated.
Where is the limit for what we call common decency and what we call God?
Is there no line or limit anymore?
This pretense, and this need to celebrate that which is false and temporary is what is of need to let go of itself.
Enough of this world of a so-called democracy of handing down of gifts, and thoughts based on the eternal despondency that humanity has relegated itself to, in terms of that which values embarrassment, and humiliation, over that which is central to us.
Our need to live in peace with our brothers and sisters, and to love one another as equals.
This world, needs to show, the world of Death – that it cannot live, it cannot work anymore.
It stands not for what is in minute reference to the things that disturb us the most – the secrets of our sexuality and our inner known truths.
The truth is that God has created us differently – homosexuality must have a dignity of its own, along with heterosexuality and bisexuality.
It is how we are, it is how we must be, and it is how we will live.
This is our promise, this is our fate, this is our world. It cannot and must not be negated.
The Power of Single-handed Belief
Sometimes, a trap is created so as to liberate.
The most evolved struggle and break under a weight of deadpan immobility.
They find that no one including themselves know the answers anymore.
A surrender to the other side of the game, yields a new life.
A new kind of knowledge about the side that waited all along.
So that they could break down that which they deem to be false; that which was presented to them as true.
So that they could see the truth of their own power.
So that they may push to liberate their own minds.
So that they may break the barrier of all that is preventing not just themselves, but others from being pure.
So that they may singlehandedly believe.
For the truth is not to trick, but to endorse the very existence of itself.
To find a centre within, beyond sight, and beyond the veil of immature belief itself.
The most evolved struggle and break under a weight of deadpan immobility.
They find that no one including themselves know the answers anymore.
A surrender to the other side of the game, yields a new life.
A new kind of knowledge about the side that waited all along.
So that they could break down that which they deem to be false; that which was presented to them as true.
So that they could see the truth of their own power.
So that they may push to liberate their own minds.
So that they may break the barrier of all that is preventing not just themselves, but others from being pure.
So that they may singlehandedly believe.
For the truth is not to trick, but to endorse the very existence of itself.
To find a centre within, beyond sight, and beyond the veil of immature belief itself.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
The Jewel In The Sky
In ten years time, a wondrous and wonderful cascade of thought descended upon the sequinned skies of earth.
What if jewels encrusted upon the sky spoke of hope and of the future’s coming itself?
In a temple of doom and despair, that predicted war between the heavens and the earth, a new truth was unveiled: that of patience.
A patience that travelled beyond the sands of earthly time, and into the universal.
For the universal, knew that time and space flowed directly into and as each other, that is as one.
Ten years, was the coming of the bedecking of glory upon the night sky. Patterns were being formed by the jewels, ten years in advance, so that their sequinned presence would channel their vision into the lonely and desolate sands of earth time and space.
A jewel in company, spoke for a jewel, beyond ownership and beyond knowledge. It spoke of the gleam that one sees another with within a channel of distant sight; of simply knowing that existence was now ruling over the mirthlessness and miserliness, that life so often gave itself to.
What if jewels encrusted upon the sky spoke of hope and of the future’s coming itself?
In a temple of doom and despair, that predicted war between the heavens and the earth, a new truth was unveiled: that of patience.
A patience that travelled beyond the sands of earthly time, and into the universal.
For the universal, knew that time and space flowed directly into and as each other, that is as one.
Ten years, was the coming of the bedecking of glory upon the night sky. Patterns were being formed by the jewels, ten years in advance, so that their sequinned presence would channel their vision into the lonely and desolate sands of earth time and space.
A jewel in company, spoke for a jewel, beyond ownership and beyond knowledge. It spoke of the gleam that one sees another with within a channel of distant sight; of simply knowing that existence was now ruling over the mirthlessness and miserliness, that life so often gave itself to.
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