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zamolxes
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 Posted - May 15 2020 : 3:41:51 PM
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Black on white, that's how it goes, it all flows upon it's twin contrast. Hand in hand it all goes, for a coin is such because of both it's faces.
Then what are we? We all seem to float along, harmoniously chaotic, coming from nowhere and with no place to go. Anxiously but with no desires, seeking an answer to no question at all. So it is that we live our lifes, sticking to whatever grabs our attention in this dance of life, for the words that we think are merely a subtitle to it all. So we look beyond, beyond the asking, but there's nothin there, strangely enough it all comes when we stop looking. We seem to search for that coin that fell on the floor, and as if it broke through space it just dissapeared. Something forgot.
Movement it is, fluttering it's leaves, the tree breathes life. It shines a lightless light and sighs upon the darkness under the sun, it's voice a deep silence, the language of the world. Deep it is, deep underwater, the angels of the sea are longing for life, unaware that their longing is death's most desperate call.
Death watching life, the stage and it's blind performers.
Love, it battles through the heavens to shine through the clouds.
Mind, it clouds the sun and thundering it fades in the mists of a new day.
Space it is then, that which oversees the wheel of life.
Up and down on this bumpy road, slaves to each and every hole, scared of darkness.
But here it comes again, here comes the sun, shining in all colors, from the deepest blue to the raging red. The lush green jungles, and the hypnotic yellow desert. The azure sky overlooking the endevour of the colors of human nature. In the middle of it all I find myself, looking through time and space, from here and throught silence, I find the old anew. Nostalgic of an always forgotten reality.
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Charliedog
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Posted - May 16 2020 : 12:27:21 AM
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kumar ul islam
United Kingdom
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Posted - May 17 2020 : 05:05:40 AM
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caught in the current of constant flow
the oceans in view in sight
let the delight carry the vessel
onwards towards the light
the house of illumination awaits
steer towards the oblivion on rocks fall
crashing becoming one with surf of white
together they roll and mingle then disappear
only to become again the constant flow
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