Neither Dante’s inferno or Nietzsche superior man, prepared me for what was to come: To learn all I could about life…on my own. I do not follow anybody’s shadow nor lean against thin walls. My parents church was made of bricks and stone, mine? I got none. My dusty, old Buddhist saffron robe now hangs on the wall, it covers the window to protect me from the sun. “I will love you forever” I heard many times those words, yet here I am , taking a shower and eating all alone… Words got not meaning if they don’t come from deep inside the soul, without action they are just a silent noisy. My revolution is not for social change…its purpose is to open new pathways beyond this mushy brain. I forget to paint my nails and I forgot where I come from, it wasn’t earth not even Mount Kailash, this I know for sure: my place is beyond the 7 Pleiadian stars. I can walk on the surface of the sun and swim to the bottom of the sea, not with this body but just as ME. Lust and Mystic lotus share the same dream. The Dragonfly eyes and wings what a lovely being ! Walking, moving arms and legs and listening to AC/DC, Def leppard, Whitesnake and Queen, the yin yang keeps on moving creating this fantasy: “the one created all, and then the myriad of things” Time to drink my African/Colombian coffee mix and forget all of this, without fear of remembering to wake up from this amazing dream. Anjani march 13, 2014
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 17:37:12 +0000
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