In the kingdom of heaven, like among men – today you are god, tomorrow no one knows you.
Contributed by: mara
A shroud lies ahead and behind many truths. Reality is (sometimes) a glass wall no ray of light reaches.
Writing – graphical marks (scribbling) of consciousness and soul on infinity's palm.
Both writing and thinking, like children, require plenty of patience till growing up.
For quite a few millennia, the man has been trying to restrain souls, striving to keep himself outside.
Wealth is the pocket you take ephemeral from to by the ephemeral.
Each morning, on the reality tree's branch towards the people, I listen to the bird of hope.
Like the snake sheds its skin living for a while in another one, man strips himself from opinions gathered up until a certain age, developing others.
You were and still are everything to me. Look at how much we have grown in this childish dream!...
Life got ahead of me. I thought I would hurry up walking through this desert and I would await its arrival!
Copyright © 2014 Gaiam, Inc.