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In dreams Allowing oneself To be Within Without interruption, Without distraction, Without aberration, Without confusion, Is to dance among with stars of space Void of the fear of the death. In dreams Swimming among the Stellar ethers Of interplanetary mysteries, We see all that Was, All that can be, But not, All that will be. Here we theorize Or potentiality Floating in the first and last Of Spaces. But, Because of fear, We see such places as Death. The deepest oceans Hold monsters beyond imagination. The darkest caves Pits of fall jagged, wet, and sharp. The dankest of houses Holds pasts too painful to see. Because of the fear of Death We hold ourselves back From being free. A light in the dark Is but A comfort. Trust oneself. See through the dimness. Let go. All angels who have been And are and will be Have walked the dark road, Washed in light when they arrive. Are they they? Are we we? Am I you and you me? Can it be That we are the same, Just molds of longitudinal and longitudinal Circumstance? Close your eyes and become What you see. Feel the cool water brush Under your fingertips. Above, the clouds break. A shot of light. Presence of a million souls unite. We have been. We are. Do not let The Fear of Death Tell us We Will Not Be.
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Walking the Dark Path to Light
In dreams Allowing oneself To be Within Without interruption, Without distraction, Without aberration, Without confusion, Is to dance among with stars of space Void of the fear of the death. In dreams Swimming among the Stellar ethers Of interplanetary mysteries, We see all that Was, All that can be, But not, All that will be. Here we theorize Or potentiality Floating in the first and last Of Spaces. But, Because of fear, We see such places as Death. The deepest oceans Hold monsters beyond imagination. The darkest caves Pits of fall jagged, wet, and sharp. The dankest of houses Holds pasts too painful to see. Because of the fear of Death We hold ourselves back From being free. A light in the dark Is but A comfort. Trust oneself. See through the dimness. Let go. All angels who have been And are and will be Have walked the dark road, Washed in light when they arrive. Are they they? Are we we? Am I you and you me? Can it be That we are the same, Just molds of longitudinal and longitudinal Circumstance? Close your eyes and become What you see. Feel the cool water brush Under your fingertips. Above, the clouds break. A shot of light. Presence of a million souls unite. We have been. We are. Do not let The Fear of Death Tell us We Will Not Be.
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ashby-brown
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
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