-I mean, it feels good to daydream,
and have that in a quiet room,
with the rain falling over next to you,
feeling the droplets on your warm skin ..

- There's something about water
that really makes us feel more alive
at its touch.. and the sound and smell
of rain bring us deeper into that
perfect state of daydreaming..

-Because it reminds us of a forgotten ancient time.
When we were single-celled organisms,
swimming in the water,
living and breathing it.
Although, humans don't have a direct memory of it,
the collective consciousness have a distinct, indirect
memory of that experience.
More like muscle memory, I suppose..
This especially is what is providing us with quite a good, peaceful feeling of being in close touch with Nature and Water.
It reminds us of home..

-That's beautiful.

There is a kind of thinking which keeps life separate from itself,
a decaying thinking, that enslaves you

                You know exactly what I mean.

That ordinary innocuous little trance that your thoughts spin around the current circumstance, like a ritual for dead life that keeps you
circling
around
and around
yourself in
endless disconnection.

That is not what you want. Is it?
Drop it! Turn away from it!
Don't believe its empty resolution.

Come here, yes.. through the hidden doorway just behind all of this nonsense thinking

Enter into the feeling, descend along your sensation, penetrate your tension, your discomfort, open YOUR body to itself!

Feel, taste, smell, see, touch, hear the strands and whispers and the texture of life's intelligence.

Taste your life now!

You will drink from her source, bathe in her and comb your hair with her fingers of darkness and thought will come again from this invisible love making and shape a dance, a poem... a shout full of her vibrate silence..

And words will arise, dripping her light and you will cup them in your hands and give it to your thirsting friends... all around....

I burn, I scream
The sky gets darker
I cry, I release
The clouds move
I laugh and I shout
The sky is clear
I love and I feel
The stars appear
I look and I frown
The moon is watching
I take a step and she gives me a hand
She tells me a story
That finally I will be free
Free of illusions
Free of prejudice
Free of wrong perceptions
Free of myself
I burn and I scream
And I don't believe her
The moon has no eyes
No soul
And yet she touched me and burned my heart

Inevitable pain as a spice of everyday life

Slow cooked thoughts
Take away the life
Take away the spark
The flow of heaven inside

The blamers, the thoughts
The paranoia that seeps under your tongue

The hole, the hole drilled in your heart,
The massive black hole who waits to ****

The.life.out.of.you

Then emptiness awaits you just behind the corner

Invitation for an open conversation
Confrontation
Collaboration
Between mind
Between heart

Between reality
Between hallucination

I'm slipping away into annihilation

".... forming the molecules which are "supported" by the thoughts, and of course with the help of neurons, new neurons who are grabbing space like a tiger who grabs the predator the space in the mind,and the mind presents each energy you have acquired in your life, like a burst of happiness, taking and giving you stars, nebula's and galaxies and instead of a black hole, it shows you a heavenly garden with the most precious flowers..."

-he said to her while they were having morning coffee on the balcony.

"I love you" - she replied with a joyful heart, while she was looking at his lost in thought, but full of life eyes.