| Title: | Awen, Oh; Inderlude of Myth |
| Posted On: | 2006-10-13 13:55:26 |
Inside a delicate maddened mind rests an uneven peace. Alone, on a struggle, the shadows are overtaking him. He sits by the pool and for a moment all is still. Gentle tucking winds arise; chaos magic begins filtering through. In another corner, there is no hope, only despair. Yet on the other hand, subtle intrusion awaits you.
If you take the time to peer, the time to enter, you will find deep peace. It was in a cold campfire that all thoughts were born. Born out of love, born out of hate. Who cares, there was precious birth of conscious life and nothing can remove that from the fabric of time.
No matter how much they can peer in, try to take control, they will love. They cant even begin to imagine what exists under their noses.
Such as a small smokey deli bar. The kind of place where you order lemon meringue pie for 99c from a middle aged waitress with a nametag -julie-. There's glass ketchup bottles, 12 sugar packs per container and the coffee is made by asian midgets spinning around with hell's fire under their wings.
In truth, they don't even know what's going on. They're part of the bigger picture, they transcend. This all goes back to simple elementals you see; the fire-spinners will take control of the winds.
Order from chaos, order for chaos. There will be so much chaos and none will extract order. Just one conscious collective feeding on a universal goal. Life - the passion for life - the ultimate high. Feel like your perception of reality is a rare divine gift - interwoven with patters of your subconscious, digging deeply into the fabric of what truly exists. - the essence of you -
Listening To: The sounds of my keyboard
