Monday, April 6, 2009

{SURREALITY}

You wouldn't believe a thing I said unless you actually had something similar happen to you and even then none of our experiences can ever be completely compared because of the interpretation of what we thought we experienced. 

It's so much like language, the tower of babel collapsing through the only real communication that happens with no sounds. The awaken has awakened in the dream. The dream has become the reality but you can't even take my word for it. This is my experience and it doesn't really even matter whether you read this and agree or don't agree or you think I am crazy or you think I am sane or you think you know any of these things. 

This is mine and it can never be stolen. It's the gem inside that no one can see. It shines like the crazy diamond that Pink Floyd talked about. I have seen it in the eyes of the seers. It happens in the state of non-doing. I don't have any more explanations for you. The philosopher has died. The linguistic tongue twister of parody and melody and romance has died. I can't even see my own reflection anymore. The mirror broke. The wave crashed on the banks of the shore. I have died to a new day and night. 

The merge as the sun and the moon dance around each other in a cosmic swirl of lights and silences. I can keep entertaining you with these notions but advise you to go out there and see what it's saying to you. Abyss deep. 

The height and expansion of the sky. The unlimited boundlessness.