Memory Of A Strange Essence

The vision, it left me puzzled. Dreaming of a moment lost in time. Something of significance has been captured. A long lasting scent of beauty. Fallen curls against a lovely face. A crowded place, surrounding wanderers.

Having not been awake since the end of our existence. The sounds of myself calling out to the past. They said they had dreamed of me. I told them, it was not a dream, more real than this illusion we stand in.

Wondering if I had been missing the signs. Unaware of the dream, traveling to secret places. Who they might be, might not be determined. Where the dream leads, it is lacking in precision.

Visiting the person we have created. They know more than I can tell you in words. The power of the dreamer lies here. Purpose says you exist somewhere in time, you are something more.

Impersonation of Spirit.

Here surrounded by routine and simulation.
Magnetic fields draw in retaliation.

Pretension of a familiar face. Walking in pose, living disgrace

Mind wanderings, and shifting dimensions. Uncertain of their true intentions

This masquerade will soon fall, and we were here before it all.

Instinctive response to blasphemy and lies.
Intention and purpose have been disguised.

Feeling assurance outside of this blindness. The sanctity is revealed in kindness.

The people here have not been the same, This deception will no longer remain.

Underneath the hunger and desire, lies the soul of truth that burns with fire.

Rid of the beasts possessing this soul. It dwells no more to take its toll.

Turning away from reaction and force.
Untouched, we return to the source.

Distant places of the Shadow drifter

Here was some unrecognizable figure in front of me

Going deep inside the darkest minds. The trees here surround me telling their stories.
Curling up under the light of a cold moon. Being silent.

Falling into an unfamiliar dream. Stepping further into the unknown. Heavy beating of a drum

Existing here must mean something. At some point in time there is silence...and something materializes from the heat of my breath.

It emerges.......

Something clear, and untouched, Inspiring and curious, strange but lovely
Feeling of a texture, so smooth. Looking like the dim light of a sunrise. A perfect shape of sublimity is revealed . Soft skin brushes my delicate body. Faint smell of incense burning, slowly losing my mind perhaps. There is an open space letting in a gentle breeze. Suddenly the trees look more alive. Everything appears to be defined and whole.

I dont feel real, I feel like a fictional character in a trance.

Drifting away. Opening these human eyes.

A silent place of information and life. . exists somewhere in time.

Its there. Its purpose. Its amazement. Its life.

Unraveling a mystery; interpreting a vision of complexity

Here you cant be yourself, because you have no self.

I am deep inside of an unknown place. . .In a mindless sort of way.

Surrounded by the substance of soul
My mind swims around a field of stillness.

All the threads that bind us to existence are vivid and strong.

Secret worlds and faraway places
recollection of memories long forgotten, but never deserted.
Calling my name quietly, I hear a whisper and wake up from my dream.

You barely touched me, while fully embracing me
Waves of inspiration come crashing in.

No longer chasing desires.
What was once above me is now below.
I caught a glimpse of your dream, it was the one with me in it.

Now I'm watching you watch me, and its the most beautiful thing I could have imagined.

Meeting me where the sun rises.
Giving me reason, giving me something to say.

We dont need a reassurance to know if were alive.
You feel it and I feel it, so strongly that nothing else matters.
We are Here.

Simple freedom

I am scattered everywhere, You might not recognize me. Let me speak to life so it can free me from this disease. Find my roots, don't look back to the place of desire. I will be living in an undisturbed place, where nothing can offend me.

Where no discrimination can exist, where your unconscious mind is an untold story and a distant memory. I'll see a place without attachment and neediness, I will be able to run freely without restraint, in this place all those things I lost will be returned to me, In this place everyone will understand and accept contradiction, because its ok.

So here I can rest, because there is no right and wrong, there is just what is, and what is is all we need, its peaceful and there is no need for anything else, there is no gain and there is no loss, because it doesn't matter, and he have what we have and its all at ease, and we are free from it all. I will one day be released from this entanglement and destruction.

Your Pretend Non-existent Reality.

Everything was a dream, I live in this unique world, a private world, away from yours.

Creating your world, its my amazing power, I have whole worlds and ideas of existence in my own mind,

I like to see you come unplugged.
I am the authentic human being who matters most, Im dont question weather you matter or not, because as you already know you're inside my everything, you exist inside my mind, and you're here because I exist in yours. and you are the viable, elastic piece of life that possessed my inner soul.

If the only things that are real are those that never change and stay the same, and if EVERYTHING in this life changes, Nothing is ultimately real. I told you I may as well be a figment of your imagination. You give me some short, shallow minded response, and I know how much must I scream this out.. its nothing, but its alright, and its reassuring, then its safe so long as you can become intertwined.

Enter my web, come into my line, step outside of your self and come fly away with me, let me show you the ways in which things will come into place.

You might have never existed, because you grew inside me, and became me. You might have disappeared and where does it leave my sense of self?

All of your mind inside of my life is what will truly exist, all of my love inside your veins can run smoothly.

If you wouldn't have given me the answers, you would have been right, for the truth of freedom is all I need from you, and again you will exist, your here, I will clearly see you, you feel yourself, and you know of what is, and you felt nothing inside me, but you felt the source of everything, and you were still alive, without being real, you know what it was like to be the life.

You're pretend reality will create you, and a life in which you exist, and you're pretend world will create again a non existent reality, and in that will move you to put this idea outside of yourself and you will turn things against yourself, then you go back into that hopeless nothing, even more nothing then before, not the one in which im always there, your fake sense of being will bring into existence your fake sense of home, and complicate unnecessary situations, then I can promise your unrealistic places will create illusions for all those inside of it, so please give this universe back I ask you.

You now will let me take it and slowly transform it, perfectly into something real for you, because I know that's all you want, is for me to give you truth. I will give it substance and aspects, little pieces of my certainty that feels I am life, and I will assure you that I am aware of this thought and that creature.

So in a very important way, this can never be something real, unless you come inside...go to me, and out into nothing and fly all at once, you might make it true, but not as you experience me inside you or imagine your mind to be there, and to make it become self.