PuppetSomeone high up in the sky has carved a million or so wooden people that are held by strings,Puppet by SpiderLondon
Multiple metallic machines have a sort've Artificial Intelligence,
Simple things of meat roam the earth just waiting to be found by higher beings,
The division between all never seems to slow down fate,
Everything slowly becomes a union,
Nothing stays separate,
All the strings will eventually become one,
Only one string will ever be used,
The string will never break or burn.
WitnessWe all have to examine our resistance, to life, to the new, the unknown, uncharted and work our way through it. Through mindfulness, contemplation and prayer. That comprises of inner work.Witness by Image-heart
Life is the material for our growth, and not an impediment in our path to the Light. Life is always complicated, chaotic and unpredictable enough, to make growth a possibility, and a requirement for a peaceful and joyous existence.
Often we become far too comfortable in where we are, no matter uncomfortable. Yet still we refuse to adapt to the higher perspective or wisdom that life offers us as insights. When we say, "These solutions are not for me, I'm far below", what we are really saying is I do not want to make the effort to work through whatever emotions I am going through.
It will always be a leap, when we decide to try another perspective, and yes a higher perspective. For that it is imperative to start where we are. The smallest things and events in life can spurt greatest growth leap, when w
Dirty LooksDon't cellophane the rosesDirty Looks by BloodshotInk
they can't breathe under your denial of their needs.
They can't be watered down to nothingness
by the will of your want for them not to be -
don't wrap them up, packaged neatly
the way that would would like them;
that's not how things grow or bloom.
They can't flourish without their roots, let them feel them!
Let them have them! Let them remain grounded
and unafraid of your storm or governance.
Don't cellophane the roses
with tidy little labels to explain their 'mutations'.
Don't tell children not to touch them if they have
more thorns than usual, brighter petals, less fragrance -
don't corner them and cube them into segregation
so they remain separate from the wildflowers
that you happily let trail all over - no!
Don't cellophane the roses
just because you've never seen them before.
if gifted a singularityfirst, find the event horizon.if gifted a singularity by LiliWrites
dip your fingers into the melted
dimensions of space
like some cosmic egg yolk.
then taste it. put your tongue
against that inky blackness.
feather your lips across the heat,
the fission, and when you have
memorized the bitter-sweet
and maudlin scent of light
trapped so deep it forgot its brilliance,
look back toward the stars that roil outside.
you've reached what they
must die to achieve; admire
eternity, that bleak static
we seek from within
our frenzied utopia.
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