sábado, 28 de noviembre de 2015

M

I want to believe that good things can happen. Am i naive?

I saw you holding somebody's arm and I noticed the zips in your pants, the way you move and your eyes. I saw you having a smoke, texting and talking with your sister. I saw you waiting outside, moving your body, I melted to your femininity, the way you moved ur hips and ur gentle hand holding mine while looking at me with those big beautiful, so beautiful, so so beautiful, green eyes. I asked you being my friend. It always make me laugh. U didn't notice me but the beach broke us down, hug us down, warm us down, i confess i felt in love with you in less than a second. . Do u know what reincarnation is? I have no idea but I have to have met u before. Chemistry pales towards what I feel when I see ur eyes. U drained my energy like the craziest orgy would never do. I still have more than a doubt about it. How much fascinating can u be? I confess i enjoyed my Sundays with u. Hugging u. Can u be more spoiled? I love it.

I thought lies were out of the question. Maybe u r right. Maybe u r not lying, maybe u do wanted to protect us, to keep US but i know there r more secrets. US strikes through my blood like the craziest peaceful time, a movie, we shouldn't feel so fascinating for, thousands of hugs and a dirty kitchen, filled with bags of delicious eaten food. I would ran for anything u want, choke all throats and serve the blood as an appetizer standing in front u, telling u that I love u M.

That guy was right. Compassion hurts, growing strong enough to love the world yet empty enough to sit at the table with its worst horrors, oh, i love that phrase. I loved it so much and now i see a glimpse of its price. I cant find the way not to imagining u being nobody's, not being mine. It hurts too much. How smart would be somebody reading this? Will they understand? I hated the love with all my heart. Fear it. Respected it. Crazy huh? Am I not the responsible one ? I could have stopped it. I m sorry. I miss u so much, my eternal M, seeing u in this lifetime is an undeniable pleasure and an unstoppable pain, but the tiger keeps driving the bike ahead, while the owl reads Winnie the pooh. The tiger can't stop driving. The owl is smiling. Is happy.

The owl feels protected, spoiled and always, always loved in all possible ways.

sábado, 3 de octubre de 2015

A conversation about love


I've known you. I love you so much, can't not to. My mind will not understand you never, but intuition, the biggest deception, craves from you.
What was the point of all of this? I had confort, the eternal fight between love and knowledge. Did u pass through it? Did u? At some point u sacrifice your love for infinite knowledge? And then u brought them together? Does every human need to make that decision? We r definitively fucked.

I can't come back, this is not a regret talk. I love my life, I love this place and everything that has offered me, everything that it might offer me. I got drunk into the pleasures of this system. I don't regret it, I regret the pain I caused because of it, I am as cold as I am warm. Ain't that funny?, to play the games of the Gods. Love couldn't be born in this system, It just doesn't make sense in 4D, It has to come from another dimension, higher? No idea. Not if all of this is a fractal. It is comic, u, me, talking about love. U r love, I can't not love you, u r the love itself, u flow through my cells as I flow through yours. It is so nice to see u looking at the mirror, looking at myself and to all the others.

This world is a deception, yet it is so beautiful, only weakness can experience such a beauty. The beauty of remorse, the beauty of passion, the beauty of compassion, the beauty of suffering, the price of the sensors. A magnificent illusion, father.

I must be crazy, at least under human terms. There r so many colors everywhere, I'm possessed by the beauty of this reality, with my eye blinking at the beauty of all the others. My heart is broken, but there is some much love in all of its pieces. Did u want it to be like that? I could have stayed, u could have stopped me. Why didn't you? Maybe I would regret it always, not to come I mean, two opposite things that in this system, apparently can't coexist. I had confort, I was so happy, so so happy, u know, only u know how happy I was not to be lazy on a Sunday. I love this life, I could die now and greet the angel with a smile on my face.

I love talking to u, though u don't use words. That's the best. Not a blind act of faith. Just the dimensions crushing themselves. This could be the key of the formula. I mean, probably the equations are unsolvable, at least analytically. Nth dimensional bullshit.

Anyway, nice talking to u father. It's so nice to tell u that I love you. I miss u even when u r here. It's crazy huh?. Its like my love for her. It just couldn't be born in 4D, yet it clearly lives everywhere.

jueves, 24 de septiembre de 2015

Nth dimensional mirror

So. Imagine this person. He exists in a very empty place. His voice is unrecognizable and generally not heard, with the ears at least.
His face is of a particular beauty, quite rare. His gaze makes you tremble with peace.

Imagine his place, the place surrounding him, an nth dimensional mirror, a fractal geometrical figure full with his beautiful light, reflecting itself in a very difficult-to-calculate number of crystal faces. At each mirror, a different face is reflected, some of them are black, some white, some are female, some are male, some are green, some are leafy, some have fins, some have flakes, some have fur and claws, some are fire, some have no shape, some are blue and moon-affected, some are solid, some you can not even imagine but they all are beautiful.  The sort of evolved faces have their eyes closed and can not see the light, the love experiencing itself as a dual, limited illusion. The love experiencing itself as a non-dual, non-mechanic, restricted to nothing truth.

So. Imagine this person, he is so glad, when some of the mirrors smile back at him, when the eyes are opened and with a twisted and charming smile greet him with all the respect a king would deserve, with all the freedom, a true lord would enjoy, with all the love, that only himself can experience.

The smiling face looked at the other faces, ask them to look to the center of the figure, to listen the song, the vibration propagating to all layers. They need to open their eyes and when finally all of them smile back at him, the mirror will break and the illusion of separation will disappear.

Now, I don't know if these are my ideas, but if proven to be correct, it wouldn't matter at all, since at the end we all are just a reflection.