Looking into the eyes,the first reflectionAnd the mirror cracksWhat you see crumblesImpermanence carves its scent deeply into growth and shape Reflection is a voidVolatile, undefined form, shimmering through the emptinessA mysterious fountain of nothing and abundance And from and in the voidNo one is talkingNo one can be heardNo message is sentnot even silence is… Continue reading n\one
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What is thisBefore you attach a nameAnd meaningAnd purposeTo it Who are youBefore your name is spokenAnd featuresPropertiesAnd a storyAttached to you Who will you beWhen your name will be forgottenAnd the last one remembering your storyDead What is sensationWithout a labelAnd interpretationNot even rawNot even pure What is this prisonThis sufferingThat you want to… Continue reading ∅
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Sometimes, it appears as the seconds of your life heading for their evaporation,then it feels like the life force pulsing vibrantly through every cell of your beingThe depth of the abyss meeting the peak of blissAnd a glimpse into nothingness and annihilation that feels like liberationBut you can’t get there, can’t get this There’s some… Continue reading Δ
Afterdeath
You have closed your eyes, and never again will a word pass your lips.Your breath has left this body, dissolving you into invisibility. It seems like the end of the story, the final destination.But it is not a return home – no one ever left.It was always, and still is. Tears and mourning around you,… Continue reading Afterdeath
How did I get there
I don’t know how I got thereIt seems like I didBut did I really?My memory is a storyNowAnd was it ever not one?Can the protagonist of this storyof any storybe anything other than a fictional character?Playing out conditioning How can you know that I am realWhen we live in each other’s imaginationSeemingly intertwined through perception… Continue reading How did I get there
Tomb Diver
Life, meeting its fragmentationMeeting its unificationMeeting itselfWaiting for itself Being this immediate shape-shifting Looks like being bornAnd growingSometimes ThrivingSometimes BloomingSometimes CripplingWiltingDecayingDying LifeSometimes a mother who nurtures,then one that starves you,a father, that one time protects, another time abandons you Cries of lust and terrorSighs of pleasure and despair Life birthing death, death embracing life A… Continue reading Tomb Diver
Memory and Hope
You look back to yesterdayWith a bittersweet melancholyYour name emerged thereAnd mother and father and brother and sisterThe childLove and hatePerspective and visionSurviving as hopeInto today and tomorrowAs these dreamscapes A sadness appearing, about what seems to have goneForever? The same place in the dreamscapeis the torture chamber of abandonment and abuseLoss and failureA graveyard… Continue reading Memory and Hope
Just be (better)
Sometimes I wonderIf I just have to endure itThat, what temporarily appears unbearable, hopelessAnd that the idea, any other way could be betterIs just an illusion And sometimes I’d just like to escape, run away, disappear From what appears,Be it called memory, emotion, realityYou, me, the other, the worldThisWhat is I want it better Thirsty… Continue reading Just be (better)
No-one knows
There is a phantomCalled no-oneI am thisNo-oneknowsAnything and nothingCan be known
Uncharted
Gazing into at out ofThisIt islostAlreadyI amLostIn thisSeems like depthSeems like a patternBut it has no coordinatesNo lines, no edgesRecognizing the unknownNothing moreIt cannotgraspBeGraspedBecome Is it?