mystery in reality

  Sunset, caressed with the evening star slowly the moon comes into light. An in subordinate view of the melancholy of a broken mirror. But you see yourself in many hues. Alone in the castle of your mind, what we see is how we see it, our own view point, our mind a chaotic yet peaceful comfort, our true home. In a house of non verbal communication, speaking in signs and language a repertoire of gestures, occupied by those who haven’t lost their voice, but seek their soul. She sat in the middle of the marble floor, the cold sending tendrils and chills down her spine. Her eyes closed, her face devoid of emotions. The uncharted part of her mind beginning to get foundation as the riddles of gestures where brought to light by the cold marble floor. The insurgence of her curiosity laying depths to the timeless void of her questioned purity and purpose. But not questions of the cold marble floor as it surged even deeper. Communications made without a voice it spoke. With signs that look...

  We are connected by a cosmic flow of intergalactic energy. A feeling deeper than even blood. Maybe that was why she cried when I pinched myself. Stargazing, exchanging words with the mother, my inquisition growing with each word. I was compelled to ask more, But I was warned not to make mother cry. Its amazing how her tears give way to new stars, her pain so full of misery, but we have found a name for it, constellations. The flow of nameless energy emanating from God knows were with its power to bind all. But there was still a problem of disconnect. Whispers traveling down a path which explains the theory of in depth irregularities in the space and time. I chose to know what. Forbidden whispers against all laws, I was warned again, my journey provoked more tears, why mother do you cry when all I crave are answers. I threatened to leave but she held tight. This time with a look of determination. Her grasp a pull of gravity unbreakable by even the laws of physics. Maybe there ...

A pacifist once held a gun out of anger, prepared to debunk his peaceful way of living. That kept the world on its toes grasping for air at the edge of a cliff hanger. Everything has a reason, even in chemistry, chemicals are mixed for the purpose of getting a reaction. That is why there will always be reactions to an action. An unaddressed problem manifests itself in the embrace of the darkness emanating from the ignorance of man. What happens if mans nature is kept unchecked, ideas and thoughts brought to life but never completed. Only to be abandoned and left to the world to complete itself. Chaos forming itself in peace and harmony, till it gets pregnant, ready to give way to a new born destruction. What we see is only what we choose to see, true? Maybe a critical decision can end the cause of rhetorical indecision. Maybe an alteration course set to a point of rehabilitation will be the guide of adherent purity. If’s in critical situations are as useless as doing nothing, but wi...