words create worlds
It’s not about controlling the thoughts that appear in our mind. It’s about watching them and their effects on our mood. Becoming attached to anything is a choice, a conscious one. But, we so rarely are truly conscious of what is happening in and not to our body. Every word has its own frequency. Its
A swing between the colors of the night and dawn of hearts
(A twist of past through chambers of the mind)
Of course I wish I could have stayed more days. These were the most needed days in a long time. And no, it has nothing to do with the new virus. If it exists, it has a meaning, a purpose. Maybe there was a meaning behind the number 2 I had to bear with surprise.
It only seems to be the end of a beginning lost in space- the single breath the story began with; the tear from the awakened eye- the mother of the oceans, the father of the skies. The root of the eternal wisdom, encircling the space of forms, continually expands. Three times the power of the
Confined, a part of infinite yet finite in a form, osmotic cosmos only our hearts would know while our limbs, our thoughts and feelings- designed by numbers, equations, laws of ancient pasts remain contingent on the lowest light. What would it take to exit from the loop? Cutting the cord, renouncing a body pinned on the
Worlds of Words 