” It would be the exaggeration of frankness in me to tell you…
It is so new and so indescribable an idea to me– that…
It is – an awakening. in thinking of the heaven above, I did not perceive – the -”
‘Earth Beneath?’
“The better heaven beneath.”
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” But you shall never realize that an incident which filled but a degree in the circle of your thoughts covered the whole circumference of mine. No person can see exactly what and where another’s horizon is.”
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to find thyself…then to find thine self lost.
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Ashes and promises share a bond
Through the winds of change
Words are blown away
When visions that should be
Are tattooed in your mind
The power to let go
Is sometimes hard to find
The answer cannot be found
In the writing of others
Or the words of a trained mind
In a precious world of memories
We find ourselves confined
Claws so razor sharp
Ripping at the spirit
Promises a potential to hurt
Is anything real?
When forever is to be until
Deep inside, in the world of empty words…
No escaping from those haunting
Empty words…
Do you ever feel it?
A craving that is so strong
To by thought rewind in order to find
Expectations that shined through the doubt
That soon would turn into the price
Of what a word will be worth
When tomorrow comes
To be and we are left
Standing on our own-
And seeing what is real…
The answer cannot be found
In the writing of others
Or the words of a trained mind
In a precious world of memories
We find ourselves confined
Claws so razor sharp
Ripping at the spirit
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Fairy fair air.
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Tower to endless tower,
dust per miss the light.
So Many Trifles and too much time…
we toil, we ravage
this the forage to arrive.
Arise.
The badge of high.
The lofts of significance,
’tis but an inessential plot to land
some pinnacle position.
But devices of desire,
naught are the wonders to belief.
Heed thyself amongst the autogenous plight.
Forget not…
the point is plunge.
Ewe,
a machine of desire
many are the trifles, barren time.
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“Can The Truth Ever Be Truly Captured”?
For every “fact” there is a “myth” and for every “myth”, there is a “story” based in “fact”. Revisionism is the logical step towards the progression of upward thought, away from the constructs of “fact or myth.” Whatever may be held as “truth” must be questioned relentlessly. What is left are the words that continue a “story”and the notion that “reality” is no more “fact” then “myth”. Time is the weight that the world must bear. Eternity is the “truth” that neither “fact” or “myth” can eradicate.
“Maintaining the hatreds and passions of the past prevents genuine reconciliation and lasting peace. The Auschwitz extermination story originated as World War II propaganda. And all wartime propaganda, unless hatred and passion are to have the final word, must be viewed critically. It is high time to take a more objective look at this highly polemicized chapter of history.”
http://www.ihr.org/leaflets/auschwitz.shtml
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The climb and the cleft,
the Narrow spaces of
widened divinity.
In respire to reach
for the shallowest of breath.
Among the decay,
this heightened sensitivity in the handle.
This easefull mortal vellum’s escape.
The sheerest of scales,
which hides beneath the common fleece.
The severing mark,
leading guile unto guise.
Inward, the climb and the cleft
The narrowest space of
widened divinity.
In this steepening mount,
The broadening view .
Climb materialize cleft.
The Narrow Space,
Eternity Unbound.
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