Beyond this moment…there is another moment. And that moment, holds another moment. Which cradles another moment. And another. Ad infinitum. Endless is the possibility, as moments keep existing. You cannot hold, you cannot linger. You cannot grasp, yet momentary finding. But moments, are the innocence of purest magic. Magic which can float and exist… encapsulated truest beauty. The beauty we all long to hold. Our deepest longing.
We have it. Let the magic be yours. Open your world to the possibility, of …
Beware of Knowledge, the Double Edge Sword of Reason.
For every extract… to find the vial of wisdom one must take in an inordinate amount of poison. Knowledge is that poison. Knowledge is also that fleeting constituent which brings together all the drops of poison, into the poison’s remedy. Poison is the Antidote. Antidote, the poison. And the shining, blinding light that would be barest truth in color…neither antidote, nor poison exists.
Beware of knowledge, the double edge sword of reason. The sharp edges of truth and duller light of existence and escape.
Hope is a fleeting antidote, for the reality that knowledge brings both life and death. Both necessary constituents to fully engage the mind, body and soul.
Life is a series of cycles, we each can only live half in our lives…a half life. But the fear that one may not meet life, helps you meet in the next life. And the circle is what it is. Everlasting, beauty finds itself.