A high-fish is watching me, hanging over my display. Simple lines, curved to make it whole. As if it wouldn’t be whole when the lines didn’t cross each other. It’s all a different point of view :). It’s all about our imagination, to see the straight lines as they really are: circles, spirals, crossing borders taking you on a journey to another dimension, to another world of singing trees and big snowflakes like big white birds flying around, sitting on sleeping twigs. Colours passing by touching gentle your liquid skin, leading you to closed doors that wait to be opened from unknown warriors or shamans or maybe from you??? The clouds are creeping on the magical carpet called sky, and the sun wants to punish them to pierce them and break through my window, to touch me gentle on the shoulder and tell me a secret, I wont tell you what, cause it wouldn’t be a secret anymore. And if the sky is purple today it’s because I see it that way. Why? No questions please :)
The time is passing by, the fractals are increasing, Strange are the voices, beautiful the sun, Take me to the river, wait me on the bank, Tell me your little secret, I’ll tell you mine...
Come and drink with me o, beautiful one! Drink Soma and watch the cracking sky! Find me on the left side, As death stands still giving me advice…
Flow like rain water, wash my face from my disgrace, You and me, and this tree, let us swim together, Bathing in the source like we have always been: One Whole Unity Merging to infinity The snowflakes call me to play with them, they knock on my window and whisper Truth in my ears. Why should I stay? Let me go and fly with them just like child flies.
Let Truth come and burn my ego, like phoenix will I be reborn, arising from the ashes of my soul! The Great Spring will wash away the winter! Death will teach me how to live! Dark light is coming to clean the wounds, the terror is no longer to be feared, My soul was purified by the cold hand. I can now live FREE.
