we come in peace
I want to believe
born in area 53
only two blocks away from the others
some are scouts
some are mapmakers
some are dead
can’t shake off what I heard the psychiatrist say
”these types of patients usually find each other later in life, in other forms…”
please don’t kill me
I’ve played the fire mage, the druid,
the healer, the mammoth and the mummy
I’ve been many faces of evil
don’t trust words
don’t trust thoughts
don’t trust your perception
we are beyond that
we communicate involuntarily through vibration and frequency
our minds are built to fill in the blanks
no more binary thinking
no more good and evil
we must move further
it’s not supposed to be easy to explain or even comprehend
it’s supposed to be magical, mysterious and sublime
but probably it isn’t
some are shamans
some are alive
some are not aware of their entanglement
we enjoy peace and silence
undomesticated animal friends show us the way
nature isn’t outside
we are nature
but it seems forgotten
do we have a responsibility to speak for species that don’t have a voice?
because the trees sure screams from time to time
if you would only care to listen…
constructive snakes in the water
the rabbit lose to the turtle and
the turtle lose to the snail
we are here now
non-physical spaces and
bodies only partly physical
a lithium battery shape shifted into a dream walker
imagination is a very strong force
be careful what parts of your mind you decide to trust
try trusting it for a time, then turn back into the ocean
some are divers
some can fly
only some can share this
whatever it is?
solitude tightens the perfect circle and
eliminates meaning
solitude builds your essence
the connections through the mycelia remains
we are the future now
not islands
but bridges
do you remember that bridge in Manchester they deconstructed
in order to understand how it could held itself up?
unfortunately some use bridges to build walls and
convince us that the wall is the only thing that’s real
if they only knew how (un)real life is
what is unreality anyway?