Think and create in infinity.

‘Since these sentiments have exceptional force because of their collective origin, their universality, their permanence, and their intrinsic intensity, they separate themselves radically from the rest of our conscience whose states are much more feeble. They dominate us; they are, so to speak, something superhuman, and, at the same time, they bind us to objects which are outside of our temporal life. They appear to us as an echo in us of a force which is foreign to us, and which is superiors to that which we are. We are thus forces to project them outside ourselves, to attribute what concerns them to some exterior object. We know today how partial alienations of personality thus come about. This mirage is so inevitable that, under one form or another, it will grow until a repressive system appears [meaning crime or social exclusion].’

I am a mountain, but I can shrink

I can come down to you.

Drowning is different from attracting

But suffering comes from both.

I keep telling myself

That all will be forgotten in the future

That what I suffer in height does not mean anything to the other world

But now, it is all I live in.

I do not think my temporary essences will be known…

Nor they should be known.

Even if I would reveal the secret

There would be nobody around

Because only I exist in the difficult clouds.

It does not matter what happens

It does not matter what is done to me

It does not matter I reject and get rejection

All that is

Is my own cell.

Unshared.

I am within it, yet I am never in

I do not let anything to touch me

But the things that move exist within me

I am alive but not because of the world around.

I have strange eyes.

I am obscure to myself

But not to the events

I know the sequences

But not the forces

I know the ending

But not the states

And the one state I know

The state of myself

Is irrelevant.

I see people

Painting their reflections

In anxiety.

*

The brush is the self

The others are the direction of the brush

The canvas is the expectation

And the result will be the final truth.

*

The more you paint

The more you lock yourself within the ties

And we all paint just by existing.

*

Once you start existing

Once you start painting

You create the invisible cage

This process

Is the corruptiong of the human mind.

*

You accept that you are grass

But can’t remember that you were ever given a seed.

We are composed of social cells

We are given everything

And as fools, we accept.

We don’t own ourselves

We are all owned by each other

Through sharing the invisible cages.

We are all in a depressing cycle

A vicious cycle, depressed of itself.

*

Your nerves have been the nerves of your society

For, perhaps, twenty, forty, seventy years

Your reflexes are not your own

Your immediate attitudes are not yours.

No. Don’t believe that.

*

It is scary

How natural we think we are

But if it is in our nature to be untrue

Who is there to define what we really are?

(Source: bethechangeyouwishtowseeinworld)

What happens on a circle

Is known by all of it

We are balancing on opposite sides

The wind we cause leaves us separated

But in action, we are always aware of each other

We are each other’s constant

Each other’s reality

We live on the edge

Of a radius we hold

We spin

In our world

Harmony is firm

But flows like wires.