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A Sand Grain Galaxy
A Silent Scream Awakens the Dream
My mind rejects the conclusion that what it projects is all that it has to fathom. If there's a way to feel ultimately connected to everything in existence, did we ever disconnect? These bodies that we inhabit, could they be shells that imagination itself crawled into?
The desire of being wanted, companionship, fear of isolation and demanding attention. Are these things a way of keeping the connection of consciousness flowing? The conflicting strengths of love and hate are constantly spreading like a rabid virus. We are not simply stuck in between the struggle in an innocent limbo. We are this experience as it is happening. Evolving.
Total control comes from letting go. There's always this human urge to steer the course. We like to define, sort, categorize, and bring answers to that which we can't possibly understand. What will become of you when food, needed to nourish you, is the one thing that you can't eat? What would you do if water was the one thing you couldn't drink? What would it mean if you had to hate everything in order to understand what love is?
Closing your eyes, you're still aware of your scenes. You cannot escape them unless you physically remove them from your body. Suppose for a moment that you've fallen asleep. A dream awakens in your slumber. In this dream your senses begin to rapidly morph and warp distorting your perception. Colors can suddenly be felt and tasted. Shapes can now be heard and sounds can now be seen. It seems that these sounds can change the speed of time. Tastes bring back all of the memories that have been forgotten. Sexuality now has the power to alter the alignment of planets and stimulate an orgasmic unity. Rivers flow in all directions, cleansing all questions that have kept you craving control. Nothing is certain, this is your reminder, that is if you remember it upon your awakening. Was it a dream, or is this life a dream? You can't possibly know what it means.
I believe that there are many more senses, that we in these human shells can't yet come to understand. We won't know truly until we move on from here. Taking the next step, will i remember this moment writing this line, embracing these feelings, using these senses as i have in this life? Its left in the hands of the universe for the universe is my memory, and everything that is yet to happen. Along with the many things that are to happen again
The next time you embrace one that you unconditionally love close your eyes. You'r holding them now. Your holding yourself. The pulse is in both of you, as it always has been. Built up of small planets like grains of sand. Keep the love close and spread it like a disease. With full respect for the hatred that gives it its meaning. Knowing now that there is no answer, ask more questions to expand the imagination. Every instance is the begging. Every ending gives birth. Now when you sleep dream to dream of more dreams. Now when you speak, remember to speak of infinity.
A note scribbled on an envelope
I've never been too smart Just dangerously curious Born again into this world With no adaptations fit for its confusion Mental projectile misfires Tugging me in every direction These crystal waters are solid with all of their barren thoughts I don't even care To see my reflection So many people Gliding on the surface Sink me to the deepest depths Or through me back into the womb To redevelop A mind that refuses to think for itself
Shake off the dreams of sleep A hesitant hibernation A fearful, anxious excitement Crawling from the cave to the daylight As has been done countless times before Down in the rocks she waited for him Her hair swirling in the wind "Hold your breath" He whispered in her ear "Open your eyes" He screamed out for the surrounding mountains to echo Back again So soon Yet it seemed so long since they had last been here Eyes adjusting to this old line of sight Ecstatic like wandering children Thinking of things that they have to discover Stars appear in the dusk distance Signaling a trail for the mind to follow
Running on Eggshells, Sleeping on Sun Sets
I can feel your presence speaking to me
Shaking, waving, flailing
Like the hands of an electric mime
Bring us together
Bring us to life
A true friend
Mistakes wont be held against eachother
Imperfections kill the fear
It seems as tho weve known eachother forever
Hold eachother high
When we can sence eachothers painful vibrations
Forget what weve been tought
This is existence
This life is short
But we will go on forever
Again we will greet eachother with new aliasas
What is life?
Repeating itself similtaniously
Grabbing eachother by the core
To saparate in the whirl pool
Like magnets we will attract eachother back
Reliving the feeling
© 2013 Skyler DeCristoforo