Two Unfinished Ideas which came together rather well

4.10.09

Streamside, looking up into the inverted sky of this perilous Earth on the water, hovers above the trees like the bright blue death cloak waiting to be cast down upon the shadows. The shadows who reign over small kindgoms, the shadows who are invaded by the shadows of the tallest trees, the shadows who always must see themselves to know they exist. We all live in our shadows, we're all constantly looking for them, we must, if no one else will, remind ourselves that we are real, that we exist and make beautiful steps across the fabric of time. The way we do this, whether it becomes a force for good or ill, is a product not of decision, but of the scraps of virtue. There is something to be said in the eyes of the spirits and the animals. There is a naked, vibrating truth in the essence of each phase of day, from dark to light and back again, in the cold undulations of the bare tree underneath the star blasted sky. Underneath the very insecure surface of the human world must lie a network of dreams, connections, unreal fantasies that tie us all together in one intrinsic motion of life. It is a barren idea that we are all here to stare into each others eyes, looking deeply for something that is not there and is nothing more than a reflection of our own ideas about what we wish to find there. When the shadows collide, the uncertainty If people are to exist with each other, indepedent of strife, bigotry, and fear, if we are to survive in any worthy form, we must hold close what is essential to the existence of the human mind-- ..
.. perfection is an unreal fantasy, wrought with the struggle of holding down the beauty in the windstorm. Anything is worthless enough to be swept away into the distance, into the vortex of the human mind where love dies with hate.


i saw you slip out into the night so quiet from behind the wall, the final time I'd see your fragility in the moonlight, it's like you never were here all that time. You slipped out, saw the wall, took off into space to look down on us, like you've always done.
Ignore the shadows. You exist and are beautiful. The essence of your potential to be just, moral, and virtuous is not locked in some unforgivable prison, but is wrapped around your body like the holy cloak, we're dreaming on crimson fields of ice. Break into your mind, dream and expand the future, live in a way that brings peace and good to yourself and all those whom you affect. Look into the direction of the light, not down at your own shadow which is a false product of the light. Everything is above, everything, everybody, anybody is ready to show you the world...if you'll let them. Don't fear the mirror, don't run from the reflections on the water when the darkness is moving in above you. Feel the wind coming down on you, something is bound to change here because in this world, light prevails, good will always triumph over what is evil and destructive. The natural force of balance will prevail in all things, beautiful or dark, which are preoccupied by the laws of the universe. Glance into the mirror, look into my eyes-- life is awake.