That Look in your eyes,

what does that look say
I am their with you
but I’m a million miles away

and both of us we know the truth
of where love lies in time
so prescient how

now we’re both slipping
back and forth
beyond, behind, between the lines

where chance casts fatal, glancing, lies
to keep his circle
hyp-no-tized and I just dance

and then just at the end
the way he looks
as he begins to cry

I’ll keep that image
in my mind; a fond farewell,
that smile at
bam, blam, good-bye.

 

come and get me

I am the center of many centers
I am like snow melting into air
I am full of emptiness
I am the sky which is full even in daylight
I am a flame that is hot when touching it, only
At my true center lies the intersection of fate and choice
At my true center lies the entirety of my being
At my true center lies decision, action
No where is my true center
My true center is a singularity
My true center is an open space that runs between myself and my self

Inc.test

the world is a revolving door in a very large wall
part of a building,
it is not important what type of a building it is
only that you know it is
it swings round and we leave a trail of footsteps
as many revolutions as the door turns during our lifetime
but while it spins we percieve only the center
as if we were ourselves the center and the door were turning around us
we cannot see out either way; the sky is obscured by daylight the earth is obscured by shadow
and the line, the wall does never move
seeming always very thin
like a vertical cross.
It is that plain we tread
and it is time as we see it from the revolving door of perception
through the center of our minds it extends up and out and we anticipate this
forgetting that it is behind us
forgetting that it is below us
forgetting that it runs everywhere through us
,and we believe that appearance and feeling are finite, measurable
and though we know that we feel ourselves to be standing still
still we believe that we are moving forward,
for we as species could not bear to move backwards
believing that we have seen what lies behind and held it in our hands
or between
but we ourselves lie between the boundaries of this plain
unable to see its borders
for they lie behind us and ahead aswell
and we will feel death’s absence
as the line disappears from our view,
having passed through us in its entirety.
we may later come upon another wall
the same but for a single brick
and pass through it, walking the exact same path but for one single step
and believing that wall too to be as thin and as wide as our horizon
this we will experience many times
and many times we will ask ourselves if to experience is to live
and many times we will reach for one conclusion without finding that our evolution lies within ourselves