Dream dream dream on.
My spirituality allows me certain world views, new ideologies to replace my old views, where’s the gain? It’s just a new stack of opinions.
Unstack those ideas one by one.
I have myself a lot of unstacking to do too.
The more I unstack my expectations, the more freedom I allow myself to have, in whom I’m talking to, commune with, have a little sunny contact with, who I allow to get close to my heart.
Why not let everybody close to my heart that my feet happen to walk by?
I have met SUN’s in bums, Moons in vendors and street artists.
Some had near death experiences, and they just blew me away, by their direct honesty, not by hiding the bad from my puffed up smokey eyes.
So much so, that I value honesty more, to break up those packages I have created in me, those separations, those different moods. I wanna swing by in this internal jungle tasting all the internal fruits that constitute my personal universe.
I wanna trip with angels, and condescend with the demons.
Am I then condescending to myself, to ‘you’, where’s the finger pointing at, when I have become my own demon? When I am demonic in all honesty, Or does the demon only entice with lies?
This fragile button up world of buttons to be pushed, and fountains to be revived.What kind of revival do we need to finally free us, then, when, somehow, somewhere in the nowhere?
Or is it all just lies and deceit that there is an enemy?Wade in deep with my clarity of words, you shall not be lost, I only have shallow pools on offer today, for 1 Dollar will I take you trough. But theoretically, if it’s going to cost you 1000 dollars, is then not the true value of freedom honored? Or is even 1k not enough to value the freedom of my sleeping pills? Lose yourself completely in my mazes and tunnels, till you dig the earths crust, the lava will spew you out onto earths surface reborn, you little nobody. When will you pour some water in holes that should be empty?
Should or shouldn’t? Where’s the limit to my audacity, me in the city suburbs?