To all of you with love

My way in the universe i am searching..roads seem to me not to end anywhere.

I change forms..i pass ages. The day my palms on the earth to listen observing the energy pulse. One the night hands outreched to the unknown and the esoteric..to beg or to reach somewhere!

Soul rebel. Amazon Heart and a mind-worked in the hands of others.

Mind! Brain! How complex tool really! "Error'' shows me whenever the will of the unadulterated truth takes my reins. And what strange looks! In those errors i find familiar tracks. And i can not endure to ignore them. I experience till their last drop. I sware to the faith of my soul..i don't regret a little as much as i pay. Their currency is expensive. But the blood bank of the heart seems inexhaustible. Proactive and generous my gods!

My gods..The defectors of my life.

They have right. I don't doubt this to them. The dishonest i blame. The fairytale we are ubiquitous. Now and then matches to me better.

But i understand. Better off. I do not want judges for my weakness. I have rights too. I don't want punishments and awards. I can do myself.

The soul labored a lot to undestand..but something remembered. I leave them free..cause i don't want to be anyones slave. Less water of oblivion will be dripped in my lips the next time. Ignorance will not make me kneel in front of their invisible. I can endure fear, i learnt to win him..ignorance is what makes me dwindling and quivers my clarity of mind.

Butnothing makes me kneel at all. It boosts my dream..and i dream.

I dream...
I dream life...for the life...
I dream the worlds..for the worlds...
I dream the possiblities..the visible and the invisible..the forgotten..the lost..everything that existed and we scared them..the sacrosanct..the trackless..everything that has not been said, discover and everything the future holds and will come.

I have the courage to dream of what some couldn't find place in their world to locate,
to talk about what faded over time, not by disuse but because fear exiled them and some wise man told them redicolous stories. But when they talk about them they deal with atrocity, and not like a joke!

Something they will know! ;)

And i continue dreaming and talking about what others laughed at, call imagination and dangerous seduces. Lies call them and support their own and sole truth. But humans made that true too. People...infants of a huge unknown world.

Truth....truth....truth....truth
True ... true ... true ... true ...
The truth is one ... yes I've heard ... I know ...
The truth is ... but one is too inexperienced.It has many ways .. ways .. forms ..
The truth never ends. It has no limits in size ... ... not having a statute and shares ... not owners.

The truth does not fit in any language because no human mind is able to concive.

Souls hear can hear it..touch it..feel it..like they remember something..
But the language of the soul has no grammatik or alphabet to form words and show reveal what the mind can not explain with logic.

And how to talk? In what language to express those feelings and listen to your heart? With words incoherently,seems truth and mumble of a madman who is raving in the chaos of this mind.

Who saw all the colours?
Who counted all the stars?
In the universe who was able to see the limits?
Who geometry chaos?
Who knew the Creator?
Who discovered the equation that shapes their lives?
Who discovered all the laws which hold the world?
Who could guess the acts of nature?
Who could put in his mind all the memories of ages..who recorded them?
Who could delineate the great mind that imagined and created everything around us..there where we swim and are a tiny part of it?
Who knows the first time and who can assume the last?
Who was always present in what happened in the history of creation?
Who can see all the forces that hold and recreate shapes..that compose and create materials to reveal the idea that is hidden inside of them..which flows in every visible and invisible?
Who has discovered this everything-element that has inside it all the seeds of the whole world?
Who knows this plan what existed before the creation? This first idea that shared roles and properties to form visible life?
Who can see behind the image of all those phenomena that exist in an infinite universe?
Who can explain the planned intelligence of a seed ... a tiny little seed, hiding inside of a tree ... a flower?
Who can speak for the matrix that souls are made ... to map their way ... to identify the substance?
Who is this that can accurately tell whare is the world standing, when he doesn't know the "whole"?
Who can photograph the invisible ... faith ... love ... all feelings produced by the human body ... the senses;
Who is the person who can see and hold the wisdom of all the world in his tiny brain?
Who is he can find out ...understand ... regroup the Law and the Law of the Universe?
Who is the person that can admit that knows all the thruth and define what is right from wrong?
Who is he that can with certainty say what is and what is not?
Who can we tell what is true and what is a lie ... what are children's fairy tale and what really ... what is fantasy and what is memory and whispering from soul?


None..none!!

An endless equation true ...
Inexperienced numbers ... like an endless indestructible silver cord wraps endlessly an infinite universe ... a universe self-recreated tirelessly continues to mutate and evolve ...

Each of us, a piece separate from the endless puzzle of truth.
Let everyone sing the truth that exists within and his faith testifies, the hidden thoughts and secret dreams that keep shy inside him trying to exile the panic of the madman. No one knows how the gods work, the plan of the Great Mind. But it can recognize his position and his role in this wonderful project, listening and following the jog of his soul ...
And if seems to you strange or unsuited it is because from where we are to the point and the other to suit our own with own and understand, some missing pieces that are scattered somewhere and if found and put in proper order, everything is clean and nothing shows absurd and incomprehensible.

Because nothing is coincidence ... nothing is uninvited ... nothing was left in the world with no purpose whatsoever ... nothing was created in error ... nothing is illegitimate without a destination.

Everything ... but everything ... is wisely positioned.
All work for a common purpose.
All are ... because they have reason to exist.Even what seems useless..it maybe the reason of the most beautiful. The soil can be your dirty clothes. But if drip the water it will fill your hands flowers.
And I dream ... i dream ... the most beautiful in the world ... painfully forgiving ... and perhaps they forgive theirselfs and birth the finest of those who are sleeping inside of them.
And I ... dream ... and dream truths that seem lies...

And I dream ... and i dream of opening my limits ...
And I dream ... and i dream discovering that the dream takes sperm from what only is true.

Dedicated to all of you who has to reveal something in your souls.

Happy yule!