From where we left the last right time

contd. from

Completeness was far from over. The cycle kept on going. The tide kept on turning, and her life kept on throbbing. The beating of the heart got faster as the events of awakening unfolded in time. Her eyes opened and she jerked up straight, her spine towards the sky.

Lucy found herself on a large rock floating in the sea. There was a full moon in the sky. The waves crashed on the rock with an unexpected gentleness. There was a breeze in the air. Her hair shone against the silvery blue light of that night. Sound had a rejuvenating quality here.

Mood had a special flavor.

Am I dead?
Am I born?
Am I dreaming?
Is this real?
Who am I?
What place is this?
What year, date, day of the week is it?

Complete amnesia on an inhospitable rock in the middle of the ocean under a dreamy sky. What a situation!!

Some soft music started playing before she became aware of a certain change in her scene. There was a subtle rhythm that seemed to be getting louder by the second and yet far far away before its crescendo.The sound, that was the only thing that seemed to indicate change in this changeless painting of a situation.

The music kept getting louder but too gradually to take notice.

Maybe its my imagination.

Imagination.

She thought for a second. Quietly in that breeze she thought for a second.
As the wind brushed against the midnight moon, Lucy imagined the most beautiful sunrise. It was raining lightly as the sun came out and a rainbow curved in the golden sky. She picked up some fresh fruit off the grass and walked into the log-cabin by the edge of the valley.

In the far distance there was mild lightening.
A delicate thunder vibrated in the wooden walls.

The music kept playing. The time kept flowing. Completeness was far from over.

Lucy kept imagining..

*M*A*T*R*I*X*

Sudden snow
you know
it should be
time for the cold to come in
Summers here
you know
fear's end's here
its time to make a new turn
On the way back
nothing is the same
things have rearranged
when you left them again
On the return
you'll see your old friend
waiting in your direction
to make his own U-turn
Sudden rain
you know
how the seasons change again
you wait in the sunset
and sip on a happy cup of pain
Content to have fought
the fight and now remain
in peace forever
you know
when its sunshine again.

Brick walls in a fantasy

There were stars in the sky and brick walls in the fantastic story that I am about to tell you.
As I stared in that direction I immediately realized that this was truly fascinating.
I was a bit surprised that I was actually surprised about it.
The noise from the other side seemed to get more melodic with every passing hour.
If not for those small cars speeding under the bridge, you could even hear the ants scurrying around your ears.
Her eyes felt dry. The water from the rain oozed through her red hair and slipped by her red lips.
The evening got pleasant. A storm was leaving that fresh smell of wind in the air.
The devils got 90000 women he just need 1 more.
Just the kind of woman who is bound to go.



So there it is. Well some of the middle part can be picked from the hints in this picture. If nothing works in making sense, then just imagine how it must be to see it finally - you know, that view behind the brick wall. That surprising music besides the sound of the ants scurrying around her dry eyes.

Bill could have stayed longer, but the spiders were waiting.

turn out

the fight between black and white

is within you, behind your sight
sometimes you stare in the evening sky
and cross the road when the lights white

about 10 million times
your mind works around
things, thoughts and signs
uplifting brightened up sounds

believe me its true
do you notice how this has changed?
the knots and threads have gotten
much entangled again?

But now a beauty is resolved
something satisfying has been achieved
a fearless vision of the future
is bravely facing my race again

and as for me -
I've learned a thing or two
about letting go
this assumption that I know

its only about understanding
and enjoying this show

Welcome
welcome to the machine!

In - dependence: Free - dom

Isn’t freedom an experience, and aren’t all experiences "experienced" by our mind?

So is our mind free? Really free?

Is freedom only the absence of a ruler in person?
What about rulers that aren’t personified?
We are all fighting for that freedom, some may have given up knowingly, and some may have never been aware of the slavery, but this human condition that we so romantically refer to as "life" and this process of living in the present moment is a constant fight -

- or constant slavery depending on your view.

Do you sleep well? Are you free to express yourself? Are you constantly chasing a future, always mesmerized by images, glitter, power, greed?
Are you afraid to lose what is truly yours?

Well, do you really know what is TRULY yours -
- you know, the stuff that CANNOT be taken away from you? The stuff that is REALLY you?

Is happiness merely material to you, or do you seek something higher?

Now, again, really, what IS freedom?
Are you free?

Fight for your mind!!!