adipocere
putrid stench of what we really are as the grave act decomposing as the trash and all filth finds its exit from the corpse left there where the person was once active oddity within the scope of this social complexity, an anxiety to know where we go once death has met us and we are leaving as though boarding the train that requires our company to be upon it before this sequence determines a departure, and even as we boldly go trekking on into emptiest depth of the universe whether we realize this fact or not as a being of signal or frequency might flow on through open space in waves of motion as a conscious continuous light… flying on through dimensions without a form constraining this complicated atmosphere into a dense complicity and collaboration among all the forces at work Here as the secret understanding filters in subtly throughout this system, all as particles that contribute to being the unique cohesive entity requiring some owned sense of value inherent to an individual donation of a piece of the whole story in one person’s embodiment reinforcing the capability and confidence that humans have a gift for, and as even though there are those who would enjoy nothing more than taut pulling on the mess much further apart to fillip the dirty jobs with their own fingers in the pie-eyed dream digging into the romantic prohibition while indulging in splendor that is not nor ever was theirs to begin with… a convulsion as much a convolution jerks upright a sense of moral ethic that tries driving the snakes out of any arguments moving one to identify the antithesis with a glare in the eye suspicious of cheating lies disguise made mortal, holding on to what one utterly redeems as righteous claim as theirs against the aegis of some one better judgment clutching this most personal thesis like a child grapples with a prize inside the mind’s eye making personal choices to build a distracting dramatic vortex further more involving, and as this back-and-forth communication soon becomes distracted by trying to assert who is the more right than in actuality the focus should be upon contributing all together to make something truly wonderful without detracting from its positive beauty in the grander scale of reality as we breathe and know it coming to conclusive ends that hopefully justify the means used Here…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on August 10th, 2014 in a for Anagogy..., blogging, m for Manque.., my art & dreams, subdued wisdom, w for Wasm..., world at large. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.