no one said life will be hard. none said easy. u make it what it will be. i say life's but a camouflage. u sought the tree & found its seed

if you know not, say you know not. if you ask for, many shall come forth. we live in a disciplined universe. ask & ye receive.

DJANGO'S TATTOO

before riding wings, i touched dreams of you. before ever seeing the vast wings of legends who guard sky's gates, it was always you..an image of you.

it was like a tattoo: green and sunshine new. more actually, like a mirage: once there & never there, all at once; this was a pale of rain behind the gates of hell. only a drop or two for uncountables left in hell to brew.

innumerable indeed, you'll find, were the drops, but un-quenchable was the thirst that pain itself knew. oh yes, it grew; the pain grew..as i held an image only of you. an image not even of you, but a simple tattoo.

just as the uncountable having remembered thirst, know now of hunger and how it grows from the belly to the chest, it's become a holy pandemonium. a drop of water for once, in a burning desert and ambitions are reborn. hell's fury hath no hearth like ambition reborn inside my chest. one drop in a burning desert holds an ocean view for me, it's truth.

a silhouette of you traced into skin on my back...a silhouette i can view only as light hits a mirror. what then must i do, but ride wings unto wings, from sky to greater skies. i must flee earth for the sun. beneath its unshaken love for our world, and its scorching fury this is what i'll do: i'll put forth my back and watch as the silhouette of you is transposed and transmitted; reflected and returned back onto the grounds of that one planet earth.  

as the sun sets, it will feature your face for the world to get an open view. i know i have found you, for the world wants you too. and not only you, but the source of the view: not the sun but the tattoo.

as i cried to be reborn, i found an ocean within my many tears. hell hath no fury like lovers lost. you must have known i'll always find you.

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A SIXTH SENSE

the ideal vision: full & complete, mirroring what we call the spiral. 

it covers breadth and it too, depth. to look always, in three ways: within & without & around; taking no leaps, it's complete. 

just imagine. only a few learn to master this sense.

a perceptive void filled by an observer of things; bearer of tunnel vision with 360 degree precision. 

just imagine, as only a few have learned to master this sense. 

perhaps the sixth sense becomes consciousness with such a vision. this quiet awareness in every moment & an awakening to its subtle directions; a vision in awe of such consciousness, a humbling experience. 

some see in circles-understanding with a 360 precision-yet holding loosely, the details that unearth depths. others see depths as far as the cylindrical telescope goes-an understanding, born of tunnel vision-yet, insisting in resisting still, breadth to be realized in looking both ways.

different perspectives will take us around and introspection will take us in. it's a map & key. 

observation spirals and it's deeper than life itself; 6 feet under, maybe farther.

life is not only about gratitude to God, but also, compassion toward man.

INTUITION OR FEAR?

Self-aggrandizement- I suffer from this always.
We hurry sometimes in forming ideologies. Not realizing that the impetus of an ideology knows not haste but constant exposure & re-exposure; eventual crystallization, and occasional, time tested distillation. Of the cycles of life, this is one.
Consider what pay offs could be, if we learned, over time to prolong—perhaps even postpone—our opinion formation. If sleep be the cousin of death, the maternal blood line of war is ill-informed, advertised, demonstrated opinion. Are we really that entitled?
We imagine ourselves so important in the grand scheme of things, but to conceive of reality and its duality.. a mere task, far beyond our capacities. How crucial does your existence become when you wonder about the numbers operating in the galaxies? How much imagining can your imagination withstand? Fathom a single existence & its relative importance as you recall these words of destiny spoken through man: that some die so others may live.  We are inhabitants of an infinitely infinite universe, with laws abounding through time: from that of synthesis to fractals within nature. We observe but hurry to formulate Laws from Laws until we're left having Laws with no cause! We are in a haste, with little progress and much delay! It's at your door and at mine with each passing day- many religions yet much dismay!     
As plenty have regrets when they come close to death, to what end, then, do we hurry in haste, as laws from laws with no just cause?
Many cycles of life and this is one. Plentiful pinnacles for love yet fear is reborn. We must understand when our egos are operating intuition and when they but only disguise fear as intuitive precision. Let's begin to watch ourselves while we watch our television to see what seeds of uneven ideologies have been planted within you and I. When fear creates a forest of weeds, we are sometimes left much too blind to see what we have fostered indeed.
As you disregard Her opinion, ask yourself just a moment: was that intuition or fear? Wisdom or haste?