Tesla

 

The history of the world is nothing more than why others do not succeed in this reality, and it is documented in such way that corresponds only to a selective equality.  A simple mind who desires to do what’s right, the right way, and at the right time, is often fated to a destiny full of notoriety, far from a legacy.

Since most humans would agree upon putting down species that are ostensibly dangerous, unpleasant or wild, and continue to breed the specimens that are cuter, useful, and docile; is it possible that a man who is certain he cannot receive forgiveness from his victims, shall seek it from another thrust; and that a soul starts to love animals more, the day he ceases to value his own kind?

When asked, an elder’s finest accomplishment may be explaining all the bad choices a youngster is making in the moment as inexperience; yet after simplifying his lifelong knowledge, which in truth, cannot be told within few words; his hardest deed remains it to be seen as an act of love by the everlasting love.


Everlasting Love

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Sun Crying

 

Theoretically, movement is a dance about the etymology of silence at its best; yet excess humility will cause a reaction against nature, since every heart is born with the knowledge of healing itself from inside out when caught on fire.

If a non-conformist could illuminate water droplets above earth, paint wings outside its lines, and form a shadowless reflection of the daystar; the sunlight may devote greater care to the sweet rhythm that complements within.

Alas, the grass isn’t always greener on the other side to he who sees the colors of the wind, hears the sounds of silence, smells the sweets, and is touched by an angel, as the sunniest journey doesn’t bring all happiness.


We Are Free Now

Apples to Oranges

 

Every curious man dreams of a mentor who can explain things the way he can comprehend. Yet when he finds him, he realizes that the guru is interested in teaching him what he does not want to learn: A living can only be dead till it realizes it, and a portal that can power itself, will take that wayfarer wherever it goes, but will also keep its size. The destination would feel too big or too small as a reality, unless its course stays in the same frequency.

Withal the timely knowledge which makes humanity omniscient about nothing; we are now more certain than our predecessors that comparing apples to oranges is unfruitful, and the pursuit of happiness within may be the noblest journey for humanity as the gargantuous knowledge of eternity can only be fruitful to a generation which is born from an ego already at peace with its alter ego.

Since the loved ones getting hurt by its truth is our worst fear, and evil comes naturally to any soul who cannot get used to rising by uplifting others when walking in darkness; the most truthful person would have to believe that love is the force which makes happy without understanding, and that he cannot trust he who assumes sorrow behind a smile, anger within love, and reason in silence.

Perhaps to make time stand still, a true artist would have to be first anachronistic, then confess to follow no one, and lead nowhere. Like a magician who believes that no other casts a spell better than he does; he should demonstrate both decadence and indulgence simultaneously in the precious moment, which may be his only chance of capturing a shadow of the divine perfection.


Circassian Dance

 

The Most Essential

 

Since no soul can see himself like the others do as long as the essential is invisible to its own eye; a passionate story about finding anew the love already fallen in love with, sounds delicious when told by the gods’ eyes and a woman’s heart.

It soon becomes the vain truth once its deed is done by he who walks amongst us yet not one of us, and inconveniently, following that single purpose shallows his heart.  Lost, he no longer believes in his own knowledge but who a soul is ever not.

Life presents itself elusive, for he has no problem following orders where hope is confessed as its miracle.  Realizing how many wrongs he has to do to make it right; he seizes the moment which moves beautifully along, whether in the eye of a beholder or not.


Snow Maiden

Ignorance

 

While the fortunate knows how to choose when to feel and when to think; the insecure believes in things that are poorly written and randomly enforced to help his livelihood.

Moreover, the love of a man who cannot get used to being as gentle as the woman who he fell in love with; hurts itself in good time since its conscience is limited in his reality.

Only a docile heart which can bend is able to pick up the love that once existed for someone else; and keep its passion alive at all cost with an undeniable truth in every reality.

So, a sane mind who wants to better himself shall reckon that the journey of knowledge leads to ignorance where nothing worth knowing can be learned absent making mistakes.


Ulay

Indulgence

 

Darkness works at its best when experienced from a distance, like the stars that are seemingly shining brighter at night afar; and a mind must fill out its sentient blanks with the quality of love to fulfill a heart and soul who has been running from himself.

Essentially, a true artist is a child who simply could not see the same place in time differently; and his lovesick view which stays unaging at heart, makes no leader for a fickle world of common hatred, unless they agree upon changing for the better.

Once they are part of a forever wandering singularity whose clear image is as it wishes to seem with a heart lighter than a feather; forgiveness shall become the only constant as a moral reform, and the indulgence a living should ever need.


12 String Blues

Insanity-Art

 

Insanity surely feels like a mind would, who could never fall in love because he had another choice.  Furthermore, his heart desiring to act free like the wind, should have to first survive the eye of a perfect storm, and then tell its story apart:  Any find whose promise a soul (who believes that miracles are the only act of God) adored before ever meeting, creates a destiny at peace with certainty, where every wrong becomes right.  And like love, while it is born modern, turns contemporary, and yet matures as classical.

The secret to life besides its self-healing evolution, is seemingly understanding the new heights that which curiosity leads talent towards (the manifestation when one must teach others).  Alas, the mortals who misinterpret the meaning of:  Perfection exists only when an artist (who is imperfect at heart and soul) comes upon a masterpiece true to its grandeur in the moment (wherein the greater good cares not for a currency, but its use for the better); continue to invest in a vulgar competition for its ownership.


Grebes