With large chandeliers,
and silky velvet
the worlds we create,
we fear losing deep down,
the familar smiles,
the city chimes, the rustling cars,
the honking, the gossip,
the loose jokes, familiar smell,
the daily routine, friendly walks,
the parents, the lovers,
We created a world inside our hearts,
a world which seems larger to us than the world we live in,
We cover up the truth with tape of our worlds,
and don't let it go, fearing the unknown feeling,
of living without worlds within,
the more we supress this world within,
the more stronger it bocomes .
the more we allow it to function,
the stronger it becomes to leave it,
but we love extremes and leaving it and overstep,
but the only and only way to crumble this world,
is by true understanding not at the level of thought, but feelings
that nothing, no matter how cruel or beautiful the situation looks,
it fades away, everthing that is something, fades.
only the winds of nature roar strongly,
Nothing is perfectly bad or perfectly good in world,
Sensitivity is boon and a curse,
so is being like a dry tree, boon and a curse,
emotions are boon and curse,
so is intellect, energy,physique,
the trick is to,
hold it when required,
to get swept by it (if situation requires involvement) but knowing its place,
knowing its true nature.
The power a situation or a person holds,
is because you give him that special place,
well take it away, because no matter how special,
a quality a person or a situation may look in good or bad way,
it's never absolute, its never perfect,
this doesn't mean it is nothing!
It is something of importance,
but you need to know its place,
and everything is puny in front of gods of intense roar and silence,
but you can cover the feeling of being in touch with truth,
by denigrating, playing forbidden fruit game, amplifying, or simply hiding away from things,
but when your inner worlds start crumbling by the realization of truth,
than instead of feeling colorless, lifeless, a new world of clarity emerges,
a new kind of freedom, of clarity
the intensity stays or rather grows, the ability stays,
just the leeching and latching to one peculiar situation,feeling,thought,
loosens up, to mirror the reality of things, just as they are, not pushed up highest, or pushed up lowest, but just as they are.
because absolutes are myth, the only absolutes are zero and infinity,
formless and infinite form,
undefined,
that which can not be categorized.
and silky velvet
the worlds we create,
we fear losing deep down,
the familar smiles,
the city chimes, the rustling cars,
the honking, the gossip,
the loose jokes, familiar smell,
the daily routine, friendly walks,
the parents, the lovers,
We created a world inside our hearts,
a world which seems larger to us than the world we live in,
We cover up the truth with tape of our worlds,
and don't let it go, fearing the unknown feeling,
of living without worlds within,
the more we supress this world within,
the more stronger it bocomes .
the more we allow it to function,
the stronger it becomes to leave it,
but we love extremes and leaving it and overstep,
but the only and only way to crumble this world,
is by true understanding not at the level of thought, but feelings
that nothing, no matter how cruel or beautiful the situation looks,
it fades away, everthing that is something, fades.
only the winds of nature roar strongly,
Nothing is perfectly bad or perfectly good in world,
Sensitivity is boon and a curse,
so is being like a dry tree, boon and a curse,
emotions are boon and curse,
so is intellect, energy,physique,
the trick is to,
hold it when required,
to get swept by it (if situation requires involvement) but knowing its place,
knowing its true nature.
The power a situation or a person holds,
is because you give him that special place,
well take it away, because no matter how special,
a quality a person or a situation may look in good or bad way,
it's never absolute, its never perfect,
this doesn't mean it is nothing!
It is something of importance,
but you need to know its place,
and everything is puny in front of gods of intense roar and silence,
but you can cover the feeling of being in touch with truth,
by denigrating, playing forbidden fruit game, amplifying, or simply hiding away from things,
but when your inner worlds start crumbling by the realization of truth,
than instead of feeling colorless, lifeless, a new world of clarity emerges,
a new kind of freedom, of clarity
the intensity stays or rather grows, the ability stays,
just the leeching and latching to one peculiar situation,feeling,thought,
loosens up, to mirror the reality of things, just as they are, not pushed up highest, or pushed up lowest, but just as they are.
because absolutes are myth, the only absolutes are zero and infinity,
formless and infinite form,
undefined,
that which can not be categorized.
