Let the tempest rage

Artwork is all my own. The writing is too...

When you can’t go on just sit and be for a while, but it if all gets too much and you’ve got to go to the crashing ocean to spit in the eye of the storm as it rages around you and you can find no-one to relate to, then run, through the night of your darkness to where the breakers pound, and smash down with them. Let the tempest rage until it’s all over and you wash up on the shore battered but clean; you will go home then; there never was anywhere else to go anyway. st

Dear grass stick hopper insect, between love and death there are many stones but truth does transcend the pain as breath comes in large gusts and the appointment’s only a pavement away; take the scars to prove who you are and remember to walk on the grass if it makes you feel any better and then some between the sheets; don’t fill the way too full of emptiness, for when you lie down it makes it no easier to get back on the journey with a face full of stone; and if you could ask would you ask why has the pain so huge fallen out of the sky this way.

Quantum theory aside for a moment; when you come across the kundalini borderline as you will do sooner or later, don’t be afraid, it’s just another singularity plural around a big seeming fire that you will have to dive into to progress on the road of knowledge.

The time is nearing when no other mechanism but the enlightened human being will be enough to advance in the mysteries and to enlighten others, and in this way, when the student calls the master will answer.

The unofficial king of China carrying his bag of coal could not make head nor tail of anything as of late, but being six feet under would cause that and there was really nothing he could do about it anymore anyway.

And now we shall talk about cricket although quite why I cannot fathom so early in the morning.

How can I say in words this, that inner flight, that caress upon my soul, the light freedom of love

I didn’t go horse riding today; neither did I get as far as the mountains. I didn’t ride back on a good horse that let me talk all the way without saying a thing. As we didn’t say our goodbyes we didn’t smile and it wasn’t the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Explanations abound and could fill the milky way with their theories but a theory is a theory is a theory and has its basis in what if and then calculate up to prove it in some way until the next theory comes along to either disprove it or show the next stepping stone.

A still mind has no energy of cause and so no effect is generated, whereas a muddied mind makes causes left right and centre and consequently the effects can be measured and even seen by the naked eye.

Images from me although one of two images might be on my pixabay site: https://pixabay.com/users/terimakasih0-624267/