::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Traffic like the roar 11.07.2008

Traffic like the roar

of an automatic ocean,

I close my eyes and dream so far away.

and with a breath

I’m there once more

sun warm on my face.

you call me back to reality

and I Tear my mind away from serenity

all is lost for eternity

you take my hand to lead me away

into the cold darkness which comes

only after that last flickering light which is life

is but out by the icy cold breath of death himself.

I wake, gasping, blinded by sunlight

as I am once more reborn,

given another chance to find the answer.



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