House of mirrors
When I was a kid I remember visiting this scary dark room, with different mirrors, sounds and ideas.
Somehow this place became a part of me, as a part of my memory. A house of screams, room for emotion and fears.
I visit it quite often I travel down there to have a look of how things are within.
It's hard
The house of sins, of strange looks, and ideas.
The house of the madman, the lone man, the strange man, the abolished man, the saint, and the priest, the healer and the crow,
Sometimes in the dark I visited this crazy house of ideas,
I collected some for my own
Entertainment of the dawn
Sleepless til the first light casted away the shadows orelse it was a dawn very strange, very cold, almost never at home, felt so worry and strange in the house of ideas
I decide to leave that house for a while, travel south, a bit more warm, have a look in something that feels more like a home, the house of emotions and dears.
The house of my dears.
The house of my tears.
Wanting to avoid for too long, now it demands its attention, so long, nobody wanted to stay alone in this house of tears. The doors were locked, and dirty full of mud and moisty corners and all these cold hours the only thing I could wish a kind hand to drag me out of the house of my fears
The house of my fears was made from ideas, until the tears came down to wash the insanity of my heart was it clear enough to pretend there was no way out, a beautiful game of the uneven play of my head, still no worries, no more way to present a better way
There was one time, a house of dears
I visited once a while, when I opened the windows the light came in and it felt so good from within, like it was always there, just covered a bit,
now its clear, whenever it feels kind of fear its just a layer above the true nature of dears
one needs to uncover if she wants to escape, if she wants to learn, to transform and inform the god above through her own experiences, just move on, go on, the world is full of those dears.
tune your radio in and connect to this higher house of spheres
They're floating , they're rolling, they transform and evolve, they dance like a synchronised or a-synchronised purpose of existence
Look at your hands once in a while, many answers are there
Look at your heart once in a while all the answers are there
Look at your eyes once in a while the answer is there
For that you need a House of mirrors
You are about to unlock all these patterns and pretentious needs of that constructed reality, escape into the void. Make sense is not your thing.
The house is within and around, and above and below and
every thing you look its a part of your house
If you just look, dont interpret you see a bit more of truth
If you feel than look, then you get a little more closer to the truth
in you feel more often then you are stronger and stronger
within, this house of ideas,
the fractals break and merge and converge and they dance in ecstasy and you are celebrating the bliss.
26.1.2015
Somehow this place became a part of me, as a part of my memory. A house of screams, room for emotion and fears.
I visit it quite often I travel down there to have a look of how things are within.
It's hard
The house of sins, of strange looks, and ideas.
The house of the madman, the lone man, the strange man, the abolished man, the saint, and the priest, the healer and the crow,
Sometimes in the dark I visited this crazy house of ideas,
I collected some for my own
Entertainment of the dawn
Sleepless til the first light casted away the shadows orelse it was a dawn very strange, very cold, almost never at home, felt so worry and strange in the house of ideas
I decide to leave that house for a while, travel south, a bit more warm, have a look in something that feels more like a home, the house of emotions and dears.
The house of my dears.
The house of my tears.
Wanting to avoid for too long, now it demands its attention, so long, nobody wanted to stay alone in this house of tears. The doors were locked, and dirty full of mud and moisty corners and all these cold hours the only thing I could wish a kind hand to drag me out of the house of my fears
The house of my fears was made from ideas, until the tears came down to wash the insanity of my heart was it clear enough to pretend there was no way out, a beautiful game of the uneven play of my head, still no worries, no more way to present a better way
There was one time, a house of dears
I visited once a while, when I opened the windows the light came in and it felt so good from within, like it was always there, just covered a bit,
now its clear, whenever it feels kind of fear its just a layer above the true nature of dears
one needs to uncover if she wants to escape, if she wants to learn, to transform and inform the god above through her own experiences, just move on, go on, the world is full of those dears.
tune your radio in and connect to this higher house of spheres
They're floating , they're rolling, they transform and evolve, they dance like a synchronised or a-synchronised purpose of existence
Look at your hands once in a while, many answers are there
Look at your heart once in a while all the answers are there
Look at your eyes once in a while the answer is there
For that you need a House of mirrors
You are about to unlock all these patterns and pretentious needs of that constructed reality, escape into the void. Make sense is not your thing.
The house is within and around, and above and below and
every thing you look its a part of your house
If you just look, dont interpret you see a bit more of truth
If you feel than look, then you get a little more closer to the truth
in you feel more often then you are stronger and stronger
within, this house of ideas,
the fractals break and merge and converge and they dance in ecstasy and you are celebrating the bliss.
26.1.2015
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