FAST

Return to yourself …
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People hurry, away from a possibility to meet themselves… Everything seeks attention… The machine is pulling (taking) me home. From work I drive exhausted, listening to the radio and thinking- “We’re all dreaming.” Things are draining energy, that’s the price we pay… Racing and charging through life, until… waking up. A drop in the ocean of divine consciousness. All is one. That’s right.
Life is dynamic, yet, something is missing… Emptiness and endless bottom… Fullness is endless, too, but harder to attain (get to), since it is the first… Where am I coming from? Could I get lost? I know… But, knowing is locked. If I could open my eyes… again.

I’ve just arrived. Tomorrow is a new day. The fridge I am opening late, having a dinner and tired watching the TV. Something interesting, they always come up with… Am I happy? And, Internet, a new cultural entertainment invention, a new shift, a new opportunity if used accordingly (properly)…

It’s all okay, but shallow- a purposeless entertainment. Just to survive this day… Is this a plan for the Men from the stars? And, nothing more, just to eat well and sleep for tomorrow. To wake up recharged and seemingly healthy?

When a man sails through deepness, all the plans disappear. He travels well alone… There is everything, life is worry  and fear… Only the stars send a glow, promise, salvation.

Remembering faded…
I am thinking of a better plan. A city of the sun, at (on) the highest floor… Above the buildings, everything shines, yet, the darkness is in charge down here…
It is hard for me to push my thoughts through this window to the cosmic space. Sensing the divine, a man cries in sorrow, thinking he is further away… The fears are from the Men, the laughter is of divine touch… The space and time, could I bend (move) in order to stay here, since this music of the universe is calling.

A man, unfulfilled man, seeks and buys, lives, works, loves, plays, worries. He is but a half of a man. He knows that and it hurts a lot. Just a dream, or… an unfulfilled dream.

DWay

The Speed of Light

The Speed of Light: Stay There, at the speed of light the World, Happiness and a new fulfillment are coming. This will be a people’s flight. A human is only a small cloud that walks through the Sky and touches the Earth. Look at people, it seems to us that the roles are mixed up, there are even some good scenes in the plays so some human beings can change themselves. Very deep inside of us it still exists something that we skillfully avoid for a long time, a very magic place. Inside of humans there are their beasts looking for freedom to open themselves to the light sea. The whole life gives a mirror to the oceanic face that I hide. When I cannot bear anymore, a scream will fly out. Yes, see what life asks from you, not people, not plans or commercials; wake from a dream into a nearer one. Happy is the one who freed oneself. This is a programmed world. A spider web is where one is a website bringing fresh news with itself except when the content is copied. There are some cultural patterns, as well as simulations, levels, credits and transformations. Metanoia. Get in the game which you belong to, with a character of deeper being because there are opportunities pro. But human beings, slaves and prisoners of themselves, still pamper and polish their chains and shackles until glowing of the cold metal. Magical life needs a word that dissolves, not bring down, going with the speed of light, twinkling. Our thoughts are not insignificant, nor our words or actions, there are effects. The sea is strong, stronger than any wave; to us others are measurements and the sea is already false. Seek the truth. Others cannot help you; get on the boat of Heroes for purposeful sailing. Kiss the sails. Light speed is the best going, you are omnipresent though it looks like you stand still; the waves whisper among them, all raised ones fear of fall. They envy the sea. Well, let them fight.