I have been always fascinated by textures once marbled the soft connectedness with the
material world and the spiritual world. The all mighty universal powers that binds us; by a everlasting motive God. DEFINITION > God; the greater good, almighty, alpha and omega,beginning or end, evil and goodness, all,allah, the sun, jesus, believe, faith, greater good.
There we are again, we are who we are, we perceive and misunderstand what we are, but at the end of the day, we all seek for change among the faces, here is this saying that dwindles deep in the notions when Alan Watts was trying to make our suffering lighter, our difficulties softer, our pose less rigid, it entails different methods to perceive live -we are God playing(plating) hide and seek with itself- it echoes and it makes an everlasting sense fulfilling other methods to experience and understand; its a double sensualisations of our hands, the big M that screams to us like a title we have yet to unplot. The daisies that marvell, The M that designs your mortality. Because we deserve to live forever thru the faces of all gods, all the gods that tremble and dwindles amongst the rocks.
In high fever pulse residing to tomorrow; >my memory indicates that it will be older again, more wise, more full and at peace, >when peace comes, the world mellows and we melt upon each other, like gooey sandy toes that dwindles, we need tomorrow as we need our senses, permit me to be plural again, permit me, to be whole again, permit me to remain cool and loved and happy and reckless, and destroyed, and healed and light and darkness, we are all a piece of our own chiaroscuro. We hold on to our precious little hands and we seek for mercy within prayers of everlasting love. I’ll hold on to that fragile piece of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real.We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there’s an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.
Merci, hereby I want to present to you from beyond of that subconscious place: Guard the Face by Irvin Aguilar.