The Call

Only waking up,
_ we might choose it all.
___.Now, rather pick it up,
_____.when you hear the call.

Unseen Forces

Everyone perceives through learned patterns, coming to experience the world from predetermined, inherited sets of ideas, labels and assumptions. Our very intimate understanding becomes shaped, and imagination invited to establish what is or isn’t possible in our lives.

Reverie

Disguised as expediency,
it’s mainly fear and envy that sustains the fancy.

Around the Fire

Spirit survives the world,
but flesh doesn’t last.
We are inexhaustible fire
and its selfsame sparks.
We are eternal flame,
but just a glint …
Burning out in this dream.

Remember

This life is just a dream,
will be over in a blink of an eye!

The Illusion

Let´s take a trip from galaxies in the universe, to some of the pictures we´ve almost embedded to imagine our world. And we´ll see that in spite of the man-made mirage it is right now, precisely at this point in time, when we finally glimpse the way out off our chains, our way forward.

It just happens that have to be willing to surrender what we had been and what we could become; because the answer is not division but unity, not greed but nobility, not fear but courage, not hatred but love, not conflict but compassion.

Yes, welcome back to you. Because we all really are infinite consciousness, pure potential, just having a human experience.

Glimpse

Tough to say, write or even think,
Because words can’t but diminish what it means.

Matrix

Imagine infinite parallel universes continuously expanding, dumb individual entities creating complex neverending networks. A place where the shadows pretend to be the origin of any light, where they use the knowledge that makes all around to seem, in spite of it, meaningful.

An eternal landscape beeing painted, rounded by machines skilfully engaged to react to our environment, running under a bottom line governance. All designed and assembled to make, what is virtual, more real than real. The man not as architect of his own, but a laboratory pet, trapped in an anti-reality made by neuronal impulses. And, in the roots of the matrix, the slave, unable to recognise himself in any mirror.

Consider now instead that this slave had always been the creator, sleepily unconscient painting the same exact landscape. An apparently equal world, but opposite in essence. This one, ran by our thoughts is where consciousness is key… Could we have been dreaming us, during ages, and be now just about to wake up?