On Vision
Vision comes from the bones.
It’s that look that sees past the face of our heart.
The eye pierces into a beyond into an imagination.
An invitation beyond meaning.
An invitation beyond seeing,
our shapes transact, encompassing being.
Being inside, is to be, to survive.
But being is a ride,
between the roller
and a coaster.
It allows you to choose.
It allows you to move.
It is freedom without a cost.
Liberation.
Fermentation.
Exploration…of thought…of sound…of meaning.
A heart throbs, beating nearest to the cage within it.
Except, we accept that we write our own death.
A sentence is penance.
A promise is for getting but it is not for gotten.
For our knots know not how we got them.
Tangle.
Crinkle.
Dangle.
A stranger peers into seers eyes.
Tonight, star twinkles in mirrored skies.
Our mind is but an infinite reflection.
The cosmos within, are nothing but projections.
Except we are the projector:
Screen is life; living and taking a breath.
Now is the only moment you can conquest.