Thoughts that were colours
all but patterns in the unconscious
Stillness, within that flows
is all that calls for us
It may be different than it seems to appear or it might be what it is. Life is strange, millions of faces, millions of voices. The bridges we build, the stones we lay down, the mountains we create, deserts we walk through and oceans we swim across. All composed of star-dusts and yet somehow….
Time goes on, as it always has, as it always will…the story of what could have been, the tales of what was and the pictures of what will be. Human mind is brilliant, an incredible work of art on itself. Regardless, few things are not seen or heard. And that is where it all begins. The dawn of what is, creating a reality, creating an illusion….
The sound of a gentle breeze, wind or even a storm
The sound of dancing leaves while still holding on
All the birds chirping and tweeting as the water flows by
Waves they create, darkness and under the glowing sun
Source: Life as a Detached Observer