Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Dark Days Bright Tunnel ... "what countdown ?" ... day ten ... hand's entry ...

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digging in ... getting dirty ... the stains of our journys ... the human filters of conditioning ... interaction ... metamorphosis ... the mirror was shattered a long time ago ... but what is luck except just that ... no retronym needed ... good can be bad ... bad can be good ... at least we were given a hard hat to cover up that soft spot until we hardened into an external chrysalis that no longer is affected by the external world ... to stay soft ... to stay porous ... why not? ... dig in ! ... the unconscious dance of the catastrophe caterpillar cataloged by the gods ... casted as silhouettes on the wall of the caves ... where did you go ? what have you built ? do you create with destruction or destroy with creation ? when you come back to the cave from the exploration of the fire will you tell us the stories of your journeys and what you have constructed ? stepping out of the tunnel we dance in the darkness and celebrate the infinite ! ... until u get the hitch-hiker's bug to travel ... then run toward the light at the beginend of the tunnel ... notice when you fell into this portal ... the world became your play ground ... what mask are you wearing ? what could you cure ?


we have no choice but to build ...







hanmas maykures





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