"Good people don't need laws to tell them to act responsibly, while bad people will find way around the laws."
In Libra we was, in Libra we are. In Balance We Trust.
Disappearing for a minute in our Lives , like the Moon, matters the most. In that moment we think we don't exist, but in intercosmic reality, we existed for that minute, fully... How?
We drank all our Knowledge (Experiences) from one cup and spitted it to another- very clean one; clean from Reality we thought we're living in. And, it wasn't even so bitter we thought it would be. Why?
Dark Ages crossing by, before our Eyes, very clearly. Mad World is crying for us and we're crying for It, too. In gloomy passages, we maybe didn't see all the signs, maybe even didn't find right crossroads, but Light gets stronger You can even feel It in the Air. Every acknowledge we made is our Truth we seek for so long. Our Hearts got stronger, You can feel It. What about that feelings? Wasn't that the goal; to make World to feel? And She feels, Gaia... That never was questioned... She creates Life where nothing was, clearly showing Us what we're missing. Little Impulses.
Consuming World got us occupied.
...I could write until the end of Time. How we cry and cry... I just love straight Lines in Chaos. My desk is one also, I draw some here , perfectly simple. Most of the Time, it really is just Yes or No; One or Zero. Is that reality we adore so much; it fills us? I'm not so sure about that. That reality makes me empty. There, I'm Nobody. I'm Zero. "Remember, remember..." and all that stuff... I absorb Energy and transform it on the way out. That is maybe only touch I want to have with that mass-created reality... Because I know what Impulse is capable of; it makes You alive. One blink of an Eye can transform Your perception and it actually can happen even faster we perceive or breathe in. Is that so unimaginable that we are Beings who can live forever, just if we try a little harder? Are You sure You can walk this Line? I'm not. What would You say to someone hanging on the cliff, or on the edge of the building? That everything is going to be OK? Not really... When something dies, something is born. None can stop that. And we still blossom in the Dark and rarely someone is willing to turn on the Light. We walk in Fear and we imitate to survive... We obey in every aspect. We play other's games and we Love it... I understand that I could find some piece of Peace somewhere, but I really already tried... It haunts me... Same patterns, same disorders, just like we are with disorder to see, feel, hear, smell, taste the Air... Or the ground... We're so amused being off our Beloved; being in Center- no matter who gets hurt... And we cry and cry, until the end of Time...
How madly You wanted to scream, so that whole World can hear You? Hear the Truth. Such powerful feelings got us here... To scream. To mute. To feel, finally , Piece of Peace.
What should one artist or writer do when Words fail? Fail in its meaning? Usually, we create something different, which is incapable to talk, but it has so much to say. That's where all Magic happens. In our colors, which paint the World. Between the Lines of obvious, we seek and call our beloved, through the Universe, similar and haunting, willing and also seeking for us. The same. And we never care for acceptance, but it's there. And there's a little Impuls we're haunting and that's haunting us back. Meaning. But, not of the Words itself. In the Silence we meet. And talk. And find Balance. In us and in the outer space, somewhere in between. Where nothing is and everything becomes... Just like the Moon.
Stay positive! Alice.