7/31/2015

Perhaps we are all Icarus when it comes to love.
Each time, we think we know how close we can get to the radiance,
but each time the luminosity changes.
Solar flares, radiations rain,
and as our wings burn,
All we feel is pain.

The Clitoris is an Anarchist.

Mystery

 Never forget the ever-blossoming potentiality for mystery.
Sometimes I wonder if there are more openings and opportunities to meet the mystery, but we miss them because we have woven and wrapped ourselves in numerous layers of protection and pattern.

What do I mean by mystery?

I mean an event where you are met with something that can not be explained by the current level of our species' understanding. It helps if someone else has observed the same object or event, to be able to compare the empirical and phenomenological data.
Can you bare the terror and pain of being fully open? Can you meet the mystery?
I'll meet you there.

Wisdom-

 Wisdom is simply non-verbal understanding.
The most skilled swordsman will always lose to the most wise.
For the skilled swordsman relies on techniques and memory,
while the wise simply perceives and acts accordingly.

Submerged

 It feels like water in the lungs, but I still dont drown.