I see.
We have the whole infinity
split by our subjectivity,
which we call reality,
faking the objectivity
and ignoring the duplicity
of thought in its fluidity.
We embrace the rigidity
given by our inability
to reach the full lucidity
to resolve our disability.
We keep our toxicity
and deepen our passivity
by blaming complexity
and lack of flexibility.
So we seek security
for our inner stability,
avoiding any activity
that might reveal its futility.
All of this we call sanity
for the sake of our dignity.
I see.
Same we are and same we'll be.
Pain reminds me what is "we".
Same we hear and same we see.
Pain's the difference between "we".
Same we live and same were born.
Pain's the cause for what we learn.
Same we win and same we lose.
Pain's the target that we choose.
Same we get and same we pay.
Pain's the thanks we use to say.
Same body, same head, same hands.
Pain's what each other understands.
Same thought, same feeling, same mind.
Pain's the reason from inside.
But inside
we find
the same,
same pain !
Allow me to ask you this:
Do you know what thinking is ?
It's thinking !
Search the nature of the thought.
Find to be its own blind spot.
It's thinking !
Beauty, freedom, truth and love.
Thought is all of the above.
It's thinking !
It's declared to be outside.
Then we search for it inside.
It's thinking !
Think of truth and think of logic.
To be true is to be logic.
It's thinking !
To "you" I communicate.
All after is a mistake.
It's thinking !
I can play with words all day.
Doesn't matter what I say.
It's thinking !
It's all thinking !
There is beauty.
There is wonder.
There is whole.
Self... try to look at me !
Tell me... what can you see ?
Watch my actions, watch my play.
Do not fear and run away !
I'm not here to bring you pain,
but to break your problem-chain.
You may think I'm like yourself,
but I'm not. I am No-Self.
There is beauty.
There is wonder.
There is whole.
Self... why so many paradoxes ?
Things don't fit your little boxes ?
You keep breaking things apart
and you think you're very smart.
Every time you look for peace,
it's either gift, or it's police.
Why can't you look into yourself ?
Is it fear of me... No-Self ?
There is beauty.
There is wonder.
There is whole.
Self... how do you think I act ?
From concrete into abstract ?
Or the other way around,
by perceiving common ground.
How can I relate to others ?
Same time mothers, same time brothers.
How do I think of myself ?
Thinking, yes... that is No-Self.
There is beauty.
There is wonder.
There is whole.
I see those who think they know
well enough from what they saw.
I see how they think they got
enough knowledge. Do they not?
I see why they learn no more,
too afraid to change their core.
I see how they start to fade
as the world starts to upgrade.
I see you.
Do they see how all this change
will soon force them to exchange
what they got left, even more,
for the chance to keep the floor
beneath them, same as before,
igniting their inner war,
pushing them into despair
with no hope, nothing, nowhere.
Do you see?
There is still so much to learn
as you grow and start to earn
your own way to join us all,
us, who wait the past to fall,
us, who have a brand new goal
to accomplish and enroll
in the new flow that is now
transforming the what, the how.
By learning.
Dear LOVE,
Though it is late and you are probably lazy
to read my words,
which are probably crazy,
and boring and nasty,
but still...
This world is going crazy day after day,
which makes me wonder
"Why would you stay
in such a foolish way,
blinded by an illusion,
a tiny fusion
between joy and pleasure
and your own belief?"
And then again, with every year,
I hear your name,
your fame
gets celebrated in that special day...
"Why does it need a day?"
I ask full of surprise
hoping that someone
will realize all this nonsense that goes
around our lives
and flows
like a bloody river inside our minds.
Then you may say
"What are you talking about?
Don’t you like the day
when every boy and girl
gather together,
ignoring the weather,
to share their hopes and wishes
and swear to be happy forever?"
But then I shout
"Get out
of my mind, of my memory,
and never come back!"
Of course I lack
both support and confidence
that you will ever give up
and those who believe in LUCK
will ever betray you.
And don’t you dare
to act like you would care
about me,
saying "You are sad
because you are alone,
which makes you mad
and angry
on every boy and girl
that gather together,
ignoring the weather,
to smile forever" !
But your "forever" becomes a "never"
when the cruel time
cuts the link between joy and pleasure,
deleting your precious treasure
for good.
Then you may cry and scream
"Why did this happen?" ,
when the boy will throw you away
for money and fame,
while the girl will build you again,
counting on her belief
for the weakest relief
of your existence.
And so,
where is your purity and power
from every flower
and every kiss
that every boy and girl
were sharing together...
"Was it supposed to last forever?"
is my last question, though it is obvious
that nothing in this world,
no matter how grandiose
it may look,
lasts more than a book...
Read again and again,
at first it is beautiful, but then,
it gets boring.
And so will you, with your foolish games
that every boy and girl
are playing
and saying
"They will always be joyful !" ,
mostly in that day,
that special day of yours...
But it is painful
and you don’t care,
neither do I, as I prefer
to end my letter here,
in fear,
that you might even understand
my secret message within the lines,
hidden in sand
of words and rhymes...
Take care my friend
and care about what you are saying
and doing now
and in the end,
good bye.
Your old friend,
HATRED
I'm lost, like you
I'm too.
Lost without a hint,
without any.
I'm lost in many
thoughts and wishes
and fake beliefs...
There is a way.
Where is the way,
I should follow ?
I'm lost among the ways
everyone says
are right.
Are not !
You're lost,
just like me,
but you don't see
what means to be
lost for good.
But you are lost
in your thoughts
of the cost
of your life...
How sad to be lost
between dots...
nothing but dots.
What is a symbol ?
What does your mind see
while looking at me ?
Does your mind really see me
or me as imagery ?
If your mind sees only me,
for how long will that be,
before transforming the me
into me, imagery ?
What is abstraction ?
Does your mind take all or less
of that which it can address ?
Does your mind always assess
everything it can possess ?
Does your mind avoid the mess,
the complexity, the stress ?
Is your mind stuck in this process ?
What is fragmentation ?
What do you mean to compare
when calling here and calling there ?
What is that which you declare ?
Are two images in pair,
from the memory you bear ?
Does your mind create despair,
confusing the state they share ?
Can you see what mess is there
in the mind that's not aware
of its own imagery ?
