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on Tuesday, March 28 @ 12:55:43 UTC
starman writes:: " From the day into the night,
go forth dark back to the light.
Cycles of shade merge seamlessly then fade.
Wheels within wheels turning in synchronisation.
In perfect rhythm.
The rhyme of creation.
Portrayal of space-time's universal depiction.
Restricted only by mankind's perception.
Time-pieces allow us only to organise.
Distracting from meaning, whilst ignoring the skies.
Limiting our sense of who we are.
Linear beings with connections afar.
Mislaid our purpose in the process therein.
Caught in a concept, unsure how to begin.
Controlled by limitations of the mind.
Sight inflicted, so our eyes become blind.
Importances of self are being ignored.
Locked away under unsure, then stored.
Mystical irony of galactic proportion.
Blocking extra sensory absorbtion.
Dismantle obstructions built-up by convention.
Our true selves unexplored due to restriction.
Don't depend upon what is not our's.
We can not govern uncontrollable powers.
Our environment is three-dimensional.
Everything outside this's incomprehensible.
Filing such occurances away as supernatural.
Truth of it is, their presence is factual.
Imagination allows us to glimpse the unknown,
then drifts into fear, and we're left all alone.
Scared of knowing what awaits mankind.
Inhibiting contact with what we will find.
A continuum with no end -
Infinity we still don't fully comprehend.
An ever spiralling circle of notion,
caught inside a whirlwind of motion.
Believing only in what we believe.
Locked in a bubble our mind does conceive.
Conformity to fact or truth?
Actuality with no proof.
Our lack of hearing, our unheard voices,
our loss of foresight through mankind's choices.
Disintegration in visual reception.
Blackness upon, contriving deception.
Archaic connection with the night sky.
Ancient wisdom we choose to deny.
Content with thinking we are the peak of intelligence.
Missing the hindsight to trigger remembrance.
Passage of time: Blurred with confusion.
Left with no options, but the ones we choose from.
Allowing sureties of our deaths to dictate,
to our reason of being - our dying state?
Subject to the laws of our plain of existence.
Stuck in a vortex with no counter resistance.
In freefall, down toward an uncertain conclusion.
Our essence held in a state of illusion.
Unable to break the cycle we're caught in.
Helplessly consuming ourselves from within.
Radical shift needed in comprehension.
Spiritual wealth, no more in suspension.
Human kind's balancing of knowledge and survival.
An instinctual reprogramming technique - a revival.
Enabling rebirth, where we are free.
Lighting the way for our cosmic journey.
Dormant senses waken, and start processing.
Reassured by instinct's inherent caressing.
Downloaded abilities simultaneously installed.
Our spirits will soar, where once they crawled.
Man's egotistical ways will be gone.
Allowing passage to where we came from.
Respect for all instead of intoleration.
Arrival destination - Origination. "
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