Yesterday came and went with a rainbow.
The real world was there somewhere behind or maybe at the bottom. A treasure?
Fools will dig and dive, but there is no need. The only bottomless pit lies within ourselves, the only treasure as well.
In the prism of your vision I have seen and learned a lot, I have divided myself into many forms and plunged back and forth into what others decided reality is.
I am not made for your reality, I am certainly not made for most people morality.
I have accepted my lack of morality a long time ago maybe because morality only showed me a twisted corrupt side, a Dorian Grey reflection. One side more visible is glamorous while the other…It is a peeping Tom tool, a narrowing of vision a total lack of acumen, the opposite of the prism.
I would like to hear you are well even if both of our worlds shall never collide again.
Picture (the bottom part) taken with an I phone (yep sorry…) Top is an homage to Arthur Rackham’s illustration.
The Raven's Nest 
I try to push the colors through a prism back to white
To sync our different pulses into a blinding light
And if love is not the key. If love is not a key.
I hope that I can find a place where it could be
I know that in your heart there is an answer to a question
That I’m not as yet aware that I have asked
And if that tree had not drunk my tears
I would have bled and cried for all the years
That I alone have let them pass
– different pulses: asaf avidan
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So many of my untold questions have answers in your heart as I can see
This is a magical mirror you are showing to me now friend. It corresponds precisely to this post
Thank you
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Amazig vision Ages! Dream! Dream! Dream!
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Love is not the key. Love makes things tolerable until we go through the mirror to where the clouds and veils disappear and humanity, or whatever we are, is drained of hatred, violence and it’s never ending need for destruction and death.
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Yes you are so right, love is only struggle and not solution for me either. However I am at peace and hatred is a foreign language to me, but who am I to say what is the key?
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Beautifully imaginative .
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We make our own reality, we are trapped by our own prism and we can’t seem to look away from how it reflects life to us … Love is what we see and what we want to see…
Your work, your writings, are beautiful and haunting.
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You are right about reality
Thank you so much for your kind words!
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Stunning.
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Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
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