As I lie here,
anxiety ever consuming,
I hunger.
No matter what god I seek,
no matter how deep I go,
no matter how much I run,

the goddess is now here,
the goddess is nowhere!

Oh! 

My memory still holds that, 

I still remember the universe...
I saw the universe in those eyes.
I saw all I needed ever,
I saw beyond the scope of my eyes.

I fear that vision will never present itself again...

 Nothing ever ends... the universe creates form from form, 

the all creating void...

わたしはひとつの王国そのもの
すべてがこの中で眠り目覚めて
流れ　続く
 

 I am the one kingdom itself
Everything sleeps within me, and awakens
Continuing to flow

anagarma

.

And as we lie you say:
Will the world end in the night time?
I really don't know...
Will the world end in the day time?
I really don't know
And is there any point in ever having children?
I really don't know

No puedo sacarme esos miercoles a la tarde de la cabeza.

anagarma

" ...cuando vi ese bicho extraño que exhala humo,
supe distinguir el patron absoluto.
La dialectica de universo se abria para mi.
Y hable el lenguaje que expresa la permutación de todo lo que ha sido, lo que es, y lo que sera."

Dara, Luc.

Hizamazuite Ashi wo Oname

"...

At the end of a life that has meaning, the point is not that one is

perfected, but that one will still carry a view of self and the

world that is divine—and not just some kind of lazy drift. The

point is to have enough stories that guide —that will allow life's

closing act to end with one's heart still bright, despite the gales

that have passed through it —so that it can be said that one has

lived with spiritual audacity.
..." 
Joseph Campbell, The Hero with a Thousand Faces.

Yesternight, I cried.

3rd Night

of successive dreams.
*1 or perhaps--- it has to do with your boyfriend sharing my same interests.
What's worse of all this, is not the dreams, but the fact that every bit of information you provide, are things I've already checked out, as if your mind and mine are somehow arriving to the same information in a strange delayed way.*1


And you keep appearing, haunting me. I am haunted by my own mind, with a external image. Bount to that image...

recaida#1

Sigo teniendo recaidas, las llamas del presente solo hacen saltar mas alto las sombras del pasado.

Ya no necesito mirar tanto tus fotos...

Se que tu recuerdo me trae todos los sentimientos que puedo tener.

Solo quiero oir tu banjo reverberar en respuesta a tu recuerdo, quiero libertad, quiero volver a sentir la intensidad de esa vibración.

En la oscuridad extender mi brazo tocarte la cara.

Me encantaria hablar con vos, Laura.

Pero no estoy listo, cuando sea el momento cuando la funesta fecha caiga, haré el viaje, solo.

Solo puedo confiar en que tengas tantas cosas en tu vida para evadir el dolor como yo. Eso me gustaria pensar, pero no puedo evadir la sensación de que no lo necesitas, que adolesces nada por mi, blah blah blah, puedo seguir hablando, pero tengo tarea, mucha, siempre. Es lo unico que tengo. Tarea.