“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” — Albert Camus
of course, i was interested in witchcraft to begin with
you are my music
i dance to your rhythm
our days filled with glittering sand
sparkling water
burning afternoon sun
our nights made of
bright shining stars
red ripe moon
we dance through this time of colors
lights, scents, sounds
we move in the same rhythm
with everything
your diamond skin hair painted gold by the sun
the black of your eyes swelling full like the moon radiant piercing me
you are where it all comes together
wasn’t it you who said it
it was me who agreed
agreed, i believe so,
so what is this “how are you”
you know don’t you
you ask me and I, well, I
I tell you how I am
am I just another passing smile on your lips
lips that sweetly drop these cruel things
things have passed now, changed
changed like the seasons that took you back
back against back we must stand
stand still and then start walking on by
by those raindrops that fall
fall is like that spring was as heavy with clouds
clouds rise and then drop
drop you did me already once
once, after that long night in the rain
rain on our skin
skin against skin in the night
night morning day and then night again
again you go
go and tell me this is it, it’s nothing
nothing to be done, i want to do nothing about it
and i saw my mother
who was the earth
as i grew from her
of her my roots draw life.
she smiles now
with her web of energy
and i coil in her lap.
her stories are ancient
and speak of trees
and the wind,
and the trees and the wind
speak of her.
and i dream
the same dreams
as the earth.
as the trees.
as the wind.
Now
Here
Bare
Raw
Coming down
Getting up
Looking out
Staying in
Smoke coiling
Coffee warming
Breath freezing
Fingers numbing
Thoughts running
Music flowing
Pencils tracing
White paper
Tabula rasa
(Source: kanegon-rock, via this-incredible-nothing)
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The workers of the world may one day, if they cease listening to their bigoted leaders, organize a brotherhood of man. But men cannot be brothers without first becoming peers, that is, equals in a kingly sense. What prevents men from uniting as brothers is their own base inadequacy. Slaves cannot unite; cowards cannot unite; the ignorant cannot unite. It is only by obeying our highest impulses that we can unite. The urge to surpass oneself has to be instictive, not theoretical or believable merely. Unless we make the effort to realize the truths which are in us we shall fail again and again. As Democrats, Republicans, Facists, Communists, we are all on one level. That is one of the reasons why we wage war so beautifully. We defend with our lives the petty principles which divide us. The common principle, which is the establishment of the empire of man on earth, we never lift a finger to defend.
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The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.