Thursday, 1 August 2013

The Alien ArtForm


It's just as I predicted, days spent in limbo. Tomorrow we shall away from here, temporarily, to set foot in Germany. I'd rather not go too deep, so I slip into dreamland once more...

There people are slowly making their way to no particular place, there is something alien like about them, they are smoother, greener, not propelled by money and fortune, they know what they have. They absorb the days, the nature and the life at every turn, not building cities, up towards the sky, reflecting on how broken they feel at the end of it. 
They blend into the trees, at one with the beauty of God's earth, whatever God may be. There are clouds here, some divine wind blowing through the trees and bodies. It's all happening here, just without the corruption, the beings are motivated by love here, not other flawed concepts, and the world moves slower and the hearts are all fuller and the children sing happily, and, of course...

...i wake up after a while. It was nice to know how things could be though. If only we would learn from the many mistakes we make. 'If' and 'only.' Two words of great sadness and hope. 


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