dream (VI)

See the animal in his cage that you built,
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye,
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built,
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart,
And it's all...right where it belongs

What if everything around you,
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know,
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks,
Would you find yourself...find yourself afraid to see?

What if all the world's inside of your head?
Just creations of your own
Your devils and your gods all the living and the dead
And you really oughta know
You can live in this illusion
You can choose to believe
You keep looking but you can't find the woods,
Are you hiding in the trees?

What if everything around you,
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know,
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks,
Would you find yourself...find yourself afraid to see?

Right where it belongs
Nine Inch Nails

just visiting

I opened my eyes
An angel was by the window looking at the lights
distracted from his guard.

I recognized him from the time before times.
From dreams I had forgotten.
We talked and fall in love, again.
Telling each other stories of delight and wonder
Life times passed in seconds.

Tired
We slept
Rested
I awoke

A book I found beside me.

On my own alone I now wander
reading strange words
sometimes invisible
sometimes just random.
puzzled with the unintelligible
I put reason away turn off the mind
swing a little bit above the ground
seek to see with the skin.

This Art is new to me.
Awerness of my entire nature
and the vast unknown
Vibrates like a pulse from my center to head hands and toes
I want to flee and know not where
I want to reach and know not what

Oh! dear angel of mine,
could you find me prepared?
or just unworthy?

you left but still you stayed
permanently under my skin.
I see through you.
It's all just blurs yet
but I'm coming closer to seeing clearly
the truth.

I feel you guarding me.
I'm not alone after you.

Masnavi by Jalal al-Din Muhammad Runi

I died as inanimate matter and arose a plant,
I died as a plant and rose again an animal.
I died as an animal and arose a man.
Why then should I fear to become less by dying?
I shall die once again as a man
To rise an angel perfect from head to foot!
Again when I suffer dissolution as an angel,
I shall become what passes the conception of man!
Let me then become non-existent, for non-existence
Sings to me in organ tones, 'To him shall we return.'

Translation from Wikisource, Masnavi I Ma'navi, Book III, Story XVII

A message from Alex Grey

In a cosmos of bilions of galaxies,
In a galaxy of bilions of stars,
There's a planet with bilions of people -
The only one we know of -
And every breath we breathe is a miracle.
Our hearts pump.
We see.
We feel.
We taste.
We touch our world
And sometimes we forget the pure wonder
Of our brief journey on earth.
My life is committed to making artwork
That wakes people up to the miracle of life,
The value of being human
And the transformative power of love.
There are moments when we see behind
The opaque curtain of life.
When the infinite Ome
Shines through the skin of the beloved
And we recognize the game we are in,
The journey we are on,
The powerfull beings that we are
And the truth that is worth living for.

Unir os pontos

Quando era (mais) garota gostava de jogar aquele jogo em que unimos os pontos com um lápis para ver desenhar-se uma figura no papel. Ficava sempre surpreendida com a beleza do desenho, como se não me achasse capaz daquela perfeição. E afinal tinha sido eu a descobri-lo!

Actualmente, os meus pontos andam perdidos pelas artes (todas as 9!) e pergunto-me qual será o desenho que no fim vou ver? Vou ligando sem querer Tool a Carroll, José Carlos Fernandes a Borges e a Ballard, Ballard a Ian Curtis, Joy Division a Tool, Borges a Tool... quantos pontos mais vou descobrir e unir? É como se o segredo do mundo andasse codificado em subtis obras de mentes geniais que foram pessoas comuns. E eu comovo-me a senti-las. E agradeço.

Maynard cites Carroll or dream (V)

A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question
to find I've known this all along.

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