ST72 ... who doesn't think 'this is nutzo',
we're so afraid to admit we're lost, know little ... walk quiet.
A few paragraphs from another side of a gemini friend…
I've had conversations with god, saints, lecturers, prophets, devils, scumbags, ordinary people, celebrities, crows, ground hogs, trees, all the imaginary saviours and with just about every type of mind on this planet, and at one time or another they all say the same thing, 'yea, this world is crazy'.
Well i've got news for you, it's gonna get a lot weirder; so weird, at times you'll wish you were dead, invisible, hidden away, somewhere else, along a clean paradise with all the dreams you've accumulated and free from all these new thoughts destroying your perfect conclusions…. but there ain't no where to hide…. the new universe is unfolding and it's all about YOU and NOT. It's confusing, a mystery, scary… until you get used to 'not knowing' and you know, the mind doesn't often accept this uncertainty easily, so it retaliates, bullshits, creates elaborate constructs of words, thoughts, hard evidence, solid-like laws, fantasies… but in the end as in the beginning, the mystery destroys, mends, changes, exposes realities even weirder than the weirdest……but as an old gemini friend used to say, 'when times get weird, the weird get going'.
So here i am, right beside you, all my religions and absolute laws, rules broken and crippled words smashed, walking with a smile on my face, an unknown look from inside my skull, breathing, yea just breathing, with depth, slowly, a mysterious air surrounding, observing all forms upon this space…. and quiet.
What a wonderful afternoon, gray clouds blending the day, an energy of nothingness floating free and i'm excited to be alive, no purpose, no destination, just this fragrance of love sifting thru my mind, perfect… and that's good enough for me.
Charlie Gray Horse ( ‘amidst this madness there is always an exclusive opportunity to exit this reality and obtain some shade of eternal freedom’ )
Buy me an americano !
WeyWord Times / Writing and Images by Patrick Wey
Hang Me Up…. Images
If you’re wandering around down here amongst these paragraphs and friends, say hello, hit a link, crack a button. Dragging words thru this swamp, can drown you, if you’re not careful…. broke or preoccupied, it’s all the same to me.
Well, that was 'easy' so far to read but, what is next? and who will be dragging their feet to a fashionable shoe store to claim 'adjustable' footwear for the next adventure?
Hi Pat;
We are connected once more.
In this crazy and erratic universe, there are pockets of deep breaths. Every kind of bird you could try to imagine strutting on the opposite side. People with sad and fruitless beginnings. One day most things are altered. No one takes a side or responsibility. Sigh. Sigh again.
Breakfast is served.
Charlotte