music of a shared feeling,
-falling to the stars

Life, is all that matters

rolling down hills
---------of ills
------unknown from here

The truth of our Existence
--is the existence of our Truth

die to this.
-----Get born.

impressions

--to make an image
-----is to lose
----reality


-------(God= Reality)

Nowhere

Now here

If more aware of the choices we make,
---we see how they come to form
-------the reality we live in

wordplay

---the ancestors
---------share with us
-------solutions
--------------------before us

When you realise Love is all there is
------the words are taken away from you

---or you give up their games
--------as they give up yours
-------and you turn
---------------------to signposts
------------------instead

--This Is It. :-)

It's all in process

It's all relational

---------------and ultimate

----------------------------and relational

LOVE = PURE POSSIBILITY.
------------LOVE IS ALL THERE IS.

increasingly--->

colours seem more vibrant
-we seem more vibrant
-we are waking up

Moment Us

KNOW TRUTH,
----LIVE YOUR IDEALS
-YOU CAN'T HELP BUT COME MOMENTOUS

WORDS
------WE IDENTIFY WITH

AND YES,
-----IT MIGHT SEEM LIKE THE DYING CONSCIOUSNESS RULES,
--BUT ONLY THE DYING WORLD IT CREATED.

---------BIRTH
-------------IS HAPPENING
------------HERE

---------------------------------THE WORLD
---------------------------------------CREATION
--------------------------------------ANEW

Super human fantasy,
-----------because it's real

There is so much positive work to be done

the more you do
------------what's right for you
-------the more your dreams...

too many false
-----images of abundance
--to limited ends

forward moving
-------to our --- demise

faces

---reflections
--overlaid

Unaware

beautiful pieces of meat
contemplating
----beauty without substance

-----maybe you
--------------die out
because you've reached the point you needed to

-------Giant Christmas tree,
----------Giant CCTV camera

red and gold

----tinsel splash
on the running wet

----------------grey pavement

recounting tales
---------of loss and sorrow

tokens of our life gone by

---different games entirely
But still
----------there must be an end point

big trees tell stories

big trees tell stories

hung
in their character frames

of leaves

falling to the ground