Meditations

As I close my eyes, time dissolves to the tides that balance life. I lead the wave of a new age, not just a revolution, an evolution of escalation; a reinvention of existence. Self-preservation, disguised by contamination, a revitalization of conscious exploitation. Relish the moments we have, resting happiness on our shoulders. Feel the warmth, comfort, and security of relationships. Cherish those memories of what has been and what once was, but above all, find joy in the present; envision what will become of you. Of course there will be obstacles and situations that may glide your direction but within an itinerary will gratify your goals. Furthermore, seek true knowledge: knowledge of thyself, the surroundings, and imminent forces that grasp you; ultimately confiding trust and loyalty in those whom you’ve entrusted and decorated around will be true friends.

So rare, somewhere, somehow, you’ll spot me. Or somewhere, I’ll stare, and spy you as you sustain. This pain, such shame; in my sorrow from this game. Slain by a smooth scythe, that I strop in shallow light. At silent twilight, I’ll say goodnight, tonight.

Shadows speak to us softly and swiftly, often passing unnoticed and unappreciated. Thus, a trail of bread crumbs is left in order to grasp onto our realizations. Hence the futile partition to divide, separate, categorize, and classify our species. Suddenly, a gust of wind disturbs such intentions and invokes the decay of humanity. Winds will expire, oceans will respite, augmentation will cease and evolution will continue without the existence of mankind. Hollow thoughts will fill the void; a galaxy with eternal beliefs of an ecstasy that once survived. Before creatures inhabited it, such rapture was bliss, but after years of exploitation and effluence, it ultimately deteriorated from toxic venom fabricated within. Brought on by a wave of calloused souls, the inclinations that shape are minds are the trenches upon which, in due course, we will entangle ourselves in. Arrogance is more present that ever, fluid and inexhaustible; though space and time will bleed throughout eternity in an oncoming storm which will arise with fierce intentions. The desiccated and neglected reservoir in which our ambitions are held has been contaminated by our own struggle for control. It must be acknowledged that we shall yield ourselves to those around us, and let ourselves be consumed by a greater conception. So stark is the undulating conduit of oppression. The vindictiveness of totalitarian institutions amongst us swells our vague perceptions; distorting, engorging, and engulfing the lackluster credibility of aristocracy that incessantly ripens throughout our naive civilization. Living a life in the shallows of others has become too mundane to acknowledge. We deprive ourselves of our conscious efforts to develop meaningful relationships with those we trust. Inevitably, we will surrender our efforts and breach the boundaries of such affairs; often ensuing in poignant and psychological cessation. Though, through our various faults and tribulations, radiance spawns upon us. The light has been cast; we must act now without vacillation, in order to reap our right to revolutionize ourselves, as we are perceived in the eyes of those around us. As bleak as the hours of darkness, the river runs thick as blood, winding fluidly, flowing sinuously, transforming and evolving irrevocably throughout its course. Our actions expose light into the vast unknown territory within, thus defining us, and therefore swathing our manifestations, unless such notions are notably configured in order to cease our existence. We must blend the concepts that lie amid us and enable ourselves to utilize our ambiances; it is then that we find novel connotation and exclusive escalation. The ever elusive triumphs and trounces of our past, style and contour our expectations; if we intend to succeed with any sort of longevity we must rekindle the anguished chains of our past and dye the beginnings of our avenues with attainment. Strip us of our pride, for it is the only thing we justly own. Tell us how we are such a vital foundation for our nation, yet we see massacre upon transgression, unbound by the laws. Tell us that we are the future of tomorrow; but we are not the imminent prospects of tomorrow. Regardless if we subsist or expire, tomorrow will come, and in due course tomorrow will exceed us; inevitably becoming the past, to which we so covet to seek. Throughout history is has been revealed that the one and only occurrence we can hold with any conviction is death. The past embodies what the future will entail, thus carving the channel for which the water of life will soon flow; trickling mysteriously, taunting the currents of our existentialistic values. Knowledge is the integrate tool used in grasping true perception of the world as we know it; the minds of our past leaders coincide with the present, evolving conception of a new world. Our roots must not grow under us, but they must lead us forward towards new beginnings, resulting in self-sufficient thoughts. Salvation is realizing what is now, what is principle, what is freedom, and making a conscious effort to acclimatize new ideology. There are some inquisitions we cannot answer, but it is within our psyche where the resolution lies. Waiting, eating at our qualms, it indulges from an endless stream of consciousness. Focus, we are but a mere nomadic essence wondering within the cosmos. Accept what you possess, reach for what you yearn and never rely on false misconceptions of what veracity truly is; strive to become more that just a narcissistic entity, sanction all efforts to suit divinity.