REAWAKENING

Can you sense me?

I come clad in this anguish
but you are blinding yourself.
if you think you can see me.
I utter the harmony of those
playing the transcendental flute
but you are deaf if you think you can hear me.
I appear before you now
but you are lying to yourself
if you think I wasn't here yesterday.

So... can you succumb to the Self?

I am the awakening of the third eye.

-A.E.

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ANGUISH

"-Is it night or day?"

-Time does not matter to me anymore
I am numb of coldness and hunger
Memories and unturned stones have become one pond of black fluid
which I now taste on my chapped lips
Lips that have touched the fruits of love
The fruits that now seem rotten
In forbiddenness...

"Moments pass..."

-Is that light real?
-Rays of the sun emerge
Through the cracks of the entrance
This light feels unfamiliar
Yet it reminds me of something...
of a life I lived
As a soldier, as a son, as a father
A life that now seems rotten
In forbiddenness...

"Moments pass..."

-Is this cave my tomb?
Life still exists inside me
Yet I don't feel it
Hope inside - unreachable
All light - vanished
I am a void in an empty shell
Pulsating to disintegrate

"Moments pass..."

(suddenly) I hear a big stone pushed aside
Accompanied with a dancing fire,
A gust of nightly air enters the cave
It feels brooding but relieving
And I am carried to the entrance
By the determined hands of the wind

Footsteps... and pain
I am being dragged
A dark ascend
Pain... and visions
The stars stare at me
Their looks are searching
Visions... and silence
The torch (begins to dim away
and the wind blows it off)
But as I close my eyes
The torch still burns

Silence... and thunder
I am on a temple ground
I am placed on a stone altar (I hear unknown words spoken)
And when I raise my head I see a fire piercing my chest
Silence... and reawakening
I feel a warm breath
It fills me
My vision blurs away...
I can feel the stars staring at me (But I don't see them)
And as the new fire awakens
And the smoke begins to rise from my chest
I realize:

I am the stars staring at me.

-S.F.

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GESTALT (INSTRUMENTAL)

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ABSOLUTE

Recognition:

New times call for new winds
Here and now, much of what these winds seem to bring,
is the destruction of the once greater gestalt.

Shrewd winds, deceitful winds.
You have made storms
with masquerade of peace.
Clever winds, foul winds.
We have led our blood and soil to slumber
and by the aid of that
you have carved a void for us.
A void, so that no one could reach you.

Consequence:

The void as the weapon.
We as the ammunition,
catapult
and the victim.

You have made us make us deceit us
and the dismal part is
that we have with blind joy danced to the drums pounding.
We have embraced these winds as have you!

Bright idea:

Nevertheless,
shining dimly through the layers
but still there for all to see;
the (real subliminal) message behind the message.

Those three rotten fruits
from that old desert tree.
You do not belong
in this basket.

Transition:

Hail KRS. KEEPER of my REALM and SPIRIT.
Re-embrace genius loci.
It smells like Fin de siecle here once again
and I call for new
REASON
WILL
and UNDERSTANDING

-A.E.