Howl

In the underbelly below levels of “sophisticated pussy rendering music that the slow DNA processes humans live by considering themselves sane and normal”, a down sound with fire to eat your soul reverberates, pregnant about to be born genre of engulfing wavelengths, there is constant howling from the recesses of your inner margins, drops of beats dripping and drenching your existence, living their span of blessed existence just to reach your ear drums and die a non-virgin death. They exist perpetually always hidden behind realms but we choose not to tune in.

A bald entity, owl soul, body of trance, tattooed, addict of himself resides in the vertical depths ahead of duality with a Star of David inked on this throat but is he able to transmit his depths of venomous wisdom in your cells is a matter to contemplate - the power with which evil spreads outshines the speed of light. Purity otherwise seeps slow but considerably etched as deep rooted. I have witnessed in the echelons and long corridors of celebrated existence which holds limited power. Here they exist in silos un braised by the perpetual question i.e the want of self-sustained existential inquiry they exist for the fulfillment of the system which surpasses its own mortal creator, suddenly living on a vaginal peninsular plane of our nation specifically situated on the upper tip of the vertical slit a feminine force presume considerable influence to destroy a life by ink and mind. The waves are heavy and cascaded damage is humongous. Alas like the treacherous Japanese race we have accepted our fate like their cursed land to rebuild what is destroyed, here inflicted by torturing human egos instead of Mother Nature.

The red heart hidden inside is drenched in blood perpetually within us it functions in harmony there is no pain except for invisible emotions that it fails to manage perpetually. The cardio system is intact if we don’t consider to destroy it but our actions annihilate It alas we all are sadist suicide maniacs.

The universe in human form is blinking itself on us. The sweep of stars is glorious and magnificent. Teleportation explored will make us capable to explore dimensions alien but our familiarity considered to be known by us is a mystery to decode in itself. Unknown souls affect us in a certain way which is degenerating for us, they tell us what our capabilities are and we stop our mind to think on their views alas a new way to amuse ourselves.

Wolves, fearless, strategic, tactful, well packed show us our path to recon, something we have forgotten for our selfishness has overpowered us which is on the pinnacle of youth. Such is this brand a conspirator trap of mind that we think in a very limited fashion and are where we stand today, happy in our rabbit holes in the darkest cozy corners of our existence, if pulled up by our collars to face the bright light of existence we will discover ourselves in an alien land like a mental asylum prisoner suddenly free. We are phenomenally brilliant specie and have time and again proved our worthiness, like wolves we need to forgoe trust deficit and come along together to form a perfect faction of a one aim agenda no manifestos but a one aim agenda.

The sound the sight the presence and memories once novel become part of us, we stop seeking our truths and pursue landscapes painted by unfamiliar hands. A seeker remains a seeker what he seeks ahead is beyond our scope of writings. The brilliance of Zohar & Tora, Tantra and Buddha remind us time and again to clean the mirror and reflect. The key to exit the maze is us. The encounter awaited with brilliance is our sailing towards it and it towards us inch by inch. The merger is destined for a fusion of everything towards harmony.

Pandora Box

Open

Symmetrical, cubical, oval and neo designed spaces are where small human organism thrives. Enclosures are decorated with glittering lasers, projectors and sublime efforts of making things objective and scientific; a consistent overburden. Rational approach to make sense and create logical synthesis reaches self-fulfilling fallacies.The architecture of life being bound in its limitations, lets us slide by yet alas all good things come to an end like a tsunami swapping life to a canvas redone. Like the soul of your shoe that your feet has been living with eternally; falls apart. 
The particles of matter collide & the depth in their rebellion is intrinsically unique, they spark with ferocious repulsion yet the flare has brilliance, it marks glorious end to known territories. Imagine a big fire raw engulfing life and this wave of devouring has a soothing effect on drab souls to jolt them to newness. 

A generation of passivity sits in gloom to imagine,dream and hope for miracles to happen and turn their course of inertia they have gathered over eons into stardom . Isn't it ironic hoping and wishing for a fish to fly and those rare species of fish that do fly are short lived and die at speed of eye blink. As Carl Sagan looks backs and tell us our real story, people are taken aback in awe only for a dull moment and life drags itself on our blue planet. Meanwhile 20 km above sometime a meteor blasts sending shock waves to life forms and still our apathy to gauge the transitory nature of our existence is infallible. 
Shabbat dawns upon me a cloud of self-query, I seek answers to musings unknown. I see across geographies across existence across humans and i discover no purpose of their wanderings. I see a strong valid assertions to decisions undertaken but in realty there is no grounded substance and with a fast pace shift towards absurd lifestyles of shallow hollowness the generations ejected out of restless wombs will witness an existence wanting to be everything and translating into nothing. 

Abundance creates burden on soul as the striving comes to closure also the lethargic DNA code of low races runs ahead without reverse -  to impurify already corrupted minds and create fleeting happiness that is extremely compounding elusive. On the contrary the star dust efforts for eons to let a seed grow and glow by the virtue of fusing with divine function/ will to live deliberated as alchemy of life. Words are sewn across the virgin purity to bring home the conclusive nature of the spark just like a a new born so at least it can be named in the lowest dimension.

There have been transformations and inquiries for pure discoveries, the adept is a doer and is not a knower, despite anchored as a doer which being his sole purpose; consumed in the act of doing he "knows". There are rare humans who can bring and indeed at times bring us to the cusp of gathering courage and face the bright sunlight but for us it turns a blinding seance/experience due our sloth, inertial and doubt of life. 

We exist on peripheries and living whole is just a desire for many. It is a matter of contention to purify ourselves that mental states transitions between a Hannibal and Christ without any alarm are not fickle and need to be mentored cautiously so none remains, the devil seeps quickly and slides in the whole life whereby purity remains at the preaching level, i think the dark alley is never ending and there is no bright light at the end of it. Divine geometry runs across universe yet is not ugly; that which differs it from scribbling is discipline and patience. I have to my knowledge great learnings but deployment happens when a will arises and it is short lived many a times which i strive to nurture and develop.

There are entities that have created a sharp life, set examples and have lived to inspire, we look at figures each day, the spectrum is huge, the life forms many. 

Cheer up your head and look around from a top of a sky scraper, what do you witness in entirety is labeled truth full of everything - imagined and unimagined, you cling to it to centre in you "the objective of being". 
There is none or there is maybe one; is upon us to decode. 

Zoom out, from this planet to higher forms of life, expand :: look at the horizon and you my friend exist as its sweet bright spot.

Jew Lee