Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Friday, June 13, 2014
Voices of Silence
Voices of silence speaking within heads, looking beyond the face for a greater understanding, the hidden truth, the secret, dwelling in the quietest of places, naked in itself, asking for only its own accompaniment, and the obvious is gone to rest, and the dream surfaces, dream brought out of sleep, awakened by need, and the day merges with the night, and yesterday with today and tomorrow, and one soul with another, and the death, with the life, collective consciousness, has its point to prove, and it means to prove it, and the changing sky and feeling, creating the oneness of the all, and now there is no difference, no black no white, no race, no religion, just the reality of truth.
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