Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Awakening

The long sleep have perhaps shaken your veins, but inside you knew... that every world is born from cosmic egg, anew.
So let me remind you why are you still alive, there is not much to say, except maybe through looking glasses of you average (as you might call it) day.
There is of course no way, how I could dare to interpret that on my own. It is up to you to shape your destiny, the shallow rocks of determinism have no power over you.
But they will make you believe that. They would like that.

I am not talking about new world conspiracies, save that for scammers and fearmongers.
Only conspiracy I see is the conspiracy of your low self-esteem. Earn your respect, not arrogance and let all your wounds be healed.

Like a touch of summer breeze, the bear is awoken. Awaiting the unspoken, awaiting the new ideas from his mind. A little shy, that is to be understood. But he will wander into arms of sun and then, almost blinded, not used to this light, he will awake.

That or lose his eyesight, he might.



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