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Beautiful inevitability
Contributed by
Peacdrug
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Friday, 13th February 2015 @ 12:40:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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You're in space. How did you get here?
You're with the stars, and for some reason you don’t feel.
How did you get here? You look down, you see space
You bring up your hand, but find no face, and then you see, no hand, just space
Where are you? Try to think, this place is familiar, it isn't new.
You feel you are right where you should be but how could this be?
You were just.. Where were you before this? Have you been here forever, floating like a mist?
You feel again, hoping to find answers, you feel love and find that nothing else matters
You are at peace, and you start to sink, no more need to think, you have found the final link.
You are with love, and your happy to be back. Who knew death could be such a beautiful fact?
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2015-02-13 00:40:40]
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Re: Beautiful inevitability
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by alicewhite on
Friday, 13th February 2015 @ 02:39:12 AM AEST
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| fascinating and enthralling, love this , I want to read more |
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Re: Beautiful inevitability
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by deusdeira on
Friday, 13th February 2015 @ 04:13:37 AM AEST
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| Death is a sad and beautiful thing. For only in death can we truly evolve. Take that however you may. |
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Re: Beautiful inevitability
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by xHeathenx on
Friday, 13th February 2015 @ 11:27:18 AM AEST
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Interesting. I wish to see it metaphorically, in the sense of ego death, or even being completely out of it, zoned out. It makes sense to me in that sense. It strangely makes sense, and it's strangely enjoyable, not that this isn't.
This in itself, is enjoyable, I just don't relate to something in it. I suppose it's a matter of the soul. However, it's not much that it's strictly death to me, as it seems it's almost an end to reflex, and end to action and doing. As time can be said to go forwards and backwards, our starts and finishes are all ends. Outside those ends, we do nothing, but we, if we were aware, would try to do what we would in our life, because that's what we know.
Interesting poem here. It can rile up the brain, which in and of itself makes it a good work alone. :) |
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