“It was a
fleeting fantasy”
It was a
fleeting fantasy, imaginatively recreated by a dreamer mind.
The
reality was a different way of life, hidden from the eyes of the blind.
Emotions
playing in the ends in an Cachumbambe always in opposite sides.
In
between, the duality of the privileged observer in its center abides.
A one-way
in the street that gives meaning to life in your destination.
The move
one born in a virtual picture painted by the talented of imagination.
Up and
down, right and left, a search without finding any direction.
The
fictional way to fool yourself out there, fate of the perdition.
Feeding
power was the way back to their source of Eastern wisdom.
Technology
was a bright cold advance of extreme unwisdom,.
Advances
to believed Western and its ego, come of
envy manipulative.
The
survival prevailed over reason in their false lies, adaptive.
Sensitivity
was the answer to the prayer recited over the heart.
True
friend is always honest and true in its essence, wise sweetheart.
Everything
and nothing, nothing and everything, are now only be accept.
Retrieve
the joy of the feelings banished, forgotten and unkept.
Reencounter
of peace that expands naturally as watercourse.
Give
without expecting anything, is the eternal faith and is the best resource.
Osho
Junior… 03/12/2011… 04:14…
