The ancient tradition of human sacrifice in order to preserve the harmony of the universe is alive and well amongst the culture of the common day. But this is an old insight and it lacks the strength that a proper realization should.
Sometimes I yearn for the sound of rain falling from the heavens, dripping from the gutters, cleansing the world around me of it's agenda. I could listen to that sound forever, I could wrap myself up inside of it and live there for eternity. I love the smell, I know it as the smell of ozone for some reason, but it is the smell of water discharged from heaven, it is the smell of clouds. I would build a house of that smell and perhaps I would never leave it.
I would set aside my search for the miraculous, set aside my love and passion, set aside my fears, doubts, uncertainties, hopes and joys. Set aside myself and live instead within my shelter of the smell of sky to the soundtrack of an ocean falling from above.
I had a dream before I embarked that set my pulse pounding hard and haunted me even after I had awoken. I was driving on a bridge over troubled waters, twas the bridge to Big Sur, and in the middle of my passage a massive wave cascaded over the bridge and buffeted my vehicle about.
In my dream I make it through, to what end I know not as the rest of it faded quickly from my memory, but the question remains: When the waters spill over, for real this time, will fortune be so kind to me?
I've never been much a fan of open water..... Perhaps this dislike stems from a near death experience I had as a child, I know that I've always been cautious since then.... Or perhaps I prefer the flame because I've enough of the sea already flowing within my soul. Maybe I'm just seeking balance.
Sometimes I yearn for the sound of rain falling from the heavens, dripping from the gutters, cleansing the world around me of it's agenda. I could listen to that sound forever, I could wrap myself up inside of it and live there for eternity. I love the smell, I know it as the smell of ozone for some reason, but it is the smell of water discharged from heaven, it is the smell of clouds. I would build a house of that smell and perhaps I would never leave it.
I would set aside my search for the miraculous, set aside my love and passion, set aside my fears, doubts, uncertainties, hopes and joys. Set aside myself and live instead within my shelter of the smell of sky to the soundtrack of an ocean falling from above.
I had a dream before I embarked that set my pulse pounding hard and haunted me even after I had awoken. I was driving on a bridge over troubled waters, twas the bridge to Big Sur, and in the middle of my passage a massive wave cascaded over the bridge and buffeted my vehicle about.
In my dream I make it through, to what end I know not as the rest of it faded quickly from my memory, but the question remains: When the waters spill over, for real this time, will fortune be so kind to me?
I've never been much a fan of open water..... Perhaps this dislike stems from a near death experience I had as a child, I know that I've always been cautious since then.... Or perhaps I prefer the flame because I've enough of the sea already flowing within my soul. Maybe I'm just seeking balance.
