Thursday, 15 July 2010

The Loss


And we Lost many. Some tears in our cheeks. Sooner or later we do remember them again. Misfortune and Life living itself, you gain... you lose... The seed of change falls in hole, deep, without end, to germinate, in between the worlds, the loss is the filter of the light, an attractor of lights, lights to show the shadows, our dark sides. I lost her many times, and many times she showed up in my dreams, negotiating her exit, giving the reason of the fall, I wish I leave but I already left. We worked with this in the transition, there is no further till we let go. So many more got lost in the beginning, in the transition we tried things, we follow leads, innocent at this benevolent force we were receiving, but the force has no language, and cannot control the medium, materials limit, our thought misunderstand, our interpretation of the force took us to our own places, and those who where lost transform and decay to be just part of the way. The wayters step on the lost ones, no bad intention, just the path.

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