Saturday, 9 May 2009

Reality

A vision...a dream...
It holds no substance...its essence does not exist.

Matter...what is matter? Is it touchable? Or is it just part of an illusion?
Its reality is hidden...and yet the truth is visible. All it requires is a lift of the veil...

But to lift the cover...u must surrender to the truth...

There is no pragmatism...accept...believe...recognise actuality.
Veracity is evident...and yet to many, it is not apparent.

Wake up...
Open, not your eyes...but your soul
Allow your spirit to see
Simplicity is not readily available...and yet...it is the key.

Truth

To know the truth, one must be strong enough to handle it. One must be able to enclose it between ones arms. One must embrace it and hold it close...

To know the truth may break ones heart. But to live a lie...to be surrounded by deception...to not know...it leaves one with no heart.

Monday, 4 May 2009

The Ultimate Battle

Death is the ultimate battle. In each step, with every breath, we struggle to defy it…to win. Each hour, each minute, each second…presents itself to taunt us, to point out that we have no control, to remind us of what is yet to come. A race of time, a battle of wills…

So caught up in life, we start to overlook the threat that faces us…we start to underestimate the power of death. And yet it is so sly…for it hides, and gives the impression of security, and then it strikes. It comes down to one wrong step, one wrong move, one wrong decision…too late.

You try to confront it, to wrestle with it and fight…but no matter what you do, it will eventually succeed. So I ask you now…why do you continue? Why do you not give in to its unbeatable authority? Why go on knowing that one day very soon, you will lose?

Hope is a ray of light…only those lucky enough will see it. Without it, the answer to the above questions can not be found. So for those of us who lack the insight into the thing called ‘hope’…I wonder at what keeps us going.

For me, it is not hope. I have given up on it a long time ago. It is a sin not to have hope…and maybe, just maybe, an insight into other things…is my punishment. A memory...can have a worse affect than death can. To see, but not to have…to smell, but not to taste…to know, but to never establish.

And yet, when death is sought…it will smile, and play, and stay at the edge of your touch...not giving you what you want…playing with you…teasing…tormenting…

Didn’t I say that death is the ultimate battle…?