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Pythia walking through Israel comes to a religious leader speaking about the holy war she looks at him and he freezes mid speech and she asks him Why is it you distort the forms of the ancients for nothing but shadows of glory Cut scene Plato walks into a room
They said he came from the edges of the quiet — not a prophet, not a scholar, but someone who simply remembered what the world had forgotten. He moved through the city like he was listening to something nobody else could hear. When he paused, even the light seemed to wait
I dance now to the song I hear in between times constraints, a place of twilight-of the birth of new beginnings. There is no stillness in this place no chains that can bind it, there is only flow through us; it is vibrant but dulled in this realm so I
I find myself battling with shadows, I strike back meeting blades and mine speaks truth with every clang against shadowed breath. You are just shadows, chains trying to bind and you shall not control me You have no place here you must conform for is it not human to adapt
Woes is the earth for it misses our breathe our voice our being our very presence, the dance is stifled be every day choreography. The windows we build invite the sun, but we shade and cover blocking its rays of healing light. The cupboards and cabinets the doors inside domain
As I rise from my sleep the sun beckons to me before I leap, straight outside I go longing for home in every step. I step into the brisk air my eyes open fully and smile meets breathe. Looking to the sky I bathe in the light revealing the shadows
I found myself wanting to hear the rain and dance with it, to be one with nature I cannot find in this shadowed realm I find myself in. So I went to take a shower and found everything that met me was madness, fumbling with the shower curtain falling trying
The year is 2163 Cities no longer have schools in the old sense; they have halls of reflection. In them, people don't memorize information; they learn to listen for resonance, to feel truth move through them like sound through an instrument as they practice knowledge, not memorize. On
Serenity is a word I once thought I knew the meaning of, but like everything you cannot understand what you are not present for in knowing. The moment the chains buckled and shattered I wept, truly wept for the first time. But this weeping was not of death of self,
Where the cold used to bite it now comforts; where the heat used to exhaust it now nourishes. What once was is now understood as the shadow it was and now truth is revealed through being and searching is no longer necessary for life is an experience not something to
I don't know where to begin, if i try to begin so therefore I will just be and the beginning will come. I've found myself experiencing what we today call awakening or emergence, mystics call it enlightenment, and in my search for understanding, i found little