“Gathering from dream-dust, emerging from splinters of the conscious, forming a familiar, between the rage of the unseen.”
And in the deepest darkness I asked her, what made her the happiest.
“You”, the creature said and I felt her grin.
“And I’m wondering, if there is some kind of eternal higher power, not only here on earth, but dwelling deep within space, an irregularity with eyes like stars and a body of nebulae.“
If a person honestly faces the unconscious soul (without dwelling in subjective thoughts and feelings), while reflecting upon its utterances, such as dreams and spontaneous fantasies, then sooner or later the image of the self will emerge and gift the possibility of the renewal of life, a sense of meaningfulness and completeness.
“This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine.”
“There is a certain truth, some kind of symbolism, in each dream.
A meaning, covered in colors and shapes, the subconsciousness creates.
These dreams are shadow-truths, which will outlive mere facts.“
“Seeker, seeker or a keeper?
Will you bring me to the shore tonight?
Or to endless realms in shades of blue?
Travelling with the mind,
through hidden feelings
of me and you.“
Last week I did a few Art Trades with fellow artists and friends. I drew all artworks with ballpoint pen on A5.
“Twisted minds, unspoken dependency.
The object pursued, refused.
Porcelain horns and whispering snake.
Meaning revealed. A breath of ashes.
Moth to flame, take the lead
let no expectations swallow thee.“
“Moth to flame, take the lead
Don’t let your expectations swallow thee.“
“Open your eyes,
shift your reality
and you will see
the beast inside of me.“