Everything Is Asked To Be Made Real Just To Die
The End Of The World Part 1/1
Everything Is Asked To Be Made Real Just To Die
life felt - left in its residues: hair skin web silica skeleton, the photograph of a pulsating Yes of life. the pulsing spiralling patterns, leaving behind all these images which make light dead. photograve.
Everything Is Asked To Be Made Real Just To Die
hair is dead, these flowers i picked are dead, but death is the mission of all reality. eternal life could be death, to live in this residual life too long would weigh us down. a flower is dying as soon as it opens, an imago of itself which is truly the seed, but its mission is to grow, to tell the secret, to be beautiful, to live so very out on the edge is to live beautifully.
Everything Is Asked To Be Made Real Just To Die
to suffer without suffering, hair is dead, it is suffering without suffering. at the core of life is the desire to be made real. for what is real, is finished. and me too! at my core i feel a burning need to give birth to those who will die.
Everything Is Asked To Be Made Real Just To Die
and so life is felt and left in this accumulation of residues, the Earth is a cooking compost heap, a burning decaying core and a beautiful garment. and what is beyond
Compost is good for gardening, for growing life! A clown taught me that most recently. Think positive!