before thoughts bcome dreams

after dreams have faded into general feelings and vague details taunt you from the other side of epistemological access.
joy in the mornings dark anticipation, stoked as the morning rain. falling, we fall. fortune finds us unwinding the nest of protection surrounding the outer walls we've built. when will true communication be allowed to prosper, when will we be free from our own defilement?
now. in these dark hours of emerging light, bring peace, bring an empty mind, bring being.
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a heaping bowl

no matter what your bowl is full of, it's point to exist is to disapear. never has anyone touched the heart, never has anyone received my heart. Effort put forth in the past combining with the terrors of the present, and past desires for the future become the remnants of an unfortunate battle. unfathomable remarks made in response to the reprise of time's meager outline.

this morning is

stepping toward the light, the creature wondered what the near future would look like. the absence of light had been as of late, disconcerting. after years of hiding in a heavy shroud beneath the mountain, he began to emerge. fingers grip the doorway, above and to the left, he pulls himself together in one final test of judgment. the light begins to warm his every bone. as though the core of each cell was generating heat independently. the comfort was short lived, as the light took over he came to find his strength nowhere to be found. then a spin in exsistance sent him tumbling backwards, returning to the harsh development of unnecessary difficulty. continually finding himself at the threshold but unable to pass he turned inward, sat still, and let go.