With a poetic, philosophical approach to that which is life.
I am coming to terms with my mortality.
This skull I carry on my spine.
These snakes and dragons.
That order, that symmetry in the chaos.
The madness and confusion were building blocks.
To create compassion for what I once resented.
That was being a man, being a human.
I see it clearer now then ever, the fog is lifting.
To not take my own life, to end the struggle and the pain.
I remember standing on the roof of a building with visions of death.
I remember crying under water, drowing in tears.
That vessel I am, that vessel we are.
The urge to live is all around.
These roots grow deeper, the branches grow taller.
We were gods, we are gods, we are stars and angels.
To embrace the depth, to scratch the surface.
Without fear of what I might find.
Honesty lasts forever, and truth hits deep.
To say what I always wanted to say, to weep over death is over.
We are the dead, we are the living.
What brings the instinct with a fire-lit head.
Ahead as always, the growth grows, evolution evolves.
The magic is in the air, in every breath, in every heartbeat.
In every ..blink.....of.....an.....eye.
For all that I am worth, for all, I care for all.
For all it lasts, it's endless.
I forgot what I needed to remember, but now I know.
It became a part of me, it became.. me, I became.. it.
My baby brother said:

"You know the stuff that comes of boiling water..?
And when it becomes water again..?
That is what we are."

Awareness in constant motion.

Peace, Love and Nakedness.
Geert