Acá Temblando

I am at war.

War with the geometry of space and time.

Need there be order? Need there be this little anachronistic trinket we call measurement? Is it only existent during its own self recognition?

Chaos,
I ponder on it more and more. Is it a form of organization in itself? Or is it the lack there-of.

Through process of sublimation, I have touched true beauty while lying on the hotbed of imagination we call 'the cosmos.'

Rich with color, Rich with flavor, Rich with error. Hiding, alone, the Dark rushes through my veins. I feel its form, I feel its matter. Losing myself is easy, its the finding that's difficult. I feel the epicenter of being, its far distant vibrations are devoured by my ever hungry soul.

Change, Grow, Mature, Improve, Comprehend.

Live

Love,

Haciendo

Sie Kah DeLik

The Logic of One. The Logic of You. The Logic of the others.

We find it, drifting along the opaque patterns of space. Closing my eyes reveals a multidimensional web of aqua-green diamonds, beautiful in their soft luminescence. The sea of time divides this world into two. There is no now, only the before and after, captured separately in the record of two great otherworldly tomes. Where is it that I have ventured? How long have I been here? I know not the beginning nor the end, but only the present. How can these paradoxes coexist in an ever-shifting world of prejudice? Through the technicolor lens of perception, our senses.

Muzik.

Kolor.

Liphe.

Muzik x Kolor = Liphe

Kolor = Liphe / Muzik

Muzik = Liphe / Kolor

Experience = ? Liphe(Muzik + Kolor)

You tell me,

Are you experienced?