Wormholes into Selves

As I walk through meanings and symbols I see how all changes and how all returns to same points...like paths of a labyrinth...
 Constant wormholes into old , new and unknow selves....
I have shouted for revolution, sang songs of New World and now there is just silence and presence...
 I mourn Old Self and patiently wait to be born again....
Again and again.....


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A wormhole is a hypothetical topological feature that would fundamentally be a shortcut connecting two separate points in spacetime. A wormhole may connect extremely long distances such as a billion light years or more, short distances such as a few feet, different universes, and different points in time. A wormhole is much like a tunnel with two ends, each at separate points in spacetime.

Rebirth of Forgotten Dreams

Melting in time and space
Flashing into an ice cave.

I see myself naked in an ice cave.
That is where I am born anew into forgotten dreams.

That's where I realize that I was myself a frozen lake and now my Being transformed into a cave where I am born anew.

All Forgotten Dreams hibernated into Frozen Seeds.

Now I am alive again
Now I am ready to awake and sustain my dreams.

I woke up  the Fire inside to melt the Ice and water the Seeds.
I sense there is a fertile soil for them.....

I am reborn in the Ice Cave

Made of Water of my own Self.

Garden of Nectar

Melting into an Ocean of Sun

Whirling particles of warmth

Letting all cells to dance

I drink from an endless source....

Man of a Rock

The time when body of the Sun moved toward undeground corridors.

That's when the Man of a Rock took me to one of them....making an entrance clear...and wide..
Journey went through different worlds.
We bathed in an ancient sea that vapourised into quarzites....
We danced among plants and fruits grown on memory of ancient ways.
I hurt my hands on sharp edges of corridor.
Seeing many planes of the moment.
I met my own darkest parts and saw curses that cut me away from life.

Almost blinded by human stories I saw there, I didn't stop walking....

A crippled man and his dogs appeared. He was an ally. He supported me on the way.
In the end he gave me hawk's feather - to keep sharp sight.

With time Man of the Rock fell into pieces, became soft as a cake and gave himself as a sacrifice to false priestesses and priests....

In the end he was just a fool.

Yet I continued a journey.

Blessed are fools.....they take us to borders and remind of sobriety.

Poisoned fruit of Love

I saw his Tree and its Fruits

He shook them with pride...

He said he knows the snakes that live in the garden where His Tree grows
and that he dances with them and will follow what their wisdom brings

I smelled the aroma of these fruits on His Tree and danced around them

He invited me to Love and offered a fruit that was named A Promise

I saw that a fruit was not fully ripe
I saw that there was a rotten piece

I was intoxicated with its aroma...

I have bitten the fruit from his Tree

I ate almost all of it to notice that after few weeks there entered a poison into my body
The poison of doubt and conformism
The poison of arogance and fear
The poison of pretence and fake attitude

The poison of not fulfilled promise

I couldn't stay with him any longer and left a garden where His Tree grows

I left promises of reborn paradise
There is no paradise but to many rotten fruits...

I took shelter alone to digest the poison
I called in knowledge to heal myself
I healed the poisoned parts of my soul
I know well how to transform poison into cure
That is a wisdom of a snake

I went far from where His Tree grows
As nobody can grow Trees and call it an Eden again....

Ocean of Mother cells

....immersion into birth of own self....life coming out of a dying egg...
My brain is not the same again....when I drunk the ruby river..

Innocence grows....my neural network activates more....
I tune into songs of many....
My body speaks with voices of different cells...
I can taste the immortality temptation
I can imagine the story....

So many paths possible.

Lover of None

Oh Lover
I belong to Noone
Your Arms lead me to Nothingness

Your Love shows me Emptiness

Your Desire guides me to Non attachement

I belong to Nobody
Yet we are united

Love and Emptiness are marked by your smell on my skin
Your flavour in my mouth reminds me that nothing lasts and nothing ever disappears

Shedding skin of dreams

It is not true that we can not change a past..
It is not true that what is in the past is finished


A young girl sparkles in front of eyes of a mature woman
The woman looks deep into her , into stories of the girl that she didn't end
She looks at many changes the girl did
Many brave decisions
Many determinated changes of action
The girl thought she ended stories
The mature woman knows it is not true...

The woman looks at two dreams of the girl
One is a dream of love
Second a nightmare of violence

Dream of love is still beating
Like and abandoned animal with no food or water
Like a forgotten christmas pet
The dream pulses with promises of maternity
family life
fullfilment
hopes
songs

The woman sees how the dream is connected to a nightmare
Nightmare actually takes to much place in a girl so that dream can't really attach to her Being
 The nightmare is much more  blank than years ago
Yet still it inhabits girl's womb
It is a silent habitant living in hidden corners of girl's spirit
Woman sees that the girl understands the nightmare


The mature woman rocks back and forward

She swings between times
She changes into a Snake
She slides between generations and family lines of a girl

She smells
She recognizes connections
She sees a Power of Choice and Decisions

She slides through a mystery of human experience

The girl wakes up
She cannot sleep
She sences that she needs to heal her past and mourn her relationship

She makes decisions prepares ceremonies searches for healing
Under her bed there glows a snake skin

A woman looks at the bright sky..
She remembers how one night she senced something that disturbed her sleep when she was a younger girl
Now she understands how this changed her..

I see sad galaxies

I see sad galaxies in your eyes

Why did you stop singing your song?

What caused the Earth of your heart to stop turning?

Why the milky way of your skin doesn't flow ?

...For I have sadened over a dream
A dream that was stopped
A dream that wasn't born...

For now I waved goodbye to a song that was making Earth of my heart to turn


Oh Love...look at the centre of galaxies... There exists a spiral that transforms it all..
All goes back there and all comes out of there...
Let your dream to circle inside it... Let it die..
It will return as new stars, planets , clusters and worlds...