on the other side
On the other side things seem perfect.
The reflection only shows glorious images spread as golden steam.
Is it me or everybody else can also see what I see?
what do you see?….
Spying brings motionless adrenaline to the blood stream
Why is the non possessed, magnified?
Is that, its real magnitude, or it is over intensified by day dreaming of a non existent perfection of beauty & an idealized heaven?
‘The perfection of being imperfect’, she said….
….there’s this wordless freedom in making mundane mistakes.
By walking at different speeds there’s an assured fall on the way; but it’s not called failure, it’s called ‘playing this game called life’, experiencing with wide open skin pores what Planet Earth and other realms have to show us.
so Spying is allowed as long as it’s letting us squeeze the whole magnitude of our individual ‘Now’
maybe instead of spying ‘appreciating’ would be a better descriptive word to use.
where there’s no other side, where there’s no yesterday no tomorrow
where nature, love, gratitude, happiness, bliss and positivism rule
happiness is shared, freedom is shared
the fact that someone is experiencing it, its not stopping other mortals from it’s glory
on the contrary, it’s a contagious dis-ease where no illness is found but contagious spread ed out love….