For You

It is not my name that matters … but my help with purpose. Still, secretly ignorant of who we are, where we’ve come from and the destination on the path ... Doesn’t everyone help themselves without really knowing who the benefactor might be? It appears that we are here to use the others that happen to surround us. A mirror is the world, how to escape? Life, fairytale-like, not just a pure survival …

Hidden human interconnections appear uncovered to the eyes of the alert ones … Internal conflicts create external consequences … At the very center of the world, an unhappy human can see everywhere but inside …

Awakening follows the dream. Talking to you, pointing to hidden treasure; of all the answers, self-discovered answer from the inner being arises …

Listening to others confused, about what one ought to be … Yet, borders are imaginary. A story within nature …

D.Way

Problem

When in a hurry, people, unable to understand a problem, search for an answer in a far away destination, too far away ... Swimming hard, against the stream, where the silence lets the noise rule ... A man is not a mere machine ... Ahead of things is superior perfection. Are we left without a choice?

The Problem is within ... solving ourselves ... A man is bragging about achievements in his pity world. Just a look at the horizon of the divine would shatter the walls of his world in pieces ...

The problem could be traced back to the beginning of the time. Perfection is the first, then the men arrives last in the chain ... A crown on the head, like the seventh chakra in cosmos to close the cycle.

The problem is deeper and  not defined well. That's known by those of divine wisdom, with deep understanding and love ...

D.Way

FAST

Return to yourself …

People hurry, away from a possibility to meet themselves… Everything seeks attention… The machine is pulling (taking) me home. From work I drive exhausted, listening to the radio and thinking- “We’re all dreaming.” Things are draining energy, that’s the price we pay… Racing and charging through life, until… waking up. A drop in the ocean of divine consciousness. All is one. That’s right. 

Life is dynamic, yet, something is missing… Emptiness and endless bottom… Fullness is endless, too, but harder to attain (get to), since it is the first… Where am I coming from? Could I get lost? I know… But, knowing is locked. If I could open my eyes… again.

I’ve just arrived. Tomorrow is a new day. The fridge I am opening late, having a dinner and tired watching the TV. Something interesting, they always come up with… Am I happy? And, Internet, a new cultural entertainment invention, a new shift, a new opportunity if used accordingly (properly)…

It’s all okay, but shallow- a purposeless entertainment. Just to survive this day… Is this a plan for the Men from the stars? And, nothing more, just to eat well and sleep for tomorrow. To wake up recharged and seemingly healthy?

When a man sails through deepness, all the plans disappear. He travels well alone… There is everything, life is worry  and fear… Only the stars send a glow, promise, salvation.

Remembering faded…

I am thinking of a better plan. A city of the sun, at (on) the highest floor… Above the buildings, everything shines, yet, the darkness is in charge down here…

It is hard for me to push my thoughts through this window to the cosmic space. Sensing the divine, a man cries in sorrow, thinking he is further away… The fears are from the Men, the laughter is of divine touch… The space and time, could I bend (move) in order to stay here, since this music of the universe is calling.

A man, unfulfilled man, seeks and buys, lives, works, loves, plays, worries. He is but a half of a man. He knows that and it hurts a lot. Just a dream, or… an unfulfilled dream.

DWay