"Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today." (Friedrich Nietzsche)
the past contains the being of what has been, which must not be reduced to what we remember; for what has been and, without leaving discernible traces, has been forgotten by everyone, has been nevertheless, and will forever have BEEN
if the past is not of irrevocable nature, if its unalterability is changing by the history we tell, and we can make it whatever we want - then memories of the past might be desires of the future, and preceding experiences might be nothing but dreams and possibilities still to come
if there is something like fate, if the way we walk is already marked, linear, predestined, then past and future are timewise equivalent and as much real as the NOW, all of them existing at the same time
a simultaneous existence in time throws us back to the only reality we have: the NOW in an empty space, and we are creating our way with every step we take.
future solely comprises possibilities; it can either be understood as a homogenuous continuation of the past being, or as an empty space for whatever may come -
as an unlimited open space of potentialities before the present decision, restricted to the logical consequences of our actions,
or as a determined part of a predestined fate, traced out ever since, no matter what we do.
but it could also be pure arbitrariness, sheer coincidence, in the void of the illusions of time.
the moment of our only true meeting with the world, the moment of our ascent towards being by means of freedom -
what the world is and what i am might be a result of the past, or of my imagination, or of a strange chance, or even of fate;
but what i can make it, hic et nunc, is depending on nobody but myself, is coming into being through myself, an absolute presence created by myself.
crossways through time towards this flash of light: the moment that is eternity.
light is the radiating flowing ur-substance is pure consciousness is living, seeing energy
when consciousness manifests itself it becomes radiance and seeing, subject and object, and out of the energy of its inherent creative wisdom it creates the whole universe in the act of refraction and condensation
creation is projection and refraction of a ray of consciousness into the limited form of time and space
and just as light is the ur-image of the all-permeating consciousness, colour is is the reflection and expression of life
life welling up from the depths of universal consciousness reflected on the world's surface
just as the soul, colour is the connection between material and spiritual world
light, darkness and colour - a trinity just as spirit body, soul
colour mirrors the struggle of the soul with the forces of light and darkness
it shows its tension and motion its searching, longing and joy; harmony and conflict, sadness and enlightenment, purity and impurity
colours are the
"deeds and sorrows of light", as goethe says
soul reflects colour colour reflects soul
they pour into each other without end or beginning
The river rose in the night, flooding the piles of time washed ashore. In this dream I stood in the wild light of moonshine and shadows, watching the alluvial years and matter being washed away. The river rose and gave company to my released yelling, purifying what I really was.
I saw the crow watching me, then flying away, leaving a crow-shaped hole in the air for all the rivers in the world to flow through. White lunar heat surrounded me, though I knew it should be cold. Cold, because it was night and the river was rising. Cold, because my planet was washed away. Cold, because of the waters curing the bed of my river. But it was warm, getting warmer, and the sky was tempestuous and wild. And a silver thrill filled out my moonlit dream and an inexplicable knowledge emerged, frozen by morning.
This night I woke to find the full moon shining onto my face. And I lay smiling within the warmth of my own shadow that had become a bed for me.
at night the moon is so bright, a pulling of light, low on the horizon - and she touches my face and with a silver embrace her glow finds my dream; white is her gleam, her wondrous delight wandering so slow through my soul until i widen.
We are two ardent travellers on a journey to find the essence of the sentiments in a stromboli blast of thoughts and emotions. Our minds met on the web by metaphysicrazy chance, attracted by a tornado of words and vibes.
"Moving forward on the way towards wisdom is a life-long process of learning. Reading about philosophies and theories, I have hoped many times to solve the equation of human being. Yet it will probably be in the last second before my death for me to reach that point... or maybe never. But never mind; the quest and the path are more important than the achievement of the goal itself. This morning, I saw the sun and the blue sky being born through the fog: To face a daily rebirth such as this always gives me a feeling of humility. I'd write a poem about it if only I could.... but my english deters me from that. Yet I feel my awe and humbleness and joy in facing such a wonder, in experiencing a sublime grandeur like that; and it inheres all that I have to understand, all that I have to learn, all that I have to produce..." ~Fabrice
"Poetry is like music -- rhythm, sound, and taste form a symphony of images and emotions that plays beyond the words themselves, just as music is a poem playing inside you even if you do not understand the lyrics. Straight into the guts and soul..."