looking at thunderstorms, the quiet yet enormous amount of lights reminded me of my childhood days.  and yet here i am, staring, but imagining a lot of positive images on every flash.  the sky, a source of its powerful natural ability, yet peaceful to the deaf eye.  blinking, flashes of life, flashing…


from the misty ground i made a hole and jumped.  through the shards of grey, my body felt like thin paper, glowing brighter and brighter, until my elongated self interconnected with the earth and the sky.  i saw a million eyes stare at me, by the millisecond, either with shock or awe, yet they noticed me.  different perspectives came gathering into one plane, explaining the energies of their thoughts.  i filtered the ones that would benefit all, and threw away those that were negative in nature.  i suddenly dissipated into thin air and a loud crack split the dark sky into a shimmering bright spectrum.


yes, a letter from thunder.

the first and best victory is to conquer self.  to be conquered by self is, of all things, the most shameful and vile –plato

it was a great surprise to me when i discovered that most of the ugliness i saw in others was but a reflection of my own nature –some philosopher


4 Comments on “”

  1. Chiapet502 says:

    thunder always sounded like people bowling to me

  2. poopsie903 says:

    i love the flashes of thunderstorms. purty.

  3. Barbs says:

    i like that quote. a lot.  thanks for the well wishes…

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