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