London Realities

Kreative Meditation

Time, I salute you! Today I find you a friend. Isn’t friendship grand when it lasts, vengeance followed by regret when caught, caught by time for we find, what goes around comes around and cycles -small and big- tend to oscillate complicate but clearly there is some cause and effect.

I know I am watched but forgetful is an art, to be original ofcourse because we are never really alone. Sacred texts tell me there is more than an eye that watches all, beings 4 or 5 are witness to all, being the case, events and people are almost unoriginal by existence, tainted my observation, rather guided by benevolent intent of the creator of beings that witness all, I’d like to think.

Suffering is real, the hallucination of disconnection is realer than reality, a certain subtlety that trusts doubt and forgives mistakes. Tonight she picked up a stubbed cigarette, asked me for a light in between my smoke, I gladly obliged, lit her smoke because she didn’t ask for mine, she said thank you after we exchanged thumbs ups. It is real, their hallucinations, your stupidity and my pretence — all are in the same boat, evil that I succum to without Grace.

What’s in a name eh? Only to those who know the fragrance of a rose does a rose that has not odour remain a rose. Not all gifts are earned, not all suffering is deserved. Today was good, tomorrow will be better, for you, because I said you. Better at misery or happiness, is a question for your confusion because cycles can repeat but while some succum to suffering be like London, the glory of the Empire.

Merry Christmas! Celebrate it or not, not believing the truth doesn’t stop the truth from being true. The neverending cycle for the Ultimate is joy when not forsaken.