The Ballads of Gravity

For within the tapestry of existence, the passage of time is but an illusion, a mere veil that shrouds the eternal nature of reality. For, whatever is today, already has been, woven into the fabric of history, its threads intertwined with the narratives of bygone eras. And whatever will be, already is, a potentiality awaiting its turn to step into the realm of actuality, a destiny shaped by the echoes of choices made and unmade. In this intricate dance of moments, the past is not truly past, but rather a continuum, a reservoir of experiences and lessons that flow into the present. Likewise, the future is not a distant horizon, but a realm of probabilities, an outcome that finds its roots in the seeds of the present. As we navigate the rivers of existence, we find ourselves entwined with the currents of the past and the currents of the future, all converging in the ever-flowing stream of now. To comprehend this profound truth is to glimpse the timeless expanse that stretches beyond t

🐸 Oh, gentle rain, bestow upon me the serenity to embrace both lily pad and ripple. May my croak resonate with the wisdom of ancient streams, and may my leaps carry the echoes of time's boundless journey. 🐸  To the moon's gentle glow, I lift my gaze, seeking the ephemeral beauty that graces the night. May my leaps be guided by dreams as boundless as the starlit expanse, and may my croak harmonize with the universe's eternal song. 🐸  In the symphony of twilight, I find solace, knowing that even the shortest day births the longest night. May my leaps transcend the limitations of the earthly realm, and may my croak echo with the courage to embrace the unknown. 🐸  Beneath the shimmering surface, mysteries unfold, reminding me that truth often dwells in hidden depths. Grant me the insight to perceive beyond the obvious, as I leap through life's enigmatic waters and croak the language of profound understanding. 🐸  As dawn's first light kisses the horizon, I a

In the tapestry of my existence, the hue I favor above all is the enigmatic blue—a color that embodies both the essence of desire and the void of nothingness. My very name resonates with the promise of bliss, an aspiration I hold dear. Likewise, my chosen gemstone, a beacon of hope, stands as a testament to my convictions. Yet, who truly comprehends the depth of these pronouncements?                                    I find a profound solace in the scent of the pristine earth, mingling with the cosmic harmony during the union of the firmament and the virgin land. Rain descends, imbuing her with vitality, breathing life into her very core. The fragrance of her form and the symphony of her libidinal calls resonate within me—a celebration of sensuality that intertwines with spirituality.  Am I confined by the constraints of time and space? It seems I have encountered myself on numerous occasions, though these reunions often appear futile. I have taken on the role of Hamlet's puppete

Amidst abundance, a sense of solitude often envelops us. Nature grants us precious moments that unveil our true selves, rendering loneliness an exquisitely beautiful phenomenon. Within this existential aloneness lies a profound connection—a communion between the transcendental Self and the Soul, with the potential to metamorphose into any conceivable form.  The experience of loneliness becomes deeply metaphysical and transcendent. It is a singular instance where the nebulous ego engages in discourse with the soul, enshrined within the corporeal vessel. Amidst solitude, a jubilation of the self and soul ensues—an ephemeral juncture when the soul is exclusively ours to behold. This communion with the soul exists on a plane that is profoundly metaphysical, elevating the self beyond its confines, enabling a breach of boundaries between reality and dreams, virtue and vice, sanity and madness, and more. Fortunate are those who relish their souls and partake in such experiences, for the rea

It was an unexpected occurrence, a beautiful accident, and yet I nurtured its potential, knowing that it would eventually come to an end in the autumn of our time together.  Her ravishing eyes and captivating presence have left an indelible mark on me, one that cannot be erased.  Oh, the vanity of it all, the fleeting nature of our existence, and yet I cling to the hope of another chance encounter. It is all vanity, all is vanity, and like a dewdrop vanishing into the thick air, so too may our time together be gone forever.

With the remnants of his desires lingering, his gaze was fixed upon her. In that very instance, a scene of divinity unfolded, a moment so profound that even the heavens themselves seemed to watch over its passage. Ignited by the intensely combustible spark of the moment, he drew her into his embrace. In that fleeting second, it was as though a dormant soul had been reawakened from slumber.

Love, the traitorous thief, who abandoned me in the midst of plenty. As I gaze upon the darlings of another, parading before me on the pavement, I am lost in the sea of faces.  I seek refuge behind my mask, my face a veil for the pain that love has wrought upon me.  Oh love, why have you left me alone amidst the crowd, suffocating in my solitude, yearning for a way to escape the prison of my own heart? Let me disappear into the masses, where I can hide from your relentless torment.

At times, I am engulfed in a state of disorientation, wandering in the vast expanse of my mind, until I stumble upon a place where I come face to face with my Ego, Id, and Libido. It is a surreal encounter, leaving me feeling both lost and found. In that moment, I am consumed by a sense of emptiness, a nothingness that permeates my entire being, yet it is also beautiful in its own right. The silence is deafening, yet the stillness is enchanting, allowing me to bask in the glory of nothingness. It is a state of mind that leaves me feeling frustrated, as I struggle to make sense of my thoughts and feelings. The physicality of it is equally daunting, as it drags me down a path that I do not wish to tread. Reading and writing become a chore, a task that I cannot bring myself to do. I have never encountered the Muse of letters, and even if I had, I would not dare waste the precious moments of my absurdity and nothingness. It is in this abundance of nothingness that I feel a nocturnal glo

I am Alexander the Great! The one who came, saw and conquered. I am the man, the legend who fought and emerged victorious. The Seven Seas and Seven Worlds trembled before my might, obeying my every command. War, you are mine to command! With swords, words, and fate, I conquered it all. And finally, "it" surrendered before me, stretching out a new world, a new kingdom. I lived, loved, and died, a warrior through and through. I am Buddha, the Enlightened One. Once the ruler of Seven Seas and Seven Worlds, I indulged in flesh and worldly pleasures, having everything my heart desired. But in death, I left it all behind. Now, all that remains is my soul, dedicated to my cause. I am Buddha, the one who died for a greater purpose. And now, I exist as the Ego, the Self. I am here, now, living for my own cause. My cycle is not yet complete, so I travel through time and space, born again and again. I am I, unreal, uncertain, and insane. You are constructed in the constructed structu

Thy name is Ego, the master of my being. With your art of self, you have the power to lead me into the intricate world of diverse selves and unique bodies. Oh, how your alluring voice beckons me, tempting me with promises of glory and recognition. You entice me to climb the treacherous mountain of success, to stand atop its peak and bask in the admiration of others. But in your pursuit, I often lose sight of what truly matters. The warmth of genuine connections, the beauty of simple moments, the joy of being alive. You blind me with your insatiable thirst for validation, causing me to neglect the things that make life worth living. Oh, Ego, how you mesmerize me with your persuasive words and seductive charms. But I must remember to resist your spell, to stay true to myself and my values. For only then can I find peace and happiness within, free from the chains of your all-consuming influence. Lead me not into the world of mere appearances and hollow accomplishments, but guide me to