aging is a blessing,
of existent being...
where-in mind re-iterates,
repetitions that mark time...
as waves crashing,
upon some shore...
and seeing itself,
re-shaped by tides...
currents and weathers,
changing accordingly...
with respect constants,
that define the nature of time...
relatively speaking as a concept,
of ideas that illustrates reflections...
of the minds-concept itself,
as subject to it's own objectivity...
such that aging is growth,
of a 'sole' in a species...
of existent beings adapting,
according to defines of time...
constants that demand an order,
that is us perceiving ourselves perceiving...
accelerations relative a speed limit,
constant on the growth path...
of consciousness and belonging,
to a continuity that becomes clearer...
as the mind is subject to itself,
and not so much that outer world...
that is seemingly the change and cause,
where-as it is the mind that effects itself...
as being the very definition of relativity,
with respect the changes the eyes see...
stan sand
okey….
one hour to go
from start...
to finish where
the ever-remains...
that constant
of existence...
speed of change that is
seen as light...
and the accelerations as
the foundations for...
relativity as being of
the sight surveyor with...
respect some object of
focus like the dragon...
fly impacted by my shadow
on it's multi-faceted eyes...
while trying to take
it's picture...
in the sunset the
camera shutter speed was...
not an acceleration
fast enough compared to...
the speed of vision
through the eye...
to catch that dragon
image on the fly...
stan sand
everything in the existent universe orbits some center and...
time is experiencing rotational accelerations with respect to...
a velocity toward some center...consciousness just spinning...
space-water whirlpools seeming as three-d thoughts...a now...
a sierpinski polka-a-dot space-time dance continuum...may i...
stan sand
sirius moving closer
aligning in orion's belt
we are whirling in the
galactic center of love
accelerations and ascensions
of higher vibrations
new codes of love
wheels of energy
synchronised
we are healing our wounds
through forgiveness
aug 9 2016
U.F.O.
Strange hazy shapes in the rainy sky dancing lights in the dark of night,
who knows what it means, what they are?
Impossible accelerations and crazy manoeuvres in a second, no plane can do those.
It is the element of the unknown, so scary and dangerous.
People tell of strange beings coming in the night, of sharp objects and needles and of terrible pain.
Nightmare dreams that shatter their lives and the terror of falling asleep.
All this frightens people, even those with an open mind; everyone should look at the sky with caution on those dark cloudy nights.
You always think,
I am a child,
I need more training,
To sell your product,
To understand,
The nature of your product,
But
When you put an idea,
In my human computer,
And tried to search,
The matching of your qualities,
You were surprised,
To read my abilities,
The descriptions of my nature.
The efficiency of living,
And opened various different files,
To alter barriers,
To add new accelerations,
You were compelled to say,
I am an able man,
I am no longer a child.
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