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Stephen Mather
My Story is not a pleasant one, it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams, like the lives of all men who stop deceiving themselves.
   

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Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Shooting Star

I am free, and real and i have a heart. I open my heart to the infinite night sky, the infinite hope and it fills my heart, over flows my heart; my heart is in it, part of it. Such a passion for the sky, such a passion for my spirit. It is all new, reborn, the sky, hope; me, i am reborn. I feel the world as it is, without fear, without bias. I am the world. My heart beats so, each beat radiating warmth. The warmth is freedom, it consumes everything, it is me, my life, the world. Heat. No sleep, no dreaming, just this, just this world, all the worlds. Freedom from myself, to myself, is myself. No fear, no sleep, just awakeness, just love, just heat. Goodbye world, hello world. The scent of night. My face is pressed right against the sky. Your face is pressed right against sky. We are one. Embrace the entire world. Love the entire world, the light and dark. A shooting star. Even though we are yearning for sleep, yearning for escape, we must try our hardest to stay awake, we must strive to live and love. When we escape, when we die we lose everything, when we live when we are reborn we gain everything.

Posted at 03:11 pm by Stephen Mather

 

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