CLOSING CIRCLE

Compassion may not even be measured. It comes with unexpected swiftness, like silent death or the blockage of blood vessels. It is felt in all directions, but only a very, very few exceptions are those who deserve it. You could at least hope for an unattainable balance, as you want to both survive and become a fog at the same time. It would be good to throw out the pettiness, vulgarity and abusiveness, because they are not needed.

It would be good if no one doubted the obvious One-truths, at most the variety of manipulative, deceptive promises. It would be better to take hold of all four corners of the agitated Time and stand upside down in a tottering stupor to see who the liars are who could not lie. In action, in persistent waiting - in vain - you could not get back what you believed. The unexpected emergence of your subconscious is first present in your curved-mirrored nightmares and prompts you to a relentless reckoning of the relationship between the word and the Real.

Your personality may be but a tiny speck of dust, a mouse-hole, but it would be good if the majority could still see that you are, in your own way, a fully-fledged individual! A few thin wires still bind you to Existence, and in vain you wait for your Beloved to come home to you. Everyone looks away, but they have no intention of talking and getting to know you!