Realities.

REALITIES
(Jörgen Jansson)

Stillness in euphoria touches up my thoughts. In a mildly moment I’m lifted to a sacred sphere. I’m in the profane without a wish to flee the present. Unforeseen forces brings me into other souls, to life’s witch like me exist to the fullest. I’m found to be in the essence I often fear for. Spiritual values, details enrich all the significance of what I have to solve. Have to memorise every thought beyond the concrete world. Can’t hold back suspicion. Not another soul can stop what’s going on. Reality is never before, neither later.

I live from within the impression of the keeper’s eyes. The rhythm of this universe lowers now. My world is changes altogether here. All I am does not make the difference, does not make me special, not unreal if I walk beyond every truth there is. I know this loaded storm of power will decrease, but for now I’m holding on inside this infinity. I wish I had this time forever and ever. Now? Later? Always? When and how could that be?

Wish I found a gate to enter, a path to follow, in to a new galaxy. I’m floating in heavenly waves over a fractured glacier somewhere far away from honesty. The horizon and the gloaming light are guiding me. The one side has all the visions of what made a soul human, the other side of what there is and what come may. The obviousness and the powers of subtle knowledge, what are they worth? Where is the nothingness without a total meaning?

The smallest among every little thing is bright, nothing is held in the shadows. All perishable matters are forever gone. I look upon my self as the visionary man, a father’s figure for the insecure thinker. I am beyond every possible reality. No one seams to recognise me in this phase. Not a living soul can read the truth of what I have come to be.

The other side of reality fascinates. If I get deluded this time I will never die as human. Who will ever believe the shape of me? Who will see into a world of my essence? None is the man that denies the whole of me. Only she that has been listening in belief of the inner value, only she can immortalise this, with me.

Now, if I should wonder myself away, all my forces would have to play a game together with all the beauty I’ve seen in these souls. I will never conceal someone’s opinions about it all. I won’t hide the pictures of twisted affection. What I’ve experienced in this short moment of perception will be a part of the truth, reality. I was there, I am here now in the present.

What reality shows in the frame of my looking glass I take to heart. Elegance holds a pride and something unfavourable, can’t deny any meaning. The deformed can bring all the goodness to a heart, I’ve seen lied and lived in it. I’ve got this in my everyday life. The bold and the gorgeous, the ventures and the false. The great number of realities has shaped what is now my life. I am with it, by your side, always then and now.

Skriven av: Jörgen Jansson.