song of my morning.

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“we are.but we aren’t being”

sometimes when it rains i think of the Spirit and reckon to myself that:

there is a bell in every person waiting to be rung with the sound of spiritual awareness.a hunger for things beyond self.a taste for the sublime feeling of beginning and end and unconditional-spiritual-love.the unknown.

and.

 some would suggest that such thoughts are ideal and not tangible to the paradigms of todae’s society; and i guess they are right. its something beyond society and fleshly elements.

like the feeling of recognizing that the sky was never a separate entity form the universe. but a friendly window holding our life force from the vacuum of that glorious abyss. the universe is. nature is. they function.

but we. “what are we?” seems to be the question of our concern. and honestly, i don’t have a concrete answer for anyone outside of myself. All i can say is that we are that. human. in all spectrums. sonically and visually. spiritual and physical. vessels. mended to be something. not out of vanity, but out of purpose. in joint community with the things that have understood and have been all along. 

in perspective: i can’t measure the ins and outs. only the ins and outs i create(innovate) for the betterment of the community around me. the beings and energies outside of me. i’m a speck in this pool of matter. and don’t know jack from adam most times, but i do know and believe that there is something more. 

there is and always will be.

because IT is.

being.

“we are. but aren’t being”

It's a god... it really is a god...

this just m a d e my everything feel amazing.

(Source: ittachii)