Seven Universal Principles

 Hermetic Philosophy 

(Exegesis on the Kybalion) 

Form & Spirit 

-1. Mentalism- The All is Mind

Universe = Mental

2. Correspondence-

 As Above, So Below. 

 As Within, So Without

3. Vibration- Nothing Rest 

Everything Vibrates 

4. Polarity - Everything Is Dual, 

Comes in pairs of Opposites. 

5. Rhythm - Everything Flows Out & In, has its types, 

All Things Rise & Fall 

6. Cause & Effect - Every Cause Has its Effect.

 Every Act its Consequence 

7. Gender - Principle of Gender, 

Masculine Vs/& Feminine 

(to mate, species maintenance, reproduce, perpetuate) 

The Princess Who Was Not

 Once upon a time, there was a princess with no kingdom. Neither a crown nor courtiers, either a palace or royal blood. Without an obedient army, neither wealth nor soldiers, neither important genealogy.

 She was wandering in the market, carrying the cuteness of a halt fantasy, that the ''meant to be her prince'' would've come to complete her, and become one with him.

She tricked travelers and salesmen with ultimate lies, spoke with kindness to the children. Requested respect and honors from the elder ladies.

The time was passing by, and suitors began to flock to the outskirts of the city. Guided by the reputations.

Among them, was a young man with an extraneous edge and thirsty look.

She would always welcome them, in the central square, (since the royal palace existed only in her mind) and after she was misleading them, she would demand the Sun and the stars from them, and finally, she would drive them away with insults and curses.

 How could they even dare, to think that a crystal clear sky drop could mate with mud? 

The outlander young man's turn arrived. He stood in front of her, smiled, and before saying a single word, he transformed into a savage wind. Chaos and dust got up in the city. Once the riot calmed down, the glorious queen to be was gone. She disappeared.

 In vain her few loyal wanderers tried to find and bring her back.

Her position was silently taken by a paper-made crown.

I used to know a fake princess, unable to possess a thing. But in her dreams, she would whisper "I refuse to compromise" . And when she dared to demand the ultimate , after a bunch of lies was gathered around her, THEY RUSHED TO VANISH HER. 

Fairy tale conclusion

Each conjunction is intended to tramble and shake the foundations of the Universal  World.

Therefore is protected by the winds and Natures Elements. And because of this, no one truly unites until they order.

And they won't order until the wise Kings and fake princesses remove their masks.

Admission Of Feelings Occured Afterwards

 Questions and answers from days that were just passing by

Someone else is doing it for you. 

Therefore we call it "awakening".

Even though, "when", is totally up to you.

When it gets dark, where does the Sky ends?

Where the Sea begins?

Our mothers became vampires, who knows what.

{Wouldn't be prudent to see us with our necks exposed.}

How a question, that can not be defined with words could look alike?

(just like you?)

We are a generation whose illnesses are not in a hurry, at all. 

Do you have a brand new

 "I understand"

So I can state how much I Love You

Each time the fox is entering the coop, the cock forgets his job. 

Twinkling makes us spend half of our lives with our eyes closed.

Who knows what wonderful occurs then?

Somewhere in the middle of hell, the devil owns a kiosk selling cigarettes. After hours, dawn.

Embraced is always floating on air.

Why is that? 

Throughout our entire lives, we drag a "would have" towards an uncertain future. 

The fact that light shines in through the window, has a meaning. 

PS: You told me not to worry, & I trust you, I know you want, you can... 

What I don't know is what happened in between... I do not know the terms

 What I do know, is that we are not together & is the opposite of what we both want.

I refuse to accept it, I refuse to compromise. I don't want to. I can't pretend that I am ok & continue living my life as if you never existed... I don't have the power...

Under The Bridges

Here comes the time of Now that once upon, 

was the Future that made it to the Past. 

Dangerous Truth. 

What is the point to record and transmit a story

 that changes towards the benefit of the wrong, 

for the wrong reasons? 

I was there. I have crossed the bridge.

 I jumped inside the abyss well. 

                                                                                                        But they wouldn't let me up. 

I wish I knew what scared them. 

What made them try to vanish the sword after it came out of the sheath. 

Now I know, it was my soul that scared them, my sword                                      (so I've been told) 

Abuse and corruption hosts in the Sanctuary. 

Wounds open on closing Gates. 

I will live to see the Earth refuse to open in order to swallow them.

She will puke them out instead. 

The time was near.                                                                       The time Is now

Genocide Of Reason

 Perhaps we could be talking about genocide of reason from a dictator's consciousness that carries my name. But sorry, not sorry!

At all!

Two birds were sitting on the wire.

Which of them will commit suicide first?

The Butterf- Lier

Golden Fleece

 

Savage Winds

There are trees, growing in houses. Pierce the walls and the sealings go higher.

Next to them the stairs, the furniture, vases left empty until...,

Fountains overloaded with sweets in case...

There are trees that start from the inside of bedrooms with four walls. 

Their roots feel the cracks on the tiles, grasp on the sidewalls, and nothing will stop them from beating the rooftop and reach out for the sky.

There are trees, 

as there are fears inside human bodies, as there are thoughts ending up with once and for all, within random associations and countless ordinary thoughts.

As there are dreams not made from the substance that dreams are made of. 

There are griefs within smiles,

departures are hidden in arrivals,

deaths, little deaths with no funerals neither exhumation after three years

(no one is passing by to light up the candle),

there are winds within glances,

bird cages on balconies made of memories,

empty hugs with the one missing instead of being.

And just like those trees in those houses, grow tall,

multiply, become a forest.

Acquire their own flora and fauna,

strange creatures start to live inside them, seasons circle differs from ours.

Weird winds are created by low barometric,

and in case an intruder shows up,

he is blown away with them.

And as the years are passing by,

each forest acquire a life of its own,

senses, purpose, desires

-different from the "land" that hosts or occupies.

Finally, it acquires consciousness and silently,

without the slightest noise,

opens its eyes.

The Least

*** Find Me

Stories that haven't yet started,

Will eventually become, 

never-ending stories. 

Nice words aren't nice words.

Messages traveling by sea, 

frequently end up in sewers. 

The departure day that is written on the tickets that were booked, 

two vacant seats will be traveling between so many full. 

They always burned the food. 

Every time he lay her down on the road. 

Keys that open rented houses, 

are useless. 

Only those who died are included in lists. 

There's a cemetery in the back yard. 

This is the eulogy of the funeral.