Redprisma

There is infinite unity. Somewhere in the abyss of space and time there is a circle of light. This light is both too small to see and too large to understand. Here in the light, exists everything. Everything that is and everything that was.  Dying by Alex Gray, 1998 We see this place sometimes. In our dreams or in the eyes of another the light becomes exposed. We reach out hoping to capture it. Like a treasure, which can be claimed and possessed, we cover it with our hands and we hold on to it, but all we do is create a shadow as our hands grasp thin air.  It begins with seeing the light. At first it is strange, unusual and distant. When it gets close it streams through the gaps between our fingers, blinding us. We are afraid so we try to shield ourselves. But the light is more powerful than us, it can penetrate deeper than anything we can possibly use to block it. When it touches our bodies we become enlightened and embraced. We finally realize, we are and were never alo

Object to be Destroyed by Man Ray Time passes each day.  I look up at the sun Thinking "God, I can't stare too long." The insanity of this life is like drowning. Frowning into your eyes I see Perhaps you can never become My father, though you are my dad. Through you I once saw God, And the lies made me so sick, The transmission so clouded and fuzzy, That my sight became blindness And my thoughts poisonous lies. Now I house a spirit which is both furious And awakening. It burns away all the rubbish And defeat. I look at the sun thinking, "God I can't stare too long." But I stare anyways, Burning my eyes until I see something worth looking at.