Eternal and shining the words are there to live on earth as being green and vulnerable. The source of living art in this universe is awakening with beautiful sublimity which comes from heaven of thought. Weapons as they are to bring the existence of living awaken me in life and doing with extreme consciousness and creative unconsciousness.
Tired with the established notion of rules to make me silence, the words are nourished with fitness and didactive notions. The tears of words are making the oceans of thought which never dry up and they quest the depth of knowledge. Decorated with aesthetic joy in heaven of thought, I turned back and saw the extreme light of my knowledge in world reflected from heaven. Heavenly notions are taking birth from the veins of my mind and the light from them gives me path to fly in the another universe where I can exist with respect and honor.
The magic of creativeness is inseparable from my life. The parents of writings nourish me with
thoughtful mind and I am living in that artistic nourishment. I forget everybody means I am not blind. I have the eye of consciousness and sublimity with high power of observation. I quest the depth of wisdom from moral point in this immature world. The artistic maturity is born with alienation and isolation that is feared with human company. The arrows of love and hate are not the matter of creation that the art is born from artistic alienation that is golden for me that alienation is my bosom partner in creation of valuable art.
The words are maintaining my purpose and they make my mind thoughtful and imaginative. Often I am insane to have creation within unconsciousness. Without preplan I write unconsciously and feel the moral insanity to give birth to high art that art is obtained in words and words. I dance and sing with words and the insane consciousness gives birth to highest art which is appeared in choice of words and deep thinking.
Life has to live with obtaining something eternal power ignoring the love and hate. It is as in exile
without freedom. The world of mind is died now. The spiritual notion is kidnaped by something
unknown force of rules. In that physical violence, I appeared as caged bird not to know the people
around me. Words are communicating to my alienated identity. The insanity of my mind searches the human moral. The magic nature is communicating to my highest thought that is available in heaven. The creative veins are not unconscious to know people. The words are communicating with veins of my mind and appear within highest art that they are stronger then iron pillars and statue of so called great people.
