Urge...

This urge to unite all those invisible bits, all those strings and thoughts, all those shadows and lights you have come across, all those expressions and non expressions.... this urge pushes hard inside and out...

This urge is ascending into worlds so pure, so true, that scare away the spoiled and ill trained by matter minds.... they burst into voids....

This urge doesn't resemble anything, doesn't imitate nor life nor death, this urge to unite is life, the only life so vivid and lucid that hurts and bruises  the false reality you are trapped in. this urge is your freedom path.

This urge is here, now, and embraces each moment each instant as it is, it acts like its the last thing I may do its demanding it urges me to fulfill its existence like no tomorrow will be there....

This urge is mystic hidden and yet simple, its secret untold and yet so loud to not be heard.

This urge is the only way love can exist in me, this way IS LOVE it evolves revolts never cease to be....


Christina Savvatianou 6-03-2013