Trapped in a Moment

To think that every now and then you get re imagined in the mind of your creator. A loose leaf of paper that is yet to be written on by the Author. Is it the ink, the pen, the fingers, the hand, the arm, the body, the heart, the mind, the imagination, the dream that gave seed to imagination, the collective thought, the source, the alpha and/or the omega.

Follow the yellow brick road:

A man, a person, a thought behind the curtain that can not be exposed until you have went through your tribulations. But what is it that you find both a beginning and a end.
Your destination is self proclamation. "I am that I am" "I think there for I am" "Know thy self"

I refuse to be told what life is. I will experience it for my self, and while the masses are baaing along I'll be thinking my self in and out of sanity.

So, "Right is right" and "Wrong is wrong" and "One mans trash is another ones treasure"
When do you know if your trash is treasure? When is it time for you to "Believe" instead of know. It's a basic cause and effect. Because of belief the effect has been a world of war.

It never ceases to amaze me the ins and outs of the nothing.

Ra Amen


Love, Peace, Hope



Pedro G. Perez