Turning away from the dark

Everything, lifted into this world as different, seems to renounce joy. Imagining a quiet hour, the word's gloom reveals the apparent heaviness in assumed vision. Every word is subject to judgement, far from the obvious attainment of light. If strength of position demands image, the quiet voice reveals silent revolution. Everything, subjected to the joyful sense, dares [...]
Offered to the NOTHING

Giving into the thinking of the conceiving, the action of expelling the long-dwelling joins. Without ceasing what has been done, the answer view follows the release of creation. The incomprehensible joins the turning away of the wanting to understand, the clarity basis of all understanding. Turning away from that whose meaning is conceived in the philosophical-poetic. Any image of the [...]
The forces of invisibility

Everyone must make use of the power of others, bent in the imagination of the other. The field to be served is subject to predetermined security, shyness of turning away from unimaginability. Exchange gives birth to the splendour of action in the eternally enriching, the reciprocity of joy. The created is the reason for pride, the change of the old yields. The conceived in the retreat of turning away, the illuminated of [...]
The perception of opacity

Dutiful to the renunciation in the nourished, hidden power unrevealed, the ripening is complied with in the often suppressed sound. That which exists, whose reputational word fades the sound of coherence in retreat, gives courage to its own remorse. Every deed is given to the seemingly nonsensical, undone in the constantly improving thought. Imagines the echo of one's own, withdraws from the outside must [...]
NOTHING gives birth to attitude

The open receiving of a giving taking as well as a taking giving takes place within itself. The better and worse of a past farce extends far away from the praising, the devaluing character. Every stay is desired by that something whose active power is heard in the giving. Explanation of solidified streams of thought burst in wanting, the desire for need lost. Duties the incapacitated gift of her [...]
The naked truth being

That renegacy of the ego, disguised in the cloak of life, is subject to constant change. No one's events lead through the thicket of serving desire without the mask-like gaze. If the abyss of depth offers freedom of choice, the voice of success boasts in shimmering colours of the pride it bears witness to. Every step is declared virginally, calling the other self to the show of imitation. [...]
Fallen favour

That space, abandoned in reminiscent transience, rebukes the hour of time. The gaze's steadfastness shames the lost thoughts of those impotent proofs, subject to actions. The worthiness of questions is the responsibility of emptiness. Destiny of the stranger pays tribute, exposed to every tyre of another's hand. Attitude in the humiliated event imagines the will's call, to share all weakness's measure. Every deception of the [...]
The silence of expression

Every gift is found in the touch of mediocrity, honoured by the exchange of giving and taking. Boasting the hour of agreement, the sense of the goal is the way. Respecting all those gifts whose support is joy. If there were NOTHING, it would be far from acceptance. That realisation carries its riches in secret, whose [...]
The words postulate

Every disposition imagines the voice of emptiness, filled in the viewer's gaze. The echo of words resounds as if there were an echo of the other to carry the mood created, removed from the unfulfilled longing to be seen. That call follows the sound of dreams, connecting memory, tamed in learnt constancy, showing the power of expression to witnessed [...].
Disadvantage compensation Internet

If the hour of distance seems to be approaching, the question of time leads to where it should actually go. Discretion's gaze falls on all those insights whose wishes left nothing open. However: NOTHING had happened, in their search they always passed it by. No reception from the Omniscient One allowed any realisation. How could they? [...]