posted on Jul, 8 2010 @ 04:08 AM
One day a thought came through the crack in my cave and said...
..."how do you know?"
Self...
...because I am the designer of the pattern.
Thought... (became brighter)
...But I am your Language so paint me your pattern.
Self...
... Then let me sleep... and I will paint you the pattern.
Thought... (got more bright)
... but I can not see in the dark.
Self...
...then you are not in the pattern and you do not belong here.
More thoughts arrived like firefly's, together, creating a SUN that did not
burn my eyes but warmed my ears...
... Wake up! I am your language paint me your pattern.
Self...
...But I am only the container why do you seek my eyes?
Thought...(SUN)
... because you are naked.
Self..
.. Put the moon in my eyes so I cant see and I will paint you the pattern
Thought...
...But your ears would chill
Self...
... Then give me the hide of a beast to keep me warm and to cover my nakedness.
Thought...
... I have done these things so paint me your pattern.
Self...
... What is the pattern?
Thought...
... I will show you the pattern.
72.