It is obviously not the things we think we hate of the experience of matter that we fear losing, but the things of matter we think we LOVE
Isn’t it then ironic that the more we fear losing the things of matter we think we LOVE, the more we hate and less we LOVE
All the while forgetting the truth that it is LOVE that matters, not the illusions matter…
“To hear never-heard sounds,
To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To try to understand the imperceptible
Power pervading the world;
To fly and find pure ethereal substances
That are not of matter
But of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To be a lantern in the darkness
Or an umbrella in a stormy day;
To feel much more than know.
To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;
To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To be a smile on the face of a woman
And shine in her memory
As a moment saved without planning.”
~ Dejan Stojanovic