Inside the cave of dreams

Two types of human being born from animal nature, testing the boundaries seeking new forms enlightening the abyss by touch. Fire carried into the fertile womb which is this cave, the land within. Living like the Inuit, in the heart of the great north and listening to the lost chord which plays near silence heard best in here.

Overcome with the real in the world of simulation, senses so stimulated they feel alive for the first time. Deep underground Natures veil shimmers with changes in condition tiny crystals contained in solid waves. The earth paints and so doe’s man dreaming the same dream but this is no hallucination rather reconnection. Reconnection with a shared past the constant character strange and unknowable, yet beautiful and always new, here some deep sense is awakened.

The seismic event has happened, the fluid concept is born. An insight into transformation, no barrier in the world of the spirit for these people, beholds the spirit, painted in form a lasting presence of freedom ushered into being. Art eating into something the marrow of the earth, the hand of the ancestor paints with mine, so in touch with his yearning they share the same will.

The transfigured state lies dormant; the slightest nudge will reawaken it. The catalyst of events can only effect what is already within you. Be not detached from sensation but neither be its slave, for nothing is certain, nothing is real the surreal image has become known as truth. Would you know your doppelganger from yourself? To separate the self from image but leave the imagination intact. This is the very act of rebirth which has been disregarded and forgotten.