Have you never been to the shadowless palace?
Or encountered the pure, sensitive, and cruel truth?
Haven't you been imbued with the most terrible fear?
That place where all questions are no longer useful.
No one seeks explanations to justify the bitterness of their own existence.
Perhaps that voice is so distant that it can't convince you that you are one and not all.
Everything you think wrong, or that your telltale eye suspects, is true!
But at the same time, it's all a big lie in its broadest sense, like an infinite spiral.
I would like to explain to everyone what it feels like to be
Free at last and without any fear.
"I had a good life," I said, surrendering my cognitive right to that eternal being.
It seems I still have things to do here.
Was my courage rewarded or punished with another life?
"Beautiful morning, isn't it?"
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Damaso (
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Wow, my friend! Another great piece! Def a fave. This poem feels like a near-death experience, a moment of enlightenment, or an existential realization. I love the paradox of truth also being a lie—are they really so opposite? This is deeply philosophical, existential and thought-provoking. Well done! 👏🌹
Well, I'm very glad you enjoyed reading it. A log of visions and messages given to me by the strange forces that govern this world. I just wanted to share my feelings. Thank you very much for the encouragement. Best regards.
You are most welcome!
Every day that we wake up is a good day. A lovely write of taking the good and realizing that freedom is the key to happiness. Wonderful
After the stormiest night, we notice how beautiful the morning after being reborn is. Thank you so much for your encouragement, and I appreciate always stopping by to share it. Hugs.
WOW
Well, I'm very glad you like it. It's very kind of you to stop by and share it with us. Best regards.
You're welcome
If we survive the storms of the night the world is a wonderful place until the next night, although your writes are dark and haunting, I connect with them, as a regular visitor to hell before, great write
I'm so glad these texts have that power. I wish I'd explained it better, as the sensations are endless. Thank you so much for stopping by. Best regards.
You are very welcome
enjoyed the read, thanks
Thank you so much for stopping by. I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Best regards.
most welcome
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