Mt. K^2

As Krishna would say, Bold are the bold. Weak are weaknesses unstrengthened; Strenght comes from boldness, Strength from tightening form, Form from emptiness, Strength also thus; Thus, emptiness becomes - Becomes emptiness. With empty form the bodies' muscles, Train yourselves. Now for some generalisations after going a little too fast, taking steps a little quickly, the dust settled down again, and now lets look upon to the mirror, shall we? As for general spiritual intelligence which is also feeling: 1 = root 2 = 2nd chakra And most people struggle already. 0 being the tailbone, the +/- 0 or +/- E. The Holy Spirit or Kundalini. Thus now, to comprehend both spiritually and emotionally and oppositionally, to gain an understanding with clarity, both it being light and dark, being conscious and subconscious awareness, one should to both the positive + and the negatve - chakra's or dimensions. Push for those, strive for those, feel those - the happy and unhappy together. It does n...

At dusk On a lonely evening Gone are clouds, Red colouring The sun sets. Thus, a bird Sings, Others fly - And I Slowly become red, orange and yellow And disolve with Twilight Within darkness It besetting upon Me - A poet Dying Hungry for love.

T = m * wave * p * r This is turbulence. Thus: Wave*p*r p=amount of particles r=rays Hence, at s certain point in time, this is how observer and observed relate. Turbulence being moving particles, rays, times the observers rays and particles as seen with light. Now compute for all other wave functions, thus everything has moving mass; Philosophical, that which is not observed is 'dead mass'.

A man walked a dog; Forever forever free  Now silence follows.

You are weathering Me up, Crazy, Down With rain And suns, Stars at midnight Falling upon me Flying like bats On ocean white beached Islands With your body naked, I'm yours Then.

Halls of the dead Hailing me No tomorrow As if it ever Ended Now Right now I'm dead, Dead as fuck Living Holy Proof No proof And me Providing To a sister Undead Queen Roaming halls And hallways No, not with a bang Neither a whisper Poe, But just A poem Just.