saga manna

The story of how "we" .. this energies, this cellular beings, in this form
of a big mouse, a naked ape man about a milljon years ago or minimum 600.000 years ago got to a point where fire use becomes a necessity to survive.

These changes starting with a new red star in heaven. A meteor or a comet,... something coming in flames into the atmosphere ... the fire bird fönix came down from the sky in bursting flames

the story is written inside

I think and feel the basic story is written inside us and it makes us what we are... we are beings with a bunch of stories attached to it... we call it experience... a bit distorted variation.. more like a symbol is memory... especially the word, but the whole story as experience is written inside us .. first cells is hot water and how we got this and that organ and we got to be this fellowship of beings ... there was a time when we where looking like jellyfish... an eternal jellyfish yes and only jelly fish almost and how a group of initiative "reproducers" who broke away from being eternal jellyfishes towards sexual divition... the idea is to get more variations i think and that we got and death too... and how we got out from water and as individuals we go through these stages.. like getting out of the womb we come on to land in this historical rememberance we go through in our development as individuals. Can you see how hard it is for words to communicate this?

So we are like spirals that come out from a sead and spread out their wings so to say... fly a little make love and then turn to dust.. but while eternal jellyfishes we where like flouting lamps... a song
a pattern

hm..

a story can be only like a shadow of the real story...
and the real story.. life is so manyfold .. it can not be told in words and we think words are the center of everything. A name of a fellow iis that fellow,.. but it is not so. The words are small symbols.. pretentions yes.. just like money is not the thing you can by for it... money is a token of it.. a promish note for a value.

in my case im just wondering... since it can never be more than an over simplification of real me... im talking about my real story.. what i have whent through versus the story i can write about.. so.. its like drawing og poetry.. very litle info on detail but the big picture is there.. roughly speaking something is comunicated through a coed of sighns

the nice thing about this page fir instance is that im alone on it... nobody knows where this page is... exept u and me

and this u is an enigma

me 2

prison of mind

my family is in a box
faaar faar away

this box has a window
i can see some of them
crying out
in pain and agony

we are in heeeell the prison of the mind!

if i only could bath in dishonesty... but i dont know way i cant enjoy that, it only gives me pain if i try..

like the rest of this river this osion of desite and greed

so i go into silece

i try to see some beauty

some cristal clear spark of gladness... yes there is one like that

a child has been born who gave me a smile

that is the true beauty

noone can steal..

a present

4 u