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Loose string I weave my life through echos of vibrant hues of blue, twisting in tandem with creations busts of embroidered random. I see star dust glinting from the edge, with little time to feel an inch of dread.
I collect that fear and turn it into a balm, one to sooth my aches, to hold a silver hope in my palm.
The death note at my end will wither and renounce, will my second chance perhaps be as a mouse. A simple existence some are sure to say, but i predict a terror, that only comes from prey.
We live in a material world of handstitched nonsense, add new patch only to realise your cutting away at paths allready sewn.
“Mortal man, you have lived as a citizen in this great city. What matter if that life is five or fifty years? The laws of the city apply equally to all. So what is there to fear in your dismissal from the city? This is no tyrant or corrupt judge who dismisses you, but the very same nature that brought you in.”
—Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
"Where do you think we'll go when we die?" First of all, bold of you to assume I'll be going with you.
I’m sick and tired of being called “mortal” like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.
Lesser Spring
Autumn, Is a lesser Spring A most fragile awkward bloom Falling memories of momentary splendor Dripping rusted color It's lush verdure fades Forcing tender verdant blades to bleed inward The blustery blow of blighted breath Dries out insipid skies Fleshy pigments crushed haphazardly Into crackled dust, A seedling's Birthright & sacrament to lesser Spring
IDK what my funeral will be like and honestly don't care, but I DO know that no matter what my loved ones are going to be packed elbow to elbow together eating delicious ham sandwiches and shitty dry cake two rooms away from my corpse, as the founding fathers intended.
Mortality: The will of humanity is dictated by: politics, diplomacy, warfare, laws, and institutions. In contrast the "Will of God" has offered: abundant life, the beauties of grace, and unconditional love to all manners of creation. The only place that these two forces can meet is in the middle common ground by compromise. This is the path to an all inclusive world. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.
"Jewels of Truth: A Soul Odyssey Within", Volume 1 pg. 56
"Jewels of Truth" Statement: "Our Mortality Is A Reflection Of The Earth As We See It"
Hello All, Late into the night and perhaps into my own early morning period but here is the next "Jewels of Truth" spiritual wisdom statement for the week. Its topic is on "Mortality" almost resembling an intimate conversation we may have with God one time or another. On why are we here now on Earth? You may see at least how I struggled with the inquiry with a bit of humor towards the end of the statement. May it speak to you on a spiritual level although it can transcend it into the human sphere of all of us. This statement is #1749 in the series written in late June of this year. Enjoy as always, go with God by whatever love you profess to him or her. ---------------------------------------- Mortality: 1749) Who am I but a reflection of the one true vision we have all come to know as God. We shimmer with grace for awhile then we fade back into the Earth as dust forever. A couple generations of time is all we have before we are forgotten once more as people. Akin to having never been born to begin with in truth. Our tribe we call humanity is so immense we can bring a planet to its knee's. This bodes a biblical event to occur to re-balance outcomes in favor of mother nature against humanities own self-loathing chaos. Only a handful of worthy successors are meant to be recorded in the limited annals of history. The rest of us are fodder to each our zeitgeist of the moment. If our family has heirs perhaps our names are recorded on a genealogical tree, but no more after that. Are we but a branch also of the tree of celestial life as well? Or merely a leaf thinking of itself a mighty branch in absence of any objections in thought. Why must we have difficulty to remember our divine splendor only to return with new found appreciation after a mortals lifetime? I seek immortality not of these senses, but of this consciousness which in faith is already assured. Described as the living soul of all persons or creatures unique in form. Than why do I complain as a living reflection of who's Image and Likeness I resemble in Spirit? I feel trapped by mortality not able to escape the confines of this incarnation at will. I yell for my jailor only to be greeted by an Angel of God. Are we the prisoner or the prison itself? No one seems the wiser lest the souls that have escaped by mortal death. Are we fools proclaiming the Glory of God to only realize we are God in the scope of this united Infinity? Why must we suffer in this form of paradise but to know what a mortals life is all about? Color me tickled pink, but the next time I'm curious in regards to mortality slap me straight instead dear God. I need not know to this intricate depth what it means only to be your seeming distant reflection. I rather seek to be your constant joy in every lifetime as the minor gods that we are in truth. The rest belongs to another fool to question the role of mortals in Creation. Release me from this Shadow of my greatest self as an essence of your love dear God. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.
I was in a thrift store one day and inconspiculously stuck in a corner out of sight was an unsightly old bent aluminum frame with a wrinkled, faded poster of James Dean proclaiming:
“The only greatness for a man is immortality”
This mangled statement tucked away in an obscure corner was hardly the bold, proclaimed end that James Dean boasted about on his poster. The fact is that despite all the fame and adoration he may have enjoyed in his brief life, like many famous 'stars' of the past, he and others are now all six-feet under. No one will see or hear from them again, and chances are that a hundred years from now they will all be long forgotten – if not forgotten already.
The point is that your immortality also cannot be gained or earned in this life, but it can be obtained through Jesus Christ. You see friend, we are all destined to physically die – this is inescapable, and we all are destined to spiritually die - that is unless you receive the gift of eternal life by receiving the forgiveness for your sins that Christ is freely offering.
This is the most important decision you will make while you’re still above, and not below the ground! Unlike Dean, God has not forgotten YOU. Believe and receive that Christ led the way as the one that first rose from below the earth and ascended into heaven (1 Corinthians 15:20)...and you will also do so in like manner if you are covered by Him under His blood! Accept Christ today as your Lord and Saviour and YOU WILL LIVE FOREVER!
God Bless Your Day Jesus Loves You
NotesOnLife.org/archive
beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via alpacakingdom)
Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occured to you that you don’t go on forever. Must have been shattering. Stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it. It never occured to me at all. We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it. Before we know that there are words. Out we come, bloodied and squawling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there’s only one direction. And time is its only measure.
Rosencrantz, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (via icantthinkofanythingprofound)
SURPRISE!
Summary ˙✧˖˚꩜ — You and Kano almost shared something very intimate during a mission, but looks like your enemies had intentions on accidentally interrupting
Request ˙✧˖˚꩜ — “ “ you and Kano had some tension between you two before recently you guys almost shared a kiss 2 weeks ago on a mission on a military base but obviously went to shit as it was ruined when Sonya and Johnny made a surprise ambush with Cassie& the others BUT THAT IS BESIDES THE POINT (Imk if u want a singular fic on that) “ YES DO000000 “
Pairing ˙✧˖˚꩜ — Kano!Mk11 X Gender!Neutral!Reader
Authors Note ˙✧˖˚꩜ — Sorry this took so long!! This is a little backstory of one of my other Fanfic Series of “ May The Best Man Win “ so if you’d like you can read them to get a little background on which this was based on!! I hope you enjoy this, if you have anything else you want to request put it in my inbox or if you want to be in my taglist !!
Tag list ˙✧˖˚꩜ — @smokethefatass69
As both of you were called to seek any material assistance from special forces, you out of all people had to be paired with Kano to look privately further into the military base making you think why couldn’t you get paired with Erron or skarlet
but of course Kano didn’t mind, and you wouldn’t either If he wasn’t such a horn dog, you are lucky enough if you could even get him to shut up for 5 minutes, but that is always ruined by another flirt comment towards you, flattering but annoying.
Slight time goes by, the occasional ducking and hiding and whispering, the occasional compliments from Kano, the occasional telling him to shut up and he rarely does, what you didn’t expect was to actually share a moment he earlier suggested during the mission like a hundred times
The air was thick with tension as you and Kano embarked on a clandestine mission, venturing into the dark corners of a military base in the midst of the Kronika Chaos. The night was your ally as you moved silently, shadows concealing your every step.
Kano, always one to seize an opportunity to flirt with you, guided you to a secluded area, away from the prying eyes of your allies who were on the mission with you. His grin was a mixture of mischief and anticipation. "Well, luv, looks like we've found ourselves a little hideaway. Time to make the most of it."
You chuckle at one of his attempts to do something risky at a place of work and say while keeping a look out for anyone coming “ yeahhh, over my dead body Kano. “
As the two of you found cover in the shadows, the tension between you heightened. The gravity of the mission was momentarily eclipsed by the magnetic pull drawing you closer to Kano.
His voice was a low murmur, his breath brushing against your ear. " aww don’t be a sore luv, What do you say we make this mission a bit uhh more memorable?"
The moment hung in the air, the world fading away as Kano's lips accidentally brushed against yours as you turn your head to face him, Time seemed to stand still, and the pressure of making sure you complete this mission without issues ceased to exist in that stolen moment.
As the time both of you realized how serious and intense the air became so quickly, you completely forgot about your surroundings that you guys are in a vulnerable stop to be attacked, so as you guys decide to fulfill in what seemed right
Looks like the universe had other plans. The sudden arrival of Sonya, Johnny, and their allies like Cassie and Jacqui, shattered the clandestine scene. The promise of the kiss remained suspended, a promise interrupted by the abrupt intrusion.
Johnny Cage, ever the obnoxious showman, raised an eyebrow. "Well, well, what's going on here? Our lovebirds trying to spice up the mission?"
That snarky comment earned a embarrassed eye roll from you but a proud smirk from Kano
Sonya's stern gaze cut through the tension since she wasn’t wanting to deal with any bullshit right now. "Save it, Cage. We're on a mission, not a romantic escapade."
Kano, undeterred, grinned at the interruption. "Oi, it's not my fault the universe is conspiring against a bit of fun."
Let’s just say that embarrassing moment that Johnny will never stop bringing up Everytime you see him, certainly made that mission memorable like Kano wanted
As the mission continued, the tension lingered, adding a layer of complexity to your interactions. The promise of the almost-kiss remained unfulfilled, and Kano's sly remarks fueled the unresolved desires.
Occasionally Kano would try to recreate that moment but instead actually get a kiss from you, but after the surprise ambush you realized you couldn’t let your guard down during work again
( better next time Kano💀☝️ )
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Everything that makes up my corporeal self is borrowed from the pieces of the universe around me, which makes death less of a “losing” something that was mine and more “returning” something I’ve been temporarily given, and likewise give to others in their own turn.
Me, at 18 years old: *has a migraine* maybe I'm dying... 💀
Me, at 25 years old: *has a migraine* maybe I'm dying... 😰
Forgot to post it soooo here's mortality from boozoo's ghost
Part 2 of some more characters of TWF!!!
Part 1 here!!!
Masks Of Mindfulness (April 27, 2020)
by ©️sophia D. S. wright
Digital mixed media
Composed on iPadPro
With Procreate & PSExpress
Original 7000x9500px
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I composed this piece as a graphic novel where the narration is conveyed through recurrent symbols and figures, sometimes mirrored.
It all started with the obsessive thought that the trendy cliché ‘We are all in this together’ reveals its full accuracy during the worldwide pandemic we are currently undergoing. In this situation, the simple truth that we are much more alike than different is striking. I tried to express this through the many close faces in my composition. Isolated, framed, and yet connected on a deeper level, mindfully, soulfully. The eyes look within as isolation enhances the tendency for introspection, but they look also beyond. They look to the past, they stare at the present and this is why the color scheme talks about the melancholy of times. Those eyes also express the hope for healing, as does the faint tender smiles, the presence of masks, the two slogans - Masks of Mindfulness & Passion for Life -, the passion flowers, the butterflies and the ladybug. We all know that a page will be turned as the left side of this composition suggests, rolling onto itself, fading in greyish blue.
