CONSULTING

 

Don't look at the intersections, which have been run through by rampant ropes of ivy, and rosehips and bloodstains can damage the tracks of your long-traveled soles, and before you will be small inconveniences and the memory of bumps, like a locked beaver-dam, in the annual rings of fragile life paths, try to find what can be said, the Essence, which plowed furrows on the faces, broken, truncated, flaming in the embittered eyes. In unknown landscapes, be yourself a little bit: Independent and Free, think about sure and tangible roads that are related to long-lived, veteran-looking mountains, and look carefully at the small grooves of rock-worshippers.

The much-tried Time, as a caring sculptor, polished and trimmed them perfectly! If you watch people, don't just stare at them, look at them with googly eyes, mesmerized, - but watch out for the nutty brilliance of eyes, the melodious fragility of voices, the melting heat of sighs that fill the falling conscience! Do not irresponsibly and frivolously miss the immortal moment of spark, in which emotions can finally be fulfilled, and the future, blessed mothers greet the immortal tummies of their love with pleading voices.

Don't look at the wages that are paid, so that after your work, like a second fiddler, you deceive yourself and sell something that can be realized in the morality of life; which can be received with burning kisses and holy humility. Don't look necessarily at forms and matter, but at the nature of things that can be touched and felt, which even unconsciously carves out the indestructible Real from Time as the only essential, - only what matters is what the red dragon's wing sparkles behind the exploding, torrential hills that appear in rainbow glory through the wounded and now bleeding sunset! The kiss-dialogue of seething tongues ringing like a melodious chime is bong! And to the music of closing lips, the downloadable Everything, the immortal transubstantiation of possible eternity, invites you!