A diary of abstractism

Dear diary of abstract thoughts,

let me share a story with you about this abstract worlds.

It’s the words that are abstract,
the mind is also.

The doors of perception where you extract
the abstract from the unknown.

The less you know,
the less you feel,

become abstract
and fly into the worlds of your words.

A walk into the sky,
on the stairways of clouds.

As she dances, the ground vibrates
and becomes a note from the music,

and the music is my brain,
stuck and connected to my heart.

So, as I breath, my heart beats,
it plays the sounds of eternity.

I step into a circle of life,
fragments of her hair
and a thousand minds.

The best title are her eyebrows,
I see my reflection in her eyeballs.

It glitters, they are full of stars,
I invite her here in my mind bar,

Take a sip of this brain stimulant,
enjoy the ride until the morning comes again.

She’s got Chinese eyes
and I drink that Chinese coffee.

It enters my mind and slowly through my veins,
I de-characterize myself and become one,
now my soul, body and mind feel like her.

If you look into a mirror on a seaside lake,
you will find your soul brushing your hair.

Your body swims into the ocean of clouds,
your mind writes the stuff you can’t realize

I wrote a pamphlet inside of a rose
when you open it, you’ll find the universe door.

There is this old man sitting in front,
he says that he is the wisdom of my soul.

See I was scared to go inside,
until the moment somebody pushed me live.

I floated inside, within a symphony.
My dreams got connected with the history,
to meditate was my only way out.

I found the music there and the answer of God,
found her sitting there transformed into a white swan.

Can you now see the soul?