Suffering Astrid | AEON

I Before Beginning Without End II Be As Wind, Omnipresent in its Vastness III Lastingness and Deathlessness IV Soreuinthesun V Lunar Dream Star Glitter VI Visions of Desolation VII Sunsets Promise VIII Remembering a Funeral Procession in the Village of Watermills

Externalize yourself Expose to the landscape Shed the shroud of painful burden Exercise jolly forgetfulness Be as wind, omnipresent in its vastness Spare yourself of anything

drink from the Ones cup the essence of immortal origin think immortal, on Light your Reason lay, with Mind contemplate the things that are make thyself like unto God think thyself deathless You are the image of the Sun like Cosmos - with no birth in time, that ever is, ever in prime of life, and ever young ever-restore, transcend all time

you walk miles with solitude of yours

the birds are flying away till they disappear over the crimson horizon

the wind gently lays its chill touch upon your cheek

you wonder if you will be on time or if that sunshine is the end of your journey

are you ready to go now?

The middle man Even if you have already packed your life into bags, And await the interstellar hearse to take you away, looking out of the window at the sunset-sunken path, you have to know that even if considering all the above, that you are ready to depart, it will possibly not be your end. Even if you feel the cold wind coming towards you, you have to know that the end you find to be true will possibly turn out not the stage that is your last. Your resounding being, just as is preceded, so is followed by another unknown. All your sorrows and pains add up to nothing in particular, apart from the value you deem it to possess in your life-creating. Obviously, Death will be life-changing. However, until then, we might as well continue to immerse ourselves in pain-driven demeanours; yet do not forget to weep sometimes

with joy to celebrate your middle stage, irrespective of what day it is: say the first day, somewhere in between, or the last one, as each of them constitutes your middle stage; thus inhale and exhale your middleness. If you walk wide and think light; or walk as if crawling and think as if in agony, then do not forget to celebrate - pay your respects to Nothing and to Anything. Lastingness and forgetfulness; Necessity and Aeons Cosmos.

Where are my passions in amethyst clad? Are they constituents of never-ending cycles predestined upon my birth, or my own unique treasure here and now, carved out of the Natures wonders? Am I autonomous or the element of the order to be repeated under the second Gods eternal measurements?

I see somewhere with my minds eyes that Death wont be the loss of me, only a dissolution

I am cosmos of frame divine Life that cannot die and yet a life that dies -There, where shines clear Light, of every darkness clean

Self-portrait July 2013 ///Bruno Janiszewski sufferingastrid@gmail.com /// Mawa/Toru 2013