Oftentimes, what we see and what we perceive diverge and many times, what we see is nothing but a lie, a dream. Time and again our heart drowns in the river of false love, seeing what is not there and unseeing what is really there.
There were times when true beauty reigned this world, when dark clouds gave birth to angels, when the sun hid behind the moon and the stars sang of galaxies unseen, when the flowers bloomed above buried bones, when stones spoke in descant tunes and when sky beheld the dying earth and cried with tears of love and grace.
But alas! Our eyes have grown old and weak and our mind young, what they beheld before with awe and pride is now nothing… but a lost dream. No longer are heard the songs of stars, no longer we see the angels born, nothing grows with splendor and pride and now moon dies beneath the sun, holding her hand for the stars, who cry with pain as her light disappears.
Where is that beauty? Where is that truth? In the statues of plaster or in the flowers of twine? In the smiles of fire or in the tears of brine? In the sky of smoke or in the earth of cotton? In the sea of thorns or in the tombs of love? Where is that purity, that perfection? All are lies, all are illusions, the beauty lies nowhere… but in ourselves, in our own souls, in our own hearts.
This world is a river of deception, to cross it we need to find the truth in ourselves for our souls are seas of deception and to see through the mist of lies, we need a heart, a heart more pure than anything, a heart on which the curtain of lie has no effect. Ah! But where do we find such purity, such perfection, such strength when all the cosmos is filled with evil and lies? When all the matter is buried in pain and misery?