Raven in flight...do i dare ask and dream? yet again i let my instincts guide me through all possibilities and facets of pure realities. For who I am is who you see...but not who I truly am.

Cute! Laughing, smiling, dreaming, hoping, realizing, flowing...letting it go...solitude, cooperation, interminglness...music, beats, sounds, drumming, bass....rhthyms of intercities, fallen words of misspelled thoughts, so I am. I think subconciously in Czech. I speak in American. I write in my own...hmmmmm. So I am. Take flight. Journey on. Lost. Searching again. Letting it all just go! Be me. Alone. FREE. just FREE. just ME! To be me is to be free. To be with you, is to be me. You are my "Cort". And I am that paradox. For I am what you dream. The dream, the illusion is the question of all sublimity. So fall on through. The Klones of everyday mundaness....my language is my own. As these words are forever a continious overflow of emotion. Of thoughts beyond simple prayer. Organized religions of baptismal Catholisim, Buddhism, Taoism, Tantra...labels. Always defining as to create some answe to questions. I'd rather question for all eternity than to find absolute truth. I find comfort in the FACT there is NO absolute truth to all that I feel, all I experience....so nice! So FREE! So ME! peace:)