Saturday, December 26, 2015

Mushrooms Shut Up

I realise that I have to keep running after talking to Alice. I need to be fit to chase the White Rabbit one day.

There are mushrooms that you are not able to see. They must be shutting up like a telescopic lens. Alright, they too are magnified so dramatically that you see them only as big pillars.

You have to have the right size accordingly. Look for a bottle marked "potion"; look for, oh no, you do not recognize mushrooms so you just cannot choose and decide to eat which side of a round mushroom.

But first of all, you must be ready at no time, for the rabbit will appear before you at anytime.

And if you meet the White Rabbit now, he will greet you "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year".

Sunday, December 20, 2015

I am a small pebble

"The more he seeks to rise into the height and light, the more vigorously do his roots struggle earthward, downward, into the dark, the deep - into evil."

Miniature mushrooms are given no time advantage to pursue the same challenge, both skyward and earthward. Strategically they go radiant, their beauties ripple the blogosphere, their traits travel eastward, westward, northward and southward.

I remain at the centre.

I am a small pebble.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Past, Present and Future

There is a mushroom that holds the clue to a dreamland. There is a spider that weaves a web of stories of the dreamland  around the mushroom.

I am searching for the mushroom.

But mushrooms live very shortly. Does this mushroom belong to the past, live in current time, or yet to emerge? The legend purportedly keeps the answer by itself.

I am still searching because my present has been misplaced, the future becomes past tense when the place might be right,  and the past which I failed to catch up is forever a hintless past.

Until the parallel lines of space and time converge, and become a H, only then we will see each other in the dreamland.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Everything is Possible

I realise that my mushroom friends are just mirroring my thought.

But then I am still doubtful whether we dream only during sleeping.

And only a physical run that we call it an exercise.

Looking at their slimness, the mushrooms must be very exhausted by having a running mind even in dreams.

And they always dream in a stand-still position.

Everything is possible in life.