Pandora's box just wont open. Why must it resist me? My grip too tight, too loose?

I don't like secrets I can't tell...

What am I not seeing? Perhaps if I see with different eyes? But he who has eyes to spare will have no sight at all... but many are blind and don't know it anyway...

Ugh. Circular reasoning. Circle the world so many times, eventually one realizes they are only turning circles...

And all of a sudden I feel like a piece of furniture. I've never liked where I am in this room but I wont change the arrangement because people are counting on moving me themselves.

Dependency makes slaves of us all...

Sometimes I ask my camera to gobble up what's before me and spit it out with a different force, in a different colour, inside a different frame. But then I remember that pictures are merely reproductions of the real thing. But, it's not like I've ever acted as if anything was real in the first place, any captured moment is just another shard of dream scape hoping to cut me so I bleed with the belief...

Just a shame I've forgotten how to see in red.

Wont someone shake the muse tree and bring a pretty one on top of me?

As if I am fooling anyone with pseudo-indecisiveness. Confusion, I dare say, is and always will be my muse... I'm just a tad possessive of it, that would explain why I am always vague about what exactly it does to me... but what else is mine and mine alone?

How far is confusion-night from Illumination-light?  
It is as far as man's doubting mind and man's loving heart.

~

You want to escape the confusion   
That you see before you.  
I tell you, you will never be able
To escape the outer confusion  
Unless and until  
You have escaped the inner confusion.  
And the inner confusion  
Is your continuous doubt-indulgence.

~

Confusion-night boasts,    
Aspiration-day cries.
Realisation-sun destroys confusion-night
And manifests God-Height
On earth.

~

Attractions,
Repulsions
And  
Contradictions  
All live in the selfsame
Confusion-cave.

~

If you want to solve   
All the confusion-problems
Of your mind,  
Then resolve to live
Inside the illumination
Of your heart-sky.

And what if your heart is tethered?

[I suppose talking in riddles doesn't help but I've never been a practioner of convention(al medicine). No spoon full of sugar for this girl! I don't like to believe that's a problem and maybe that's the problem?]