Friday Fun – “2012”

Another video from my favorite guys, World Order.  In 2012, everyone was going on and on about the Mayan calendar and the end of the world, or the current cycle of existence.  A Japanese take on this, World Order, has as usual interesting moves, meaningful words.  They filmed this video in Mexico City and some surrounding areas.  Many of their moves have a bit of the ritualistic and archaic to them.  I have provided an English translation of their interpretation of the Mayan calendar and end times.  Nothing dreary or scary, but a message for balance, prayers, being aware of our past and moving towards peace and perfection.

“2012”
As the piled-up history is signaling the end,
our memories of the cycle of civilization are returning.
While we try to recall a world unknown to us,
an unknown encounter slowly appears before us.

Perfection is when we’re here
Perfection is where we’re going to
Perfection is when we’re here
Perfection is where we’re going to

Perfection is when we’re here.
Perfection is where we’re going to.
To the end of the cycle, the beginning of evolution,
and the era of the galaxy, we open our eyes,
offer up our prayers into seven directions,
and then march towards our goal of cleansing.
Perfection is when we’re here.
Perfection is where we’re going to

Someone is shouting from the other side of the rainbow bridge.
We will entrust our sense to the power of silence,
begin weaving dreams with fibers of light,
and then open the gate to that unknown world.
Perfection is when we’re here
Perfection is where we’re going to

Perfection is when we’re here
Perfection is where we’re going toPerfection is when we’re here.
Perfection is where we’re going to.
To the beginning of the end, the beginning of cleansing,
and the origin of the galaxy, we will return.
While seeing off our three octaves,
let’s savor our perfect fifths.
Perfection is when we’re here.
Perfection is where we’re going to.

完璧 – Explanation for David

sword

 

perfection is seen reflected
in the blade of my sword

greens and golds
melt on the blade
with a thin edge of blue

snow swirling,
resting, melting,
white glimmers,
now red as it reflects
early blooms of quince

blood rust, sun gold
seasons change
shades of grey

glints of starlight and full moon
in the blackness after midnight

an ever changing picture
less than two inches wide

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