non local technicalities

Everything is happening

What am I, thought N feeling, or merely that is doing the perceiving

I have been told that I was born N that I will die

Yet upon reflection, I know that these are both lies

Foolish untruths propagated by groups of do gooders trying to save the world

Yet I say it cant be done

I say there is no world to save

More so, there are countless many who are slaves to wrong thoughts

Let us change the thoughts, empty the mind N hearts, thus the world will take care of itself

We are the problem, we are the one that created them

Our wrong thinking is the root of the matter

Our thoughts N feelings influence matter, thus what we think, matters

Thus if you want to save the world, begin in your own mind N heart

For here in is the real world contained, here in can truth be explained experientially

Get out of your own way

Mystery

In the stillness, I wonder if life is a gift or an illness

Am I soul w/ a body or a body w/ a soul

Is it both, maybe it’s neither

Am I the doer or just the perceiver

Yet I see that these are just word games, merely giving the same thing different names

 

Metabolism babbling

Catastrophic catabolic coalescing, resting on conforming contingencies

Defining destructive obstructive abstractions

Delinquents relinquishing N releasing existential deficiencies

Dynasties of abnormalities, tragedies maladies N travesties

Tragic trials N tribulations, gestations proclamations, gestures N conjectures of fiercely formulated fixtures

Perfect pictures perceived precisely, presently resonantly concressently stressing needs that lead to a space unknown

A place called home like honesty

Aligned harmonically heliotropic concentric circles of duality

Resting eccentrically. Connections of light invisible like electricity

Basically visual

Infinity rests on the tip of my tongue

My breath beating a song waiting to be sung

My past present N future gather in the holy temple of my being to worship

Here I am the sum total of all of existence, nothing plus everything equals reality

Gods equation, the mathematics of creation

Sacred geometrical patterns enveloping the circumference of my perception

The field of awareness is in perfect alignment N harmony because it is

Because it was destined to be that way

Yet who am I to say what is or isn’t, for I lack all of the information, thus my conclusions are inconclusive, the definite answers are elusive

Thus I am left w/ estimations N guesses, searching open doorways in the blackness of my mind

Because of this I find that I am confined to these approximations that only lead one to appropriations that lead to something in the proximity of a truth

Not The truth, but a truth

A transient temporary ever changing flowing phenomenon

A something that can’t be grasped held contained or controlled

Because only a fool would try to hold flowing water in the palm of his hand

Hung like a

Social norms form like nooses on the nexus of my freedom

Sometimes feel awkward, sometimes just plain dumb

Is it the situation or is it exaggeration

Either could be difficult to discern in the context as confusion undermines clarity of mine

While navigating thought-forms like mine fields

Existential hop scotch on the playgrounds of infinity

We are but children in the vicinity if being

Blind like moles N bats, some of us still think the earth is flat

Yet there are powers to convert this tendency if we can observe N listen

Make the decision to release decision to let go of definitions N dictionaries

Step away from these symbolic apothecaries, we are ok, infinity is ok

We are here to play, to float in the stream, to awaken to lucidity in this dream

Trust is the word, contextually a noun N a verb

A description N a doing, a life script available for choosing

Scene one begins when you see how the one pretends to be the many

Many becomes many more N soon becomes nothing N nothing soon becomes something again

The universe never rests

Time never stops as it has never started

This is the way back to galactic center

This is the son rising again

 

True

I am the truth

Even though my I is a lie

I am that, I am he

I have come to say that I have come

Thus what will be done, will be done

My will or The will is the current which guides my being

I am afloat in the everything, in the nothing

Matter N anti matter, particles N waves, unified dualities

These technicalities form foundations on which existential proclamations are declared

Here after word is bond, before that was in the beginning was the word

But what was before the word, how were worlds created before creation

Which came first, the radio or the station

Do these pairs arise simultaneously

Like sticks leaned upon one another, these things support the symbolic tents that we build to cover our fears

Our fears of our self, our fears our self fearing our self

These things that keep us paralyzed N traumatized

These things that we demonize which they exist to be our allies

The guiding motivational factor, the script for the actor

We must ask who is doing the writing, who is directing, who is producing

The filming will take care of itself

Answers found, scenes change, yet the actor remains

Here in the after world, peace N tranquility were the tools used to negotiate peace treaties w/ dualities

Galactic alliances gathering, multi-dimensional signals were scattered N sent to all relevant recipients

Non physical forces that work on our behalf

Here in the after world the present moment is the only world, for all untruths N illusions have been seen as such

Acceptance N release have thus provided release from the aforementioned strife N struggle

Here in the now all past present N futures collide to provide an experience worthy of experience

All forces of existence intermingling in unison to the beat of the cosmos

 

Obvious

If you want the world to be different

Then you do something different

If you want the world to change

Then you change

Educate N empower yourself

Discover uncover forgotten truth

In this age of information that only thing stopping you, is you

Ancient wisdom is available for the taking

Your future is yours for the making

Use the present to learn from the past to embody the fullest of the fullness of your being

You are the composer N conductor of your own symphony

Life is music N you are the most important note in the Key of being

Let your soul blow breathe into instrument of your being

Allow your music to be heard

Endings begin

Today I end N tonight we begin

When did this start, when will it end

Can you what you’ve done to my heart

Open or closed, I am stuck in my head

 

Truth be told

Every word I’ve ever said or written has been a lie

Including the previous statement

With that being said, why do I even try to define or even draw the lines on existential map

The isness, perhaps the hows N whys are none of my business

I am that hacker looking for the backdoor of Gods operating system

Wasting time because the front door is wide open, in fact it was never closed

Rather this was an assumption that was imposed, a presupposition enforced by an abhorrent social condition

Philosophical fossils passed on like family heirlooms, yet its hard to value the treasure of a family that is an un truth, a falsehood

A situation less like paradise N more like a land fill

 

Dinner Party

Death as the appetizer, encouraging

The main course never tasted so good

Food in the form of repeated messages, a side item of significance with a slab of doubt for dessert

Full belly, empty mind, a heart in flux

A being existing, trapped in a space w/ 5 walls, a familiar place, an unfamiliar place

Lying in the unknown, the mystery has become home

Releasing emotions like rain from clouds

Energy in motion as the barometric pressure

Just right, the fruit is ripe; this crop is ready for harvest

 

Empty like full

In the eternal nothingness I find I am something

At the same time I am no one

I am available, present yet absent

A lie that is the truth

 

Wu

Sometimes a little is enough

Sometimes a lot is too much

There are times when efforting is not enough

Likewise, there are times when non action is too much

 

Chaos as my concubine

Truth w/ out fear

Words spoken, even if no one hears

Its okay, either way

Like that who is to say

What is right or wrong

Because all along, it always has been N always will be

A matter of psychology

A game of word play, conceptual fore play

Creating a reality tunnel through which infinity will funnel

This bottle neck is where perceiver N perceived intersect

This cross section is this missing connection

The yoga, the union, the fusion of opposites

Integral pieces of the universal composite

 

Linguini

Demonstrating orchestrating communicating apocalyptic symphonies

Harmonic symphonic synchronicities

Synchronistically stylistically mythically sorting restoring space time data teleporting to other dimensions instigating revolutions of institutions delegating delegations of proclamations proclaiming the pros n cons of creation

Constantly creating consciously N professionally progressively progressing aggressively through suppressive regimes of suppression N depression of the divinity resting n residing in all manifestations of the divine spiritual essence, essentially the present moment

Presently N thought out all times beyond all trivial menial N mundane lives drawn on the physical plane resolving to dissolve into being solving equations of confusion thusly solutions proven proficiently efficiently excellently N excellingly propelling evolution

Execution of ascension into dimensions w/out tension or apprehension, simply simplicity existentially existing w./out resisting dissolution, persistently  persisting to the shores beyond resisting redundancies or profundities

How many times can the truth be heard before it turns to an annoyance, sucked dry of the life force that hence forth had given it the charge of attraction, the appeal to reveal what was once hidden lying the unknown beyond what can be told rather resting in what can only be shown, a flight that cant be charted, only flown above the clouds of what was previously allowed, shrouded in the shadows of these possibilities that possibly retarded out journeys into regions uncharted

The darkness of death, the infinitude of breath unbreathed

An immortal fetus unconceived

 

How

How can I express your beauty fully

To try would be to strive foolishly

For this is a task that can’t be done

This is a song that can’t be sung

Ohm

God damn you are that something or other, that wind blowing sands uncovering relics of forgotten lands, artifacts where by discovering enacts N casts spells of a love unseen or heard in ages

Fairy tales N myths appearing like monoliths signaling evolutionary changes

Sings of times past N yet to come

Acts to done N simultaneously undone

 

Memorex

You are never dead or even completely gone

Your memory lives on

I still sing your song

My love for you last long beyond forever

How can I let go

How I can bear this, when I wish this reality weren’t so

 

2 words

Seeing but not thinking, yet having thoughts

This reality is wearing on my thoroughly

The conditioning is restricting, where is the out

Where does the doubt end

The contradictions are plenty

Neti, neti

Not this, not that

 

Trigger

Doesn’t matter what they believe

What matters is what you perceive

Through this medium you determine the matter you will receive

These are universal mechanics

The laws of creation

Your perception, your thoughts are your conception

A virgin birth, Immaculate conception

Through this you are tuning in like a radio dial to the vibrational channel of choice

Non local probabilistic information systems, interacting, exchanging, influencing

Autonomously existing the process processing the process processing itself

Self reflective paradox, paradise lost, awareness begins to spin out of control

The snake eating its own tail, the consumer consuming itself, lunch is for lunch

No escaping the real reality of non separation, still connected regardless of location

The explanation is simply is, simply succinctly, yet not concretely, as this is a truth that does not decay, likewise does not rely on the cycle of days N nights

More so a timeless truth, beyond dimensionality

This is the non, the opposite, the dark side of the moon, that which you do not see w/ the 5 senses

Likewise not found to be part of consensus reality, because this reality is reality

Thus it is not seen touch tasted or heard

something

The light that you are is seen from a far like the lightfrom a star

a beauty and transcendence transferring waves of hope tohelp those in need to cope with the negatives that feed on seeds of possibilitywhich manifest in the infinity of what you are, which is here and now where youfind your path to the goals of your soul to heal and reveal light to those whomight be in need of illumination

A teacher, a guide to help those find their way on the pathof life, the existence of possibility existing for you to realize and realignwith what you find inside

The ability to connect and redirect your energies to desiredchannels is a gift only received when you can conceive of the possibility ofyielding and surrendering to the unknown infinite possibility in which we float

We are reflections of the same light and it feels right torealize that we share the same eyes and the same sun and upon this realizationwe have only begun to see the sights that await our souls on this flight

This incarnation is only but a manifestation of ourintention to evolve and dissolve our illusions

Space and time do not separate us, these are just boundariesprojected by our minds to define us as confined to limitations

We are connected like light reflected on a mirror that isonly seen clearer when we look and unhook ourselves from the chains that bindour brains to the pain and suffering that only serves as a covering for ourtrue selves

Your selves which are your cells which are the receptors ofyour thoughts and through your thoughts you create yourself

So then what are you creating now and how are you creatingyourself to be?

Because as you sow shall you reap the benefits of acommitment to positivity and light which might be the path out of darkness

Which contrasts with starkness to the lie you’ve been soldand all the stories you’ve been told but when you’re ready you can unfold,realize your nature and realign with the divine in you continue to grow andflow with your being which can be transformed into a seeing of your desiresinterjected and intersected in reality

Because in reality you are god pretending you’re not as inthe beginning was the word and the word IS YOUR THOUGHT!

 

 

uproots

Pull up the roots of the past, transmute, transform and befree at last

Free to fall fast into the blissful sheath in a state ofdisbelief, discord, and relief

Avoiding the release into this moment and fearing what liesbeneath conscious attention, which is really only a fumbling source of tensionand anxiety caused by the need to feed attachment and fill the whole of yourrole in society

Fearing to take things lightly you cling and cling and singthe song of fear because you feel you don’t belong here, displaced and out ofplace, a stranger in a strange world

Alone and afraid in a world you never made, but you did notcome into this world you came out of it, much like a tree grows out of theground its been found that you are a similar process, a success of naturalunfolding, an upholding of higher intelligence

So then if you can see that you are like a tree that moveswith out roots but instead with legs, which begs the question of how you canfeel the desperation of separation once you find yourself to be a manifestationof the divine vibration, no longer a remote isolated being but just a note inthe cosmic symphony

So cast way disgrace and embrace your role in the goal ofunion through communion with the all and undo the fall of man which onlyresulted when you forgot the plan of who and what you are

It’s all you through and through, the same energy, theinfinite loop of the quantum soup of limitless infinite possibility, one wholeharmonic symphonic synchronous synchronicity

So then now you have a start if you can see that thou atthat, tat tvam asi

 

destruction of past construction

The destruction of past constructions leads to a rebirth offirst perception

Free of the deception of identity, free of the distractionof abstraction, free of space time

Small mind merging with big mind forming a new identityfound in infinity, in resonance with divinity, the presence present in allthings that brings life to order

Dissolving the border between seeing dreams and reality asseparate finalities

Now a star is born and a smile is worn as a new form is createdabove the clouds of division that cloud the vision at the beginning ofascension to a higher dimension

Just full attention on the extinction of distinction, nodiscrepancy, just ecstasy in the free fall of merging with all

 

tree of life

The smoke hits my lungs and now I’ve begun to feel a senseof relief, a temporary suspension of belief, another dimension of freedom, anew found sensitivity to a higher sense of flexibility, both emotionally andintellectually

Physically more in touch, more in tact, and further awayfrom the abstract

So I renew my contract with the tree of life and contact ofanother realm free of strife, free of the 3 confining dimensions of life

No longer feeling the drag of the lag between my mind andspace time as I align with divine design and find harmony in the freefall ofcosmic orbit

Unifying with the all, self disappears, and with it all myfears, my past and all the illusions at which I grasped

So instead I clasp my hands in together in prayer andperceive another layer of random unorganized order, in tandem with the cosmicdance, the trance of unity, the trinity of divinity, the father, the sun, andthe holy ghost of which I find I align with the most

So as I close this rhyme I find not much time has passed butnow I’ve noticed the remotest of things among dreams and it seems now ill nevergo back, never subtract, nor construct a fact to obstruct the energy climbingmy back and coiling up my spine, the cosmic source of the heavenly elixir ofineffable design

 

 

go beyond

Refine, recreate, redefine and make yourself again

Transmit, transform, and transcend the norm of your pastform

Rise above, go beyond, and see yourself again

 

Raining profanities

I refrain from the profane and make the commitment toabstain from resentment

I make the decision to live a life with out division, arevision of my vision of this dimension

An abstention from contention and an embracing of a lifewith out competition

A profession and confession of power fertilizing the flowerof my higher self, planting roots in fertile ground, harmonizing with the innersound

That which can only be found by going with in, a processthat can only begin with a recess from the ego that fragments the soul andlimits the benefits of breathing the breath of a life that grooms the treewhose blooms are seen when the choice is made to be free, to let go and just be

To initiate that which will liberate from karmic fate andgenerate peace of mind

To uplift to a new place and put a permanent smile upon theface, the cosmic giggle, the cosmic grin that begins to shine as the kundaliniunwinds and rises up the spine to refine the essence that is the concrescenceof the levity of brevity

 

Who no’s?

I now know why I’ve come as I’ve found the harmony in allthose songs I’ve sung

This has all happened before and it will all happen again

Everywhere I’ll ever go is everywhere I’ve already been

Standing on the shore of infinity watching waves of timerise and fall high and low as circular reflections of this dimension,demonstrating the cosmic dance, the cosmic distraction reveals itself to openand perceptive eyes that provide the translation of these vibrations

Maya manifesting, magically suggesting the strange loop, thedouble bind of space time, the vacuum of mind, the launch pad found deepinside, that is to say way out, far out beyond the hopes and dreams and scenesI cling to and all that I’ve been through has been a long time coming intobeing

The seeing and freeing of the whole universe being bornagain, resurrected and infected with rapturous bliss that can’t be dismissedfor the ego is now below that which has to fruition and actualized by intentionfueled by the superstition of self to self realize and self surprise

To rise again, to see the end and see there is no where elseto go and when else to be but grounded here in infinity

So I say goodbye and try to express all that I feel as Iundress and peel off this dead shell to board the vessel and depart forextrasensory interplanetary galactic hyper-proto-space travel

 

Empty hands

How can you cling to what you can’t get rid of?

How can you get rid of what you can even grasp?

You draw lines and think you understand but all you’re doingis painting a picture, unaware of the artist with brush in hand

 

Drowning excuses

Excuse me while I drown in negativity and stunt my abilityfor humanity

Under my vest lies an empty chest, a black hole thatreplaced my soul

This time around I choose to frown and make my life short,to contort my physicality and destroy my spirituality

I’m void of feeling elation, I hinder relation by buildingan emotional wall of defense

TV numbs so I don’t have to feel, so I kneel in front of theidiot box and drown in negativity

I conform to the norm of complacency, devoid of decency I’mleft as merely a consumer

You see I’m in touch with infinity through my unquenchablethirst and my unsatisfiable appetite, so I consume and consume to fill the voiduntil there’s no room left for love

So I eat meat and try to stay off my feet, I repeat thosefeats I’ve been programmed with, those chains ingrained in my brain that bindme to death

 

Here and now is how

Look no further and you’ll discover what you seek anduncover the discreet

The whole world around you is a mirror, a reflection of yourconstruction, how can it not be clearer?

It is there, and it’s been looking for you all along, justwaiting for you to see the infinity of which you are

There is no need to try even though the hardest place to gois right where you are now

The shortest trip to make and the fastest journey you’llmake is that one from then to now

Once you figure out how you’ll know just where to go andcease to waver to and fro

So take this time to align with the divine, realize andactualize your prize, your gift of a swift and effortless drift down the cosmicstream, your time in this timeless dream

 

Verbose pluralisms

Love is a verb, the only word that will disturb and perturbyour shell of negativity

When you learn to discern between you’ll find a greatersensation of what is real

Between self and other you’ll discover a dream of your creationserving for your own elation, the uplifting of your being showing up as afeeling of seeing a reality void of plurality

 

Tree of life 2

I’ll enliven and energize your chakras, from your muladharato your sahashrara

From your root to your crown, I’ll erase your frown andactivate anandamaya kosha

Bringing into your tridosha ayurvedic calisthenics,bioenergetic methods of genetic engineering commandeering your DNA

Taking control of the cosmic play the benefactor of a factorof infinite proportions destroying distortions and clearing the way for a newday to begin as the kundalini ascends from the base of the spine to the crownof your mind

Reaching your brain you realize reality will never be thesame

 

Characteristics

I’m just a character in your dream playing my part, just amirror reflecting what you’re projecting with consciousness, but less is morewhen you score and carve your place among stars and heal the scars of the paston the fast track of all that will last

As a star is born, a new mask is worn with a new identityformed as the castration of separation is cast away and replaced by the graceof knowing that you are only a flowing cosmic energy, a union of dualisticcontingencies consisting of the resilience to cast and form new filaments of freshconstituents that were once viewed as other

Freed from the bounds of greed of self deluded needs thatfeed the confusion and cause the illusion of isolation in a desolation ofdesperation

The need to know, to see and grow, to reveal the lie thatlies inside and lurks behind those selfish intentions to contend and defendyour definitions of limited dimensions

So give up the fight, surrender, and let go to unite withlife

Forget the observer that floats as the preserver of thedelusion confining your consciousness to suffering

 

Choosing
Why choose on over another and disrupt your brother andremain caught in the duality that hides reality?

Lifting the veil of illusion, dissolving confusion andfusing with pure being of white light enveloped in sensations that brighten thefaculties of realizations of ever present actualities and abnormalities ofexperience that defy the cry of left brain bound thinking and experiencing

Subtracting abstraction from the equation equates theconsciousness outside 3-d space to face experience naked, stripped and barelike a child in primal ignorance, no contrivance, just timeless essence

 

Gifted givings

I’ve been given a gift to lift my spirits

A vision to free my soul from the prison of mind, I draw theline in the sand and my raise my hand to pump my fist in declaration that Iwont be a victim of this, I will resist, I will subvert and convert, transformto shape shift and uplift this catapult of a revolt against the sins that beginto ascend and wind around my neck to check the flow of oxygen flowing into mybrain

I take care of the pure air that is infusing my lungs and Ihave only begun to sing the tune that will soon consume the sound I found thatdeafens my ears

I have now only begun to see the sun, to face and embracethe light that shines away the night, that reveals the truth and peels thenoose I’ve worn around my neck for so long, so long to this constriction of adriving conviction to live a life near death

I put fear to rest and rest in knowing I have been shown asomething worth showing, a something that can’t be defined or confined towords, to verbs and nouns inadequate for something so profound, a somethingthat can only be found by not looking forms the foundation of the cessation ofagitation, a commiseration of unfathomable gesturing, a pestering of boundariesand definitions that serve as limitations limiting expression of what is, whatis here and now in the present presents a gift to uplift and catapult thisrevolt against the bolts and chains and shackles that tackle and fragment thefilament of existence, augmenting the resistance of dissolving and solving theproblems that present themselves at all the right or wrong times that arelurking and searching for a route to gain clout and rain doubt in our minds

So in closing of this unfolding I prostrate and create averbal metaphor, a metalinguistic neuroprogram that consists of a twist ofwords created to serve as shrine for the light that shines and illuminates andcreates a future to embrace that which can only be found by facing now andrealizing that realigning is the only way how

 

Breathing

I breathe a breath of life and think twice about the feelingof death living in my chest

I confess my distress and embrace the fear I have yet toface in this place called reality channeled through this physicality

This vehicle, this vessel hums and drums as I wrestles withthe notion of my own disappearing, causing a commotion appearing and nearingcompletion, deleting and eating away at the forms that formed the delay of theinevitable raising of the level of my consciousness

A reluctance resulting from the transforming of perceptionof identifying with an illusory conception, a reflection of deception deceivingmy self from conceiving of a higher goal of receiving greater energy into mysoul

As I smile to the sun and wave to the moon I balloon thiscocoon and explode into the stars to realize my place among them

I shape and shift my form to reform again to being again toreincarnate and take what’s mine

To realign and find the real, the only that which willreveal the truth which I seek as a sleuth, like a detective detecting thatwhich is projecting the reality experienced and felt with the asteroid belt Iwear around my waist to provide the power to face my fears, to praise and cheerto raise and harmonize with the prize of here and now

 

Hmm…

A bumbling and fumbling of a funneling of being born andsworn to an existence of secrecy, consisting of a commitment to decency to myfellow man who unfolds the plan of the land of the free and brave, no longer aslave to hunger, no more just a number in the mass equation calculated for aprofit to fatten the pockets of corporate masters creating disasters among thepeople who can’t see through the game and realize the profane nature of theventure to gain and capitalize on anything and everything

Toying and destroying the creations of natural intentionsand replacing them with artificial conventions that create a hell to disgracethe lives only lived for a prize and by putting a price on our head we’realready dead, a blunder putting us 3 free under, half way to six, but stillthere is time to fix the problems that only exist till we solve them

 

Karmic Sponge

I’m your karmic sponge, here to absorb your built upnegativity, coupled with your insecurity and immaturity you explode and unloadyour abusive nature

I’m your empty mirror, I’ll reflect what you choose tointerject

Your fragmented abstractions function as efficientdistractions for you injured soul

You find comfort in the grave that is your life, maintainingthe walls of your coffin at every turn you distinguish your boundaries

Your dedication to suffocation is admirable but misguided

Your roots are deep in the past while your denial takes holdof your present

Presently distinctions define your existence while you existonly to serve your past which flows through the constricted vessels where lifeused to be before death became the only thing you know and all you know is whatyou’ve been sold, so then that makes you a good buyer

Well cash in your material pride and have another coke tochoke your life force away Have another coffee, have another steak, and put itall in the place where you heart once was

 

Sat Nam

I am that who was, is, and will be

The Tree in a union of divinity

Like my spine as I align ida and pingala

Sun and moon soon unite as pairs of opposites mutually ariseas the breath of life rises in my chest

I am the union of heaven and earth, of death and rebirth ofthe first and last

I plant dreams in the fertile fields of being, as being isreborn and masks are worn to hide the truth and protect the innocent fromrealizing the ground in which they plant their souls

I shine the light that shines 7 ways and illuminates thedays to keep the cycles in motion to provide the commotion for distraction

 

File sharing (P2P)

File this smile way in a place other than my face

In another part with in my heart to consume the immunity tothe phonetic energetic exchange between the deranged

Out of the range of the flames that burn and inhibitdiscernability and exhibit emissions of symbolic transmissions that transmuteand refute conscious intentions of hyper dimensions

Free from the tensions of fixations that fixate upondistortions of perceptual and existential distractions

Reflections of connections of self and other that uncover areality free of triviality and technicality

The reemergence of the resurrection of Christ likeconception, the cosmic egg that rolled off the ledge of limitation and fellinto the portal of initiation into immortality

 

Who is it?

A wind and tree join to move together and there is a witnesswho denies seeing himself blowing along

A thought arises and floats by like a cloud in the sky

The witness grasps and strives for one to hang on to butonly comes away empty handed

In the emptiness lies the possibility of fullness to berealized but the witness fails to realize this with his real eyes

The sounds of birds singing arise from silence to vibratethe aural interceptors into the on state and the witness takes notice, butfails to realize the relationship of sound/silence

Much like foreground/background and the on/off of his senseorgans that organize the vibrations that pulsate and demonstrate an energeticdance

A play of opposite fluidly shifting balance and harmony, amutual interdependent arising set of pairs that see saw till infinity

The witness chooses one over the other and chooses what hewill notice

That is what is noteworthy, and ignores that which is itsopposite, thus being ignore-ant

In his choosing he swims up stream against the current,struggling to get one up on life, committing to a life of a suffering

A wind and tree join to blow together and there is a witnesswho says THAT’S ME!

A thought arises and echoes way like the wake of a ship,like a sound giving way to silence

There is no witness there, just a process of flowing change,a union of opposites that on the surface appear different but underneath areactually one

This and that play tricks and games to disguise their unity

They love to dance just to see how carried away and far outthey can get

Because deep down they know the circularity of their processand that all extremes lead back to the same place

And to learn this is to only remember again

To forget again is to dance and dance and play the multitudeof games available on this spectrum of vibration where all is singing

ALL IS IMPERMANENT! ALLIS WITH OUT SELF! AWAKEN FROM YOUR DREAM ANDDREAM AWAKE!

 

now i know why bears like honey

 

i took a walk with an old friend

 and took a trip backin time

when i was a kid i used to run down hills just for the funof it

and then run as fast i could right back up it

 except now runninghad been done

so i rolled down the hill like a ball

 i got dirty but thatwas part of the journey

i had no plan for self improvement and no goals to worktowards

 it seemed like icould just do things with out say if this then that

what happend to that mind

 but then i waswalking home and i thought i smelled cookies baking in someones house

 and i thought i heardfrogs singing but it was only a garage door closing

 i saw three trees soi walked a path in between them all with out knowing why or where

i saluated and said farewell to my tree brothers and decidedi need to find some cookies

so i ate some raw cacao, raw cashews, and raw honey

and digging the honey out of the jar i realized i know whybears like honey

maybe this answers my question

Mother-fucker

The earth is not our dumpster

Our mother is dying N we continue to fuck her

Because of this we all suffer

Habits unsustainable like fossil fuels, yet we ignore this

We need new tricks like old dogs, we are the fools

We ignore this obvious fact; like that we are trapped in a decaying ancient archaic paradigm

Misaligned N confined to the limitations of past perceptions, which are now relatively misconceptions N deceptions,
misconstruing the truth

Like that we are aloof, out to lunch, out of touch w/ the truth, look around for the proof

Concrete jungles, polluted air, demineralized soil, polluted waters, animals slaughtered

For what?

The common good, which rather appears as a depraved shell of what could would N should be

Yet few see this, yet more are seeing this, yet more are changing this

Because one turns to a few, a few to many N soon this minority is plenty to make a change

A shift to sustainability N this ability is all it takes

Because it begins w/ one, one is how all change begun

To see this illustrated look at the power of the sun, it is alone, is has no other

Yet it provides more than enough N much more we’ve yet to discover

You too are like this; you have that power to share warmth light live N sustenance w/ all

This is your mission, heed the call

For the sake of

 

Who appointed you savior

How do you exhibit such behavior

What is your rationalization

By this what is your proclamation

Through your declarations I wonder what you are declaring

What is it that you wish you were sharing with us

It seems as though there were some under lying issue you wish to discuss

Foundationally I can’t see what you are trying to be

Where does your truth reside

I look in you N lies are all I can find

Behind this mask, beyond these walls are where you hide

Yet like all untruths you must decay

Although you do your all to delay this occurance

I can see with assurance that this is inevitable

You never seem to think twice

Self appointed Christ

You came save N heal

But peel back a few layers of lies N see the truth revealed

You think you’ve got it all figured in

Yet soon you will begin to see

Everything you know is a lie

A conditioned response

Everything right has been lost

Undo yourself N see

That really everything you need is free

Snuffle uffle guess

The pain never leaves, though sometimes it does sleep

Death is always an option like an old friend

A pair of shoes worn time and time again

Incarnations endlessly cycling recurring repetitiously

Surreptitiously harmonizing scrutinizing distinguishing extinguishing the distinctions between living N trying, surrendering N dying

A candle that’s wick has run out, likewise a mind filled with doubt

The pain never leaves, though sometimes it does sleep

Lingering on, hanging on, hanging around

Pretending to be someone who’s smile has been found

The charade is up N has been revealed

The play is over N this lie can no longer be concealed

The beast never leaves, although sometimes it does sleep

In its tracks it leaves a depression, an expression of some kind of hell

Like living a life at the bottom of an empty well

Circular blackness surrounds on all sides, circumference is an infinity of aloneness

Isolation in its totality, born in a hole, alone, leaving N dying, in circular grave, alone

Like that no one really cares, the thoughts they get in the way of this

The illusions persist and fill the minds N hearts, that empty space where in love could have been placed, like that gift you never got on Christmas morning, santa is coming

There is no rescue team, no search party has been dispatched

You are out here on this ocean alone, floating

The beast, though he may sleep, is sure to be that anchor pulling you down into the depths of blackness

You are out here alone, shipwrecked

You must find our own raft

No one cares, no one is coming to the rescue

Life will continue, with or with out you

So i got my first professional massage today and it was quite the experiance. I was sure to dose up on the wild reishi and other shen tonics before the session so that i would be nice and calm and relaxed. Lets just say i feel as though i have been reborn and that during the time that lapsed i forgot who i was. What i was was simply awareness, a dense thought form attached to an eye, seeing through an i.
 
I realized every few mins or so, well it could easily been 10-20 mins, that i was drooling, luckily i was face down on the table so no one could see. There were many knots and balls of tension dug out and thus released from my upper back and neck. I am thankful for this.  I will be back again next week. i will be getting these reguraly to work out and release these knots of density stuck in my musclature. For i need not these anymore.

I thoroughly love massage and i intend to someday learn and perfec this art myself and become officially certified.  Much respect to those out there that are already doing this.