Sunday, June 7, 2015

O

ahhh, the story of being a human in an animal's world.

Humans love their stories.

They love to tell them, love to read them, love to be them.

And some days, in between stories, they may stop and take a breath.

Without this story, without this sense, what is left?

And there, in that moment, they may see self as it is.

An understanding that no story can depict... until experienced.

When all stories that surround you are as real as they are lived

in this moment... that begs to share its essence storyless

but in this breath, in this depth,

there is nothing more to say....

Before a story has already begun again to play.

Just another story to be read and tossed away.


ahhh, the story of being a human in an animal's world.


Thursday, February 3, 2011

Question

Piecing together words that seem to fit
In a puzzle of a picture of a dream imprint
Diligently digging deeper in depths of essence
Drawing out my spirit from this questioned canvas

As these words have magic to heal or damage
I scramble to manage this mangled language
To unscramble an answer, to banish the anguish
Over the immortal question of this present sentence
What is dreamt within these senses
So dependent on perception
How to express in true intention
Just the message, no deception
So much lost in the translation
Forsaken, severed relations
Minds missing, spirits vacant
Behind this miscommunication
Peace of mind is waiting
A ways in, awaken

Keep piecing
Keep peace-in

Keep piecing together words that seem to fit
In a puzzle of a picture of a dream imprint
Diligently digging deeper in depths of essence
Drawing out my spirit from this questioned canvas

In the screaming silence
Dreaming an alliance of senses
Entwined in-between these lines and tenses
Inside this vibrance arises
Thoughts inner rhyme
Caught in poetry lines
Where I was taught to find an outlet
From the violence, from the tyrants
From the sirens blasting just behind us

In defiance I went silent
Pensive, introspective
Hence this invented sentence
Via weapons the pen gives
To vent vivid vengeance
Against this self dissonance

Reawakened, clearheaded
Meditating within question
Let’s see how far we can stretch this
Cosmic mind over matter
Mind over matter
Over matter over mind

I scramble to manage this mangled language
To unscramble an answer, to banish the anguish
Over the immortal question of this present sentence

In the screaming silence
Dreaming an alliance of senses
Entwined in-between these lines and tenses

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

The Dreamers

The Dream and the Dreamer walk out of their oneness together

as the Dreamer desires to share the Dream with an Other.


And so the Other is given form

yet is no more than a mirror

until the Dreamer separates from the Dream

lets go of control

and so allows free will to form

for the Dream and the Dreamer

no longer all as One.


And so the Dreamer fell

and so the Dreamers find themselves.


And so the Dreamers find themselves

within the body of the Dream

sharing the mystery

sharing the unknown

as the Dream, now split apart,

has taken on a solid form.

A reality that the dreamers

now only have a partial hold.

A Dream no longer shifting

to the whims of One alone.

And so they find the beauty of uncertainty

as mortal bodies of an immortal dream.


And so the Dreamers fell

And so the Dreamers find themselves

as mortal bodies of an immortal dream.


In a universe, a world, where a story can begin

a story forever manifesting

as the Dreamers find themselves

sharing in each other's everything

as mortal bodies of an immortal dream.


The Dream and the Dreamers walk out of their oneness together

in our inevitable desire to dream and fall for each other


in and out of reach

in and out of sleep

in and out we breathe


as we surrender to life


as mortal bodies of an immortal dream.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Hand in Hand

One
Cannot see
If different sides exist
Within pure darkness

A dimension
With no limits
Immeasurable-
Height
Width
Depth
Distance

As yin and yang
Spin and dance
Together
Hand in hand

Holding
Timeless
Feeling
With nothing
Beyond their grasp

Cradling
Omniscient energy
Forged by this force of
Eternal intimacy

As this source of life
Delivers forth all form
With the birth of Light

As yin and yang
Hand in hand
Spin and dance
With appearance

 Balancing
Night with day
In light rays
Unto one
Perfect
Equilibrium

Beholding
Eye to eye
The sight of truth
As light reflects
 On Love

One
Cannot see
If different sides exist
Within pure love's
Omnipotence

A dimension
With no limits
Immeasurable-
Height
Width
Depth
Distance

As yin and yang
Hand in hand
Spin and dance
Immortal dreams
In union
Holding true
Through
Darkness
Through
Light
One side is left
And decidedly right
- All-ways of
-Love -








Friday, June 6, 2008

Visions of the Word

How many lives does it take

Before we understand our Word?

How many words does it take

Before we understand our Life?


A life in a Word

Alive in a feeling

Lives in a form

Survives in the meaning


Visions of the Word

Words of the vision

Word created worlds

Worlds translate written


Lives before perception

Arrives before truth

Exists tastes of reality

Although never the proof


Lives before words

Entered our worlds

Took over as tools

And ushered their rule


Pictured scriptures

Immortal structures

Nurtured cultures

Envisioned order


A bond left

Beyond death

As long as time

Belongs inside


Words before lives

In our worlds of archives

Exponential lifetimes

Only words will describe



Pictured scriptures

Immortal structures

Nurtured cultures

Envisioned order


As verse occurred

Reworked and rehearsed

Reverbed in records

Reinsured in life’s Word


A bond left

Beyond death

As long as time

Belongs inside


These words endured

Relearned as new birth

Returned to resource

And further spiral their course



A life in a Word

Alive in a feeling

Lives in a form

Survives in the meaning


Visions of the Word

Words of the vision

As Word created worlds

Worlds can be rewritten


As right words write worlds into light

Takes hold, shapes souls into flight

Just as Hinduism’s huge influence

Illuming humans’ pursuance

Of the undivided truth

Awaking movements in unison

As true visions of Buddhism

Break through the illusions of dualism



As right words write worlds into flight

Creates hope, shapes souls into light

Just as Plato evolved the Sophistical

Philosophic physicals

And all that is literal

Just as the far reaches of Jesus

Teaches biblical visibles

In parables wrote ancient ages ago

And still to this day grow, to pave roads

A way forwards

A way for words

To word towards

The fruition of religion

Branching dimensions of Ascension

Climbing perceptions of the Heavens


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My photo
Everyone is a book
Daily writing their stages
Introducing their character
And maybe sharing some pages.