It feels like an eternity.
Time goes round and round until
we wait no longer for its infinity.
We circle around, circle back in time,
back far enough to see the back of our heads.
It's science they say,
it's the way the universe works.
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
Monday, August 14, 2017
Reference
I answer the questions as honestly as I can
Without knowing anything about the beginning, the middle or the end.
There is no point of reference
To begin to comprehend.
Without knowing anything about the beginning, the middle or the end.
There is no point of reference
To begin to comprehend.
Friday, August 11, 2017
Look!
Look!
Just ... look!
Realize how beautiful it is
How complicated it is
The wonder of creation!
- the Book of Job
Just ... look!
Realize how beautiful it is
How complicated it is
The wonder of creation!
- the Book of Job
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
I am an Ocean
The Ocean -
she is full of tears.
She remains
as she appears.
She appears to be
laughing,
inviting, me
to take part in the dance.
The movement.
Shed a tear
in her,
and I shall laugh
with her.
---
At times it seems the only way out is through tears. Even when you don't know what the tears are associated with, they need to come out. They'll set you free. You will then be able to dance and sing and join in the world's laughter. You will be elevated.
So join her. Join the ocean in tears, tears of pain and laughter and all that is within her.
she is full of tears.
She remains
as she appears.
She appears to be
laughing,
inviting, me
to take part in the dance.
The movement.
Shed a tear
in her,
and I shall laugh
with her.
---
At times it seems the only way out is through tears. Even when you don't know what the tears are associated with, they need to come out. They'll set you free. You will then be able to dance and sing and join in the world's laughter. You will be elevated.
So join her. Join the ocean in tears, tears of pain and laughter and all that is within her.
Monday, July 17, 2017
Musica
Music! Music.
Music fills my heart. Seeing music live fills my heart with gratitude, desire, fulfillment, understanding, empathy, love for the people who make it, who want to be heard, who express themselves to the fullest and show others they can do the same.
I admire the time they've put into their music. There are so many things we can do with our time, and using it in the midst of music, mostly in solitude, is a difficult choice for me (and I wonder if it is for them). So, I appreciate those who put in that time. The effort. The time spent alone. The growth, the sharing of their craft. The retreat so they may come out with a big bang and be the fullest version of themselves. Showcase their amazing gift to the world.
Music fills my heart. Seeing music live fills my heart with gratitude, desire, fulfillment, understanding, empathy, love for the people who make it, who want to be heard, who express themselves to the fullest and show others they can do the same.
I admire the time they've put into their music. There are so many things we can do with our time, and using it in the midst of music, mostly in solitude, is a difficult choice for me (and I wonder if it is for them). So, I appreciate those who put in that time. The effort. The time spent alone. The growth, the sharing of their craft. The retreat so they may come out with a big bang and be the fullest version of themselves. Showcase their amazing gift to the world.
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Always Arriving
Perhaps we're all riding our own wave, and meet at intersections. Points in space and time when we discover each other, for a short moment or a lifetime, where we notice each other and attend each other's mentality but eventually must fade back into our own. A big web, constantly flowing, arriving, leaving, witnessed, unnoticed.
"The idea is to remain in a constant state of departure, while always arriving". -- Boat Car Guy, Waking Life
"The idea is to remain in a constant state of departure, while always arriving". -- Boat Car Guy, Waking Life
Fuzzy
I'm going to begin with why.
Why has the magic of my youth faded away?
Why does the magic slowly fade, like a distant memory, like a lucid dream I swear could have been reality?
Why does my mind so drastically shift as I grow into adulthood (am I there yet)?
Why must the years erode my love for wonder, my faith in the unknown, my trust in another?
Why why why? So many Whys.
It's like my surroundings solidify as I grow up. They're kind of transparent throughout my childhood, and become fuzzy as a young teenager, and for a while it seems I can shift and control that fuzziness and make it do whatever I want. I can enter it with my mind and my insides, I can blend in with the fuzzy and take a ride on the fuzzy waves. But then I reach a point where it's all solid, suddenly, changing states from gaseous to liquid to solid in just a few years. The more dense the matter around me becomes, the more dense time becomes; it's more real, it takes more control over my life, and I have a hard time avoiding it. Time was spacious when I was growing up, and now it is this dense, solid, ticking-tocking sound, that guides me through my days.
Believing in the incredible has now become work. INCREDIBLE: Where our beliefs are suspended for a moment. Suspending the mind's understanding to give way to the heart and soul's understanding of the world. Believing in this unbelievable, in the incredible, brings about more mystery in my life, more unexplainable events. If I am aware of one mystery, I start to climb the ladder to the higher mysteries of life.
But no, I should not dare go up that ladder anymore. I may lose sight of the solid ground below my feet, my concrete goals, my vision for the grand scheme of my life!
There has to be a way to hold on to this solid while swimming in the current of the spacious particles. There has to be.
Why has the magic of my youth faded away?
Why does the magic slowly fade, like a distant memory, like a lucid dream I swear could have been reality?
Why does my mind so drastically shift as I grow into adulthood (am I there yet)?
Why must the years erode my love for wonder, my faith in the unknown, my trust in another?
Why why why? So many Whys.
It's like my surroundings solidify as I grow up. They're kind of transparent throughout my childhood, and become fuzzy as a young teenager, and for a while it seems I can shift and control that fuzziness and make it do whatever I want. I can enter it with my mind and my insides, I can blend in with the fuzzy and take a ride on the fuzzy waves. But then I reach a point where it's all solid, suddenly, changing states from gaseous to liquid to solid in just a few years. The more dense the matter around me becomes, the more dense time becomes; it's more real, it takes more control over my life, and I have a hard time avoiding it. Time was spacious when I was growing up, and now it is this dense, solid, ticking-tocking sound, that guides me through my days.
Believing in the incredible has now become work. INCREDIBLE: Where our beliefs are suspended for a moment. Suspending the mind's understanding to give way to the heart and soul's understanding of the world. Believing in this unbelievable, in the incredible, brings about more mystery in my life, more unexplainable events. If I am aware of one mystery, I start to climb the ladder to the higher mysteries of life.
But no, I should not dare go up that ladder anymore. I may lose sight of the solid ground below my feet, my concrete goals, my vision for the grand scheme of my life!
There has to be a way to hold on to this solid while swimming in the current of the spacious particles. There has to be.
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