why do you wait for a
guru
to tell you who you are?
once again in a simple second
i lose my boundaries
and loosen my soul
the mind is a trap
confined in the physical
there...
between the seer and the seen
Saturday
silence
in silence
all day
contemplating silently
all night
silently returning to
a source.
nothing is forever
means
something is.
all day
contemplating silently
all night
silently returning to
a source.
nothing is forever
means
something is.
still
alone in the world
alone in my silence
everyone is coming and going
coming and going
whirlwind
i stand, still
in the middle of a crowded street
no one notices
no one notices
a tree
in a world of movement,
only movement
spinning and spinning
faster, faster
i slowly grind
to a
halt.
alone in my silence
everyone is coming and going
coming and going
whirlwind
i stand, still
in the middle of a crowded street
no one notices
no one notices
a tree
in a world of movement,
only movement
spinning and spinning
faster, faster
i slowly grind
to a
halt.
what if
we live in a world built based on the suffering of others, of their toil and petty compensation.
those who struggle to survive are the ones who are keeping us alive, feeding our habits and bodies.
and this can be because we
are unable to relate to each
other (don't even mention animals and plants)
separated by barriers of history,
language, "culture," religion, fear
everything is a result of circumstances.
every name, "person," is a result as well.
of culture, family, genes
and we give these circumstances
meaning through gods
they can't possibly be random
what if random and purpose are nothing
but creations of our egos as well?
like good and bad. it's not that it's
"random" but it also was not "done"
or created with a motivation. it just ____.
those who struggle to survive are the ones who are keeping us alive, feeding our habits and bodies.
and this can be because we
are unable to relate to each
other (don't even mention animals and plants)
separated by barriers of history,
language, "culture," religion, fear
everything is a result of circumstances.
every name, "person," is a result as well.
of culture, family, genes
and we give these circumstances
meaning through gods
they can't possibly be random
what if random and purpose are nothing
but creations of our egos as well?
like good and bad. it's not that it's
"random" but it also was not "done"
or created with a motivation. it just ____.
why are you looking
why are you looking
when there is nothing to be found?
maybe someone should look for you
i set my mind to fast
but in this bliss
i reach for the sweetest thing i can find
and metabolize it into Love
when there is nothing to be found?
maybe someone should look for you
i set my mind to fast
but in this bliss
i reach for the sweetest thing i can find
and metabolize it into Love
no knowing
in this waking life
i don't know what to do
when the mind is quiet
there is no knowledge
no knower
everything seems foreign
i do not understand it
yet it is a part of us
we are one
no parts
no parting
always unified
no unity
without separation, how can somethings
come together?
the courage to die
mystics wrote the scriptures!
they can not be taken at face value
instead, find the scripture that is not written
anywhere
one source, many poets
all swaying in the same breeze
all blowing
now i vanish
and float away from nowhere
i don't know what to do
when the mind is quiet
there is no knowledge
no knower
everything seems foreign
i do not understand it
yet it is a part of us
we are one
no parts
no parting
always unified
no unity
without separation, how can somethings
come together?
the courage to die
mystics wrote the scriptures!
they can not be taken at face value
instead, find the scripture that is not written
anywhere
one source, many poets
all swaying in the same breeze
all blowing
now i vanish
and float away from nowhere
god entering god
barefoot i connect disconnect recollect
drumming bum bum
feeli--
and at once i am bathed in
light
honey
god surrounding god
infinity realizing
god sits on the bed
and here's god come into
the room
god entering god
god writes about godself
drumming bum bum
feeli--
and at once i am bathed in
light
honey
god surrounding god
infinity realizing
god sits on the bed
and here's god come into
the room
god entering god
god writes about godself
coherent incoherence
illusion illusory the mind flowing
river talk write faster shooting go
away flow freedom through me
empty breeze blow
mind everywhere
coherent incoherence
mind mind not crazy dying
goodbye enter God enter Nothing
enter Emptiness leave no entrance
inside and outside the same no
entrance no movement
is
everything and nothing
no poems of longing
is
in this moment
no more places
no longing
is
the realization
of nothing. ness.
river talk write faster shooting go
away flow freedom through me
empty breeze blow
mind everywhere
coherent incoherence
mind mind not crazy dying
goodbye enter God enter Nothing
enter Emptiness leave no entrance
inside and outside the same no
entrance no movement
is
everything and nothing
no poems of longing
is
in this moment
no more places
no longing
is
the realization
of nothing. ness.
not ours
at a loss for words in the face of the loss of humanity, of the destruction of our brothers and sisters by our brothers and sisters and ourselves.
solution? to the unsolvable problem; how to make people realize that they are not the most important. that their needs do not supercede the needs of others. that this is not a sinking ship and we do not have to be in survival mode.
cycles of violence... in homes, ghettos, countries... physical, emotional, economical. religion is one of the main problems; self-serving "we are right and you are wrong" violence perpetuating. imposing beliefs and ways of life onto people. something false, created, and you are taught to believe it so much that you will die and kill and maim and rape for it.
no one wants to be perturbed shaken out of their bubbles. me either. i want the comfort of monasteries, believing in reincarnation and the lethargic evolution of the soul of mankind.
but in the meantime...
our actions have direct consequences on everyone else. we can't pretend that things spearate us anymore. only a fool thinks he does not depend on anyone else in this world. and our riches and luxury and comforts are enjoyed at the price of decent living for the rest of the world.
we tie ourselves to fake institutions of countries and governments and enconomy and let them spearate us even furthur. obsess over traditions and customs and insist that these things make us different from one another. when, in reality, our customs are only different ways of expressing and repressing the same things.
such small minds and mentalities. i can not only see a part; i see the seething, interconnected whole. others will not be bothered with the whole and instead wish to deceive themselves, believing that their part is the whole... not the whole, but an island, isolated from the rest.
and so the cycle continues.
we hear news of a holocaust and refuse to believe its real. because that would mean giving up our egocentric self-serving lifestyles and putting ourselves on the line for a problem that is "not ours."
solution? to the unsolvable problem; how to make people realize that they are not the most important. that their needs do not supercede the needs of others. that this is not a sinking ship and we do not have to be in survival mode.
cycles of violence... in homes, ghettos, countries... physical, emotional, economical. religion is one of the main problems; self-serving "we are right and you are wrong" violence perpetuating. imposing beliefs and ways of life onto people. something false, created, and you are taught to believe it so much that you will die and kill and maim and rape for it.
no one wants to be perturbed shaken out of their bubbles. me either. i want the comfort of monasteries, believing in reincarnation and the lethargic evolution of the soul of mankind.
but in the meantime...
our actions have direct consequences on everyone else. we can't pretend that things spearate us anymore. only a fool thinks he does not depend on anyone else in this world. and our riches and luxury and comforts are enjoyed at the price of decent living for the rest of the world.
we tie ourselves to fake institutions of countries and governments and enconomy and let them spearate us even furthur. obsess over traditions and customs and insist that these things make us different from one another. when, in reality, our customs are only different ways of expressing and repressing the same things.
such small minds and mentalities. i can not only see a part; i see the seething, interconnected whole. others will not be bothered with the whole and instead wish to deceive themselves, believing that their part is the whole... not the whole, but an island, isolated from the rest.
and so the cycle continues.
we hear news of a holocaust and refuse to believe its real. because that would mean giving up our egocentric self-serving lifestyles and putting ourselves on the line for a problem that is "not ours."
soul searcher
soul searcher
late at night
spinning spirals
weaving visions
light
future
art
a breaking
breakthrough
late at night
spinning spirals
weaving visions
light
future
art
a breaking
breakthrough
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