Monday, November 2, 2009

Love hurts

The Pioneer plaque.Image via Wikipedia

It's okay,

We're alright.

We have it all together, here.

No worries............... No worries.


What was that?

You said.?

........................................................

We're only human,

The seams begin to shred.

Now, I know,

How much you mean,.................... to me,

I'm better off, undead..

It's alright,

It's alright.

I'm better off undead...


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Sunday, October 4, 2009

Dormant Death

DeathImage by tanakawho via Flickr

Death lies dormant with in my cells.

And sweetly, as you lie there, death slumbers also.

Quietly,

Wanting you to forget.

For now,

We shall dance.

And join hands in love.

Let us not forget the beauty of each moment,

while the reeper lies dreaming.
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Friday, August 7, 2009

do I Dare?

Endless Light in my wild river...!!! / Lumière...Image by Denis Collette...!!! via Flickr

The most fearless of all philosophy,
in my mind...
Is the Atheist.

NO future.

No future.....

Imagine that....

I've always been Led to believe in life after death.
We, carry on....
What if we don't?

Amazing! All we have is now?

Imagine that....

Imagine that.


Friday, July 31, 2009

A 16 mm spring-wound Bolex H16 Reflex camera, ...Image via Wikipedia

The movie is over,
The story's been told,
The theater's empty,
The credits have rolled.

The popcorn was salted
The soda was cold,
The candy was chocolate,
You have no one to hold.

I'm sorry you love me
I did love you too,
Don't look for the sequel,
I have something to do.

The cast was outstanding,
Some new stars were born,
A couple were wasted,
My heart is forlorn.

It's time to go home now,
I'm cleaning the floor,
You've made a big mess here,
Let me show you the door.

Don't whine and complain now
That you don't like the ending,
Your tickets been paid for,
It was yours for the spending.

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Monday, July 27, 2009

الجمال يكمن في البساطةImage by hanin_33 via Flickr

Now, here i AM.

New place. not the first time though...

special. is it true?

who am i to know?



do
you...
deserve
everything....

I just want to be near you...

I
wander through the woods',
getting lost again...

looking for my
way home


There is no messiah to save me here,
yet you show yourself as one.
with your love and compassion and your
sweet caress, your intelligence.

Didn't you say you were almost perfected?
I'm sure your wrong but, not so sure I'm right


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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Am I a Tulpa ?

Thought-form of the music of Charles Gounod, a...Image via Wikipedia

Lately, I've found a vast quantity of incredibly brilliant minds on the web.

Blogger's that are so advanced in their thinking, that I wonder if I have ever had an original , let alone a worthwhile thought, in my life.

I enjoy looking into new ideas and philosophies. There is nothing that I won't at least consider. This sometimes tempts me into becoming a follower. This is not my goal and not my style.

I am becoming tired of the search for truth from others. The search for truth is all I've really ever had. All I've ever really wanted.

These brilliant minds teach to look within. They all seem to come to the same conclusion, at least in practice. Forgive, surrender, accept.

And what is reality? What is my capacity to understand it? Why does it feel sometimes as though my mind is unable to go to the places of creative thought that I find in those amazing minds here on the web? I am one of the fortunate ones that have stumbled upon the leaders in these realms. For this I'm fortunate.

They say that when the student is ready the teacher will appear. I now understand that every roosters crow is my teacher....one day will I be so advanced as to hear it's crow on every count? In the mean time, these beautiful minds inspire me. They inspire me.I appriceat that they show their strengths and their vulnerabilities. I find them kindred spirits, but, feel as though I have very little, if anything to offer them in return. I do have gratitude. They do get that from me, always.

If I am a tulpa, would I care about these matters. Would I be so desperately trying know? I suppose it doesn't really matter at all either way. Tulpa or not, I'm experiencing life. Life seems to be experience me as well. I am playing my part, however significant or insignificant that may be.

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Friday, July 3, 2009

nothing is ever left out

Gratitude album coverImage via Wikipedia


Friendship.

Family.

Assholes.

Pudding.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Enough Words?

Fire and WaterImage by peasap via Flickr

How does a part of the world leave the world?
How can wetness leave water?

Don't try to put out a fire
by throwing on more fire!
Don't wash blood with blood!

No matter how fast you run,
your shadow more than keeps up.
Sometimes, it's in front!

Only full, overhead sun
diminishes your shadow.

But that shadow has been serving you!
What hurts you, blesses you.
Darkness is your candle.
Your boundaries are your quest.

I can explain this, but it would break
the glass cover on your heart,
and there's no fixing that.

You must have shadow and light source both.
Listen, and lay your head under the tree of awe.

When from that tree, feathers and wings sprout
on you, be quieter than a dove.
Don't open your mouth for even a cooooooo.

When a frog slips into the water, the snake
cannot get it. Then the frog climbs back out
and croaks, and the snake moves toward him again.

Even if the frog learned to hiss, still the snake
would hear
through the hiss the information
he needed, the frog voice underneath.

But if the frog could be completely silent,
then the snake would go back to sleeping,
and the frog could reach the barley.

The soul lives there in the silent breath.

And that grain of barley is such that,
when you put it in the ground,
it grows.

Are these enough words,
or shall I squeeze more juice from this?
Who am I, my friend?

RUMI

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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Devil in Dust

Dust Devil, Just Passed ThroughImage by cobalt123 via Flickr

Dust in a breeze
Feeling puffed up
as if...

Hit's something.
Slides down,
tumbling through space..
falling.

lands...

stops.
Rests..

Tire picks up the dust and grinds
it into the tread.

Drives 1,000 miles and then it rains.

Power, is a lie.



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Thursday, June 11, 2009

I am the Elder


I am the Elder,
Bringing forth the novice.

Full of spirit. Sparkling.

And I am wise.

Where is the wisdom?

Let me share.....

Stumble, I say! Trip and fall.

Spill the milk. cry over it.

And....

Maybe, we can learn together....

oh wise youngster.

Who should lead?
Who should follow?

Know not I.

I am just the Elder.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

And then thee comes along

Not worried.

Fine alone.

And then thee comes along.

What to do. Kick back. Enjoy.

When does thee see. Maybe this is temporary. You always hope for permanency. Why would you do that? You have never liked anything to permanent. Fear is a mind killer.

Surrender.

What will be will be.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Midnight thoughts

Should've been asleep a couple of hours ago.

I wonder how many of us feel completely lost.

Yes, I love. Yes, I enjoy,

Yes, I mourn, I weep, I don't see the meaning.

What is the meaning of meaning?

I search.

I've always searched.

I find you out here. Others. Some, so much wiser than I.

I love you Aeolus . You are one of the wiser.

You help me find sanity.

Time. Is moving so fast.

Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner,

Paycheck after bloody paycheck.

No. This IS not it.