We are broken, but not fragmented.
Stagnant maybe,
But we always remain open to at least connect with something more,
Something cosmic.
Our attachment to these objects of our desire puts a limitation on our satisfaction,
Jading our interactions into a game of tug-of-war with a short rope,
But the hope for something new still inspires me...
A different point of view.
Reaching for something higher without expectation,
I swear we are on the verge of a breakthrough!
I can see it on the horizon,
It's so exciting.
And I can feel it too, rising like the sun.
If we can tame our primal urges and encourage a change of direction
We can manifest it to come.
With the pride of a lion, we must stay humble
And know that perfection is only an illusion to some.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
To Look Alive
Life's detours without delays offer relief that tomorrow is a brand new day,
But leave me wary about the forces of my own nature,
And how they may or may not come into play.
The path may meander, but it never seems to go astray
And that has to count for something, right?
The destination keeps stretching, so this journey has become ride towards what I've realized is the source of the earth's ever-coming tide.
It's in rhythm with the flame burning inside my heart.
As I'm learning more and more to let go and use it to bring art to human life,
Something else takes control and shows me the way to satisfy that yearning to explore new heights,
Teaching me what it really means to have faith and look alive.
But leave me wary about the forces of my own nature,
And how they may or may not come into play.
The path may meander, but it never seems to go astray
And that has to count for something, right?
The destination keeps stretching, so this journey has become ride towards what I've realized is the source of the earth's ever-coming tide.
It's in rhythm with the flame burning inside my heart.
As I'm learning more and more to let go and use it to bring art to human life,
Something else takes control and shows me the way to satisfy that yearning to explore new heights,
Teaching me what it really means to have faith and look alive.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Pioneers for a New Frontier
Cartography is an art of the old ages that we can revive
Into a new paradigm of pornography that Eros would have created...
A spread across pages exposing secrets of the spirit when two are aligned.
Let me unfold you--the infinite you--so we can get a better view with a third eye.
I want to read your body clearly to hear the story of your heart,
and take our time with the art of charting the roads we find--
Trapped inside these skin-graphed cages intimately confined
Our bodies will never be enough; have them all mapped and defined.
So, we stay waiting to be opened up from the inside, but beyond the sensation of touch,
Making our sexuality something divine.
We could not be more sincere!
From here, transposing won't take much if you are open to disclosing the potential for existential totality with the experience of such, dear.
Mapping out a path from the terrestrial to the celestial,
As pioneers exploring the new frontier.
Into a new paradigm of pornography that Eros would have created...
A spread across pages exposing secrets of the spirit when two are aligned.
Let me unfold you--the infinite you--so we can get a better view with a third eye.
I want to read your body clearly to hear the story of your heart,
and take our time with the art of charting the roads we find--
Trapped inside these skin-graphed cages intimately confined
Our bodies will never be enough; have them all mapped and defined.
So, we stay waiting to be opened up from the inside, but beyond the sensation of touch,
Making our sexuality something divine.
We could not be more sincere!
From here, transposing won't take much if you are open to disclosing the potential for existential totality with the experience of such, dear.
Mapping out a path from the terrestrial to the celestial,
As pioneers exploring the new frontier.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Thoughts on the Nature of God
I can't shake the feeling that we...here on planet Earth in the Milky Way Galaxy...are just an afterthought in the creative Greater Mind of God. I'm sure we are not forgotten, for we have omniscience to thank for that. There is no such thing as time (OUR sense of time) in the Greater Mind. Consciousness cannot be fully aware of itself with stepping outside itself and see its reflection. That is why the fully enlightened being sees himself in all of creation. God needs our full participation in order to be fully aware of itself. That is the purpose of its creation. We are here to complete the circle of perception and consciousness.
But with all of the things God is constantly creating, is a possible that it was not fully aware when creating us? Like a drawing that you "doodle" or a song that you are "jamming" on...being in the moment of inspiration, submersed in creativity....there is only so much we are aware of. Is this not possible for our idea of God? In his infinite might and infinite creative power, has created us and continues to create, as the flow of his thoughts is never-ceasing, leaving us in the back of his mind. Like a memory that is ever present in your head, you don't forget about it just because you are not presently aware of it. But what if that memory (which is us, in the Greater Mind) could live? It's a deeper layer of reality in that sense, but it makes equally as much sense to me.
It's our job to be aware of the presence of divinity in life! The best job in the world to have. God needs us, as we need him. We need to awaken the light within us so that we shine bright in the mind of God. Bring ourselves into his conscious awareness! We have fallen behind in these times. But God does not forget. His stream of thought is constantly flowing (as the nature of ours reflects that), so we must as a whole species and race of people awaken ourselves! Let our stream of thought be in tune...completely aligned with the Great Stream. Only then will we receive the hope for a better tomorrow, beyond what this world has shown us.
But with all of the things God is constantly creating, is a possible that it was not fully aware when creating us? Like a drawing that you "doodle" or a song that you are "jamming" on...being in the moment of inspiration, submersed in creativity....there is only so much we are aware of. Is this not possible for our idea of God? In his infinite might and infinite creative power, has created us and continues to create, as the flow of his thoughts is never-ceasing, leaving us in the back of his mind. Like a memory that is ever present in your head, you don't forget about it just because you are not presently aware of it. But what if that memory (which is us, in the Greater Mind) could live? It's a deeper layer of reality in that sense, but it makes equally as much sense to me.
It's our job to be aware of the presence of divinity in life! The best job in the world to have. God needs us, as we need him. We need to awaken the light within us so that we shine bright in the mind of God. Bring ourselves into his conscious awareness! We have fallen behind in these times. But God does not forget. His stream of thought is constantly flowing (as the nature of ours reflects that), so we must as a whole species and race of people awaken ourselves! Let our stream of thought be in tune...completely aligned with the Great Stream. Only then will we receive the hope for a better tomorrow, beyond what this world has shown us.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Bruce Lee and Art
Art calls for complete mastery of techniques, developed by reflection within the soul.
"Artless art" is the artistic process within the artist; its meaning is "art of the soul." All the various moves of all the tools means a step on the way to the absolute aesthetic world of the soul.
As long as I can remember I feel I have had this great creative and spiritual force within me that is greater than faith, greater than ambition, greater than confidence, greater than determination, greater than vision. It is all these combined. My brain becomes magnetized with this dominating force which I hold in my hand.
Creation in art is the psychic unfolding of the personality, which is rooted in the nothing. Its effect is a deepening of the personal dimension of the soul.
The artless art is the art of the soul at peace, like moonlight mirrored in a deep lake. The ultimate aim of the artist is to use his daily activity to become a past master of life, and so lay hold of the art of living. Masters in all branches of art must first be masters of living, for the soul creates everything.
Bruce Lee.
"Artless art" is the artistic process within the artist; its meaning is "art of the soul." All the various moves of all the tools means a step on the way to the absolute aesthetic world of the soul.
As long as I can remember I feel I have had this great creative and spiritual force within me that is greater than faith, greater than ambition, greater than confidence, greater than determination, greater than vision. It is all these combined. My brain becomes magnetized with this dominating force which I hold in my hand.
Creation in art is the psychic unfolding of the personality, which is rooted in the nothing. Its effect is a deepening of the personal dimension of the soul.
The artless art is the art of the soul at peace, like moonlight mirrored in a deep lake. The ultimate aim of the artist is to use his daily activity to become a past master of life, and so lay hold of the art of living. Masters in all branches of art must first be masters of living, for the soul creates everything.
Bruce Lee.
Friday, December 25, 2009
The gift of cynicism on Christmas day
I am so tired of the bullshit!
Watching everyone be so wrapped up into the holidays makes me so...frustrated! It's like watching someone try to do good, but fuck it up and make the situation that were striving for even worst! Holidays are seen as a time that brings people closer together, but to me it almost does the opposite in a bigger scheme of things. Is it because the holidays are drenched in greed through a comsumeristic filter? Maybe. But underneath it all I feel as if the holiday is an excuse for so many to extend themselves. It's so superficial. And they do it from a point of selfishness that inflates the ego in THE MOST elusive way! And it prevents reaching the deeper levels of bliss. TRUE happiness. Participating in empty ceremony.... It's fuckin dangerous! Unless you can draw your own meaning of it, from a healthy place...it can confusing to the soul, so to speak. When the whole point of giving is to lose yourself, to surrender to the idea that the giver and the receiver are one in the same through the unified bliss of the experience....its so fuckin deceptive to give and feel GOOD, but because it gives a sense of false security of the who you are. The kind of person you are for finding such an awesome gift...or whatever. It's so inflating to the ego! You almost have to supress the feeling to stay grounded, and to keep the heart pure. That is one thing have learned through my job. It's easy to feel good on the surface of it all, to give someone a coat that they need, or give them a ride to the shelter. But that is not the reason I do it. And that should not be a factor in why I like doing it!
I'm not trying to offend or damn anyone in my dissent. It honestly hurts me in a deep place to see all this shit go on, to me, on such a surface level. Everyone wants to give someone homeless something on Christmas. And why? What's stopping that thought from carrying on throughout your daily life? None of us are perfect. I just refuse to celebrate such nonsense!
It bothers me even more so that I am so affected by the fact that everyone celebrates this "Christian" holiday, in a country that is a melting pot of culture. So the city closes down on fuckin Christmas day? I mean, sure. If you celebrate celebrate. Whatever. But what about those who do not?
I guess we are stuck wandering the city. Begging for human interaction that is not drowned in the profanity of "holiday spirit." Looking for a cup of coffee that is like a needle in a haystack in fuckin DOWNTOWN SEATTLE!
Fuckin a.
Watching everyone be so wrapped up into the holidays makes me so...frustrated! It's like watching someone try to do good, but fuck it up and make the situation that were striving for even worst! Holidays are seen as a time that brings people closer together, but to me it almost does the opposite in a bigger scheme of things. Is it because the holidays are drenched in greed through a comsumeristic filter? Maybe. But underneath it all I feel as if the holiday is an excuse for so many to extend themselves. It's so superficial. And they do it from a point of selfishness that inflates the ego in THE MOST elusive way! And it prevents reaching the deeper levels of bliss. TRUE happiness. Participating in empty ceremony.... It's fuckin dangerous! Unless you can draw your own meaning of it, from a healthy place...it can confusing to the soul, so to speak. When the whole point of giving is to lose yourself, to surrender to the idea that the giver and the receiver are one in the same through the unified bliss of the experience....its so fuckin deceptive to give and feel GOOD, but because it gives a sense of false security of the who you are. The kind of person you are for finding such an awesome gift...or whatever. It's so inflating to the ego! You almost have to supress the feeling to stay grounded, and to keep the heart pure. That is one thing have learned through my job. It's easy to feel good on the surface of it all, to give someone a coat that they need, or give them a ride to the shelter. But that is not the reason I do it. And that should not be a factor in why I like doing it!
I'm not trying to offend or damn anyone in my dissent. It honestly hurts me in a deep place to see all this shit go on, to me, on such a surface level. Everyone wants to give someone homeless something on Christmas. And why? What's stopping that thought from carrying on throughout your daily life? None of us are perfect. I just refuse to celebrate such nonsense!
It bothers me even more so that I am so affected by the fact that everyone celebrates this "Christian" holiday, in a country that is a melting pot of culture. So the city closes down on fuckin Christmas day? I mean, sure. If you celebrate celebrate. Whatever. But what about those who do not?
I guess we are stuck wandering the city. Begging for human interaction that is not drowned in the profanity of "holiday spirit." Looking for a cup of coffee that is like a needle in a haystack in fuckin DOWNTOWN SEATTLE!
Fuckin a.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Meaning vs the Meaningless
The meaning of life. I feel like now is a good time to ponder on it at 3 o'clock in the morning. I wonder just how many other people stop throughout the course of their busy 9-5 jobs to stop and think about why they are doing what they are doing. Or if they just keep going like those little toys you used to wind up and just let click and flutter around on the ground.
I honestly probably think about the meaning of why we are here a little too much. I feel like anything I say is usually just some weird round-about off-spring off that, no matter long the round-about may be. The meaning of life is constantly on my mind.
I feel like I know now that life has no meaning. It is weird though because I have never consider myself a nihilist. I guess because EVERYTHING has meaning too. I think life's meaning is the meaning that we give it. It could be nothing. Or everything. It is all we have so....we make it what we want it to be. All the meaning in the world won't change our cosmic insignificance, but our uniqueness gives way for much possibility, for potential and purpose. So whether we fill life with meaning, or choose to ignore it. Either way, it matters not. Life is.
We make up the Universe that keeps growing and expanding. (It's amazing out most stars are born from the dust of a dying one!) We create the universe just as all the stars and the galaxies and planets do.
The stars never stop to think of the point of shinning. Our trees don't stop and ask the point of growing. They just do what is natural. Their purpose is not questioned. So for us to even fathom asking such a question to me, now is beginning to seem...ludicrous almost. What is our purpose? What are we to do? We are TO DO. That is our purpose, to exist. Right? To be. This process of life...existence. It is purpose. And it won't be found. Purposelessness lies right next to bodhi, if you are asking me. Purpose and purposelessness...neither one seems to have that different of an implication. The light is either on or off, either way works, ya know. We are still in the room. Here. Now.
So no more asking questions. Or better yet...no more waiting for an answer.
I honestly probably think about the meaning of why we are here a little too much. I feel like anything I say is usually just some weird round-about off-spring off that, no matter long the round-about may be. The meaning of life is constantly on my mind.
I feel like I know now that life has no meaning. It is weird though because I have never consider myself a nihilist. I guess because EVERYTHING has meaning too. I think life's meaning is the meaning that we give it. It could be nothing. Or everything. It is all we have so....we make it what we want it to be. All the meaning in the world won't change our cosmic insignificance, but our uniqueness gives way for much possibility, for potential and purpose. So whether we fill life with meaning, or choose to ignore it. Either way, it matters not. Life is.
We make up the Universe that keeps growing and expanding. (It's amazing out most stars are born from the dust of a dying one!) We create the universe just as all the stars and the galaxies and planets do.
The stars never stop to think of the point of shinning. Our trees don't stop and ask the point of growing. They just do what is natural. Their purpose is not questioned. So for us to even fathom asking such a question to me, now is beginning to seem...ludicrous almost. What is our purpose? What are we to do? We are TO DO. That is our purpose, to exist. Right? To be. This process of life...existence. It is purpose. And it won't be found. Purposelessness lies right next to bodhi, if you are asking me. Purpose and purposelessness...neither one seems to have that different of an implication. The light is either on or off, either way works, ya know. We are still in the room. Here. Now.
So no more asking questions. Or better yet...no more waiting for an answer.
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