Abide

Hungry are the ghosts,
they live outside,

preying on edible appearances,

lost and found,

not profound,

that can't withstand, 

the hearty but.

How and ever?
Could be that for which,
an outstanding perpetuity exists?

Let us smile,
after all, the pain of is that becomes,
is invoked and called upon us,
by us, for the sake of us.

Let us remember,
The self-inflicted blindness,
unperceived by the perceived.

Let us not forget,

That heaven,

when weakens seeks.

Let us rejoice,
Blindness perceived, no more is,
ever present and etherial indeed,
how familiar the welcoming is.

Fullness abides,

the immovable ground is moved,
for us, without us,

in every way and step taken,

how in-standing and complete,
the way is.

So my dear friend,

a compassionate blessing, 

a beacon of light for lost and found,
a climber of topless mountains,
always be.

Now was always, a never and forever.
Let us humbly remember, and forget too!

Who ever wrote a single word?

The answer

When I believe I have the answer I am lying,
When I believe you have the answer I am lying,

Half truth

we operate logically
only to live illogically,
if that is understood,
half the truth is realised,
with the other half,
nowhere to be seen.

Blindness

Blindness inflicted is a treasure found,
at the beginning of a busy road,
in plain daylight for all to see.

don't stumble nor be stunned,

A thunder is only a lighting for the deaf.

the path is long and uninviting.

a moment

a continuous singularity,
of things that were,
of things to come,
all that,
the present moment is.

Movement

pure energy entangled
let, come, forth
flesh and bones pushed
aside, ahead, above and below
beyond idols that astound

In flames

cleansing flames
light as air
on muddy waters settle
the serpent's vapours

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scary smile
almost what I mean
smily scar
almost what I dream
not exactly
but too true
and then I change again
for me
and you
almost true.

The point of singularity

Fullness in nothingness,
To remind suchness,
Nothingness in fulness,
To remind suchness.

Chimaera

Thundering laughter
doubt the world!
and as you reach
for a handful of dirt,
give way to Chimaera the old river,
to come rushing through and wash out forms,
in the deep ocean front.

Words

real words
are written with a pencil
should they last,
they fade.

Free Rotation

the position will
so long
the orbit holds
as long
the centre is

On inspiration

Inspiration is the mother of creativity i.e. the ability for creation and comes through the unification of what appear to be two opposite forces.

Darkness and light,
Feelings and thoughts,
Female and male,
Pleasure and pain,
Bad and good
Matter and energy
Particles and waves
Individual and outside world
and so on,

These appear as opposites because the observer is attached only to one or the other.  Inspiration is nothing other than the sudden synthesis or the merging of these two forces into a Singularity.  The internal transformation that results through this merging creates something new in a moment that is out of time. The internal Singularity seeks to express itself externally and is manifestated as the act of creation.

Inspiration is an esoteric activity i.e. it happens internally.  The word literally means the act of internal breathing i.e. in - spiration.*

No one can be more disillusioned than someone who seeks to be inspired by things external to his own self.  But similarly no-one can be more disillusioned than one who seeks to be inspired by his own self should he have not allowed himself to realise what one is.

This apparent duality is the impediment to creation and is removed in an instance through understanding that we are not our feelings or thoughts, the inside or outside, woman or man but simply the transient function or interrelationship of the two that are represented through what can be termed as the Experience i.e. simply what is.  Each one has its own Personal Experience but at its core what experience is remains the same for all i.e. like infinite differently sized circles plotted on the same centre.

Nothing more can be said about this and it is up to the reader to realise the truth of it.  Someone who is reading this now and thinks s/he understands should be cautious to distinguish understanding from realisation.  Realisation is merging together understanding with non-understanding which produces the Personal experience out of which inspiration flows. Realisation of one's Personal experience based on another's expression can never be original.

Only through realisation of the Experience, inspiration can come and take us out of the infinite loop of mere repetition and imitation into the act of creation.




* It is difficult not to notice here the great similarities of the act of divine creation with the the actual etymology of the word inspiration. The Judeo-Christianic story of divine creation depicted god (or the creator, the father etc.) as breathing life into adam (the son of god) in an act of in-spiration. 

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living the death of life

while killing the life of death

at our own disposition

human and beyond

one and two

one can truly affirm 

one can go beyond what was, is or will be

manifesting the unfathomable

two never

Colours

A colour is determined by the density of a loosely bound valence of electrons. A blooming red rose, an elevating painting, the colour of the eyes of our loved ones and ultimately the excitement of the whole spectrum of vision dances with a loose and arbitrarily selected arrangement of further arrangements of something unseen, untouched and unrealised.

Cold sewage

Down in the gutter

cold and grey sewage waters

are always returning

The Function

The function that permeates everything phenomenal.
F(∞) = F(0)
Undescribable the origin of this function

R.I.P

Rest in peace
Success and failure are two lives
Like wearing the inside out

Sometimes

In order to find meaning, sometimes it is necessary to lose all meaning

Prometheus

Go on,

Hold his hand, 

talk to him gently, 

look him straight in the eyes, 

you only know, 

let him have your sweet taste of fulfilment.

Broken space continuous time,

seconds travelling in the void, 

a senseless activity in momentous sights.

Oh Prometheus! Turn off the light.

One your original face 

Come and join us, in, this grandiose theatre of eternity