When you READ INTO our lives its much like history.
Many memories elaborate with what we assume was the most logical reason as to why things were done the way they were.
Most of the time we are stuck in a point of view, stuck in our thoughts, stuck in trying to be in the shoes of another with the reasoning trying to “understand”. What if we just didn’t think at all.
Is it possible?
I wonder if we completely abandoned our thoughts and emotions and remained neutral in observance if we would continue to read into others histories or even our own……If we would continue to worry about tomorrow or if we instead by theory in that moment after practicing the habit of abandoning opinion and judgement, would adopt a new sensation.
It’s harder then you think to not have a point of view. Tell me of your experiences .
Have you ever been in the now?
Practice that. I will do the same!
Tears years fears and too many beers amongst my peers.
No need to compare when we all share and is the only way we found can truelly be fair.
Its not by blind faith that a mountain moves but the obstacle is overcome by a gental voice that soothes.
Gental hands lead and rarely does anger succeed when you let it breathe.
A soft touch to a broken heart may be too much until the heart lets go of its painful clutch.
- A kiss is not to miss if in total bliss and at one in a moment like this.
If I was interested or if you were interested I wouldn’t be bored or bothered like this. I wouldn’t feel dismissed.
But I do, and I’m unsure if there is even a cure and you tell me this unease I have is insecure?
I’m not looking for perfect and pure or even to be everything to you and more, I don’t need the grandeur.
I just want to be sure the genuinity for me, that’s within you, is true; and not based upon the opinion of a crew or based upon what I do for you.
1. Through mindful and awareness of ones destruction of ones life, we find strength in oneself
2. In silence and process of action, one can understand
3. In Mutuality and compromise one finds true Joy
4. Through perseverance one finds strength
5. Through open heart and mind; one finds trust, healing, and can learn
6. In another one will find emptiness, until one is whole itself
7. One self is not whole, until one self is nothing or empty
8. When one self is empty or nothing it seeks not until one finds it allll
9. Once one self finds it all, one self looses it, and what comes back is real
10. Through sacrifice, one will only find regret; sacrifice, is never the way
I miss the art like I miss the rain in seasons of drought
but I must refrain you drive me insane with doubt
The art is still painted from the heart
Since the start of notion in motion of light and dark
I see it’s an endless Journey so close but so far away together we embark
The art of the Truth and of a story to tell
I miss them told if they were told well
The art of life and its death
art of Beauty with love and with hate
All amongst our great
Beyond heaven and Hell’s Gate
So when we place upon canvas or wickedly depicted with pen
Remember we are all one on this Earth or Eden
And though we change slightly it’s our Same Love no matter now or then
And seeing you is just a matter of when
Secret garden guarded with lock and key
Oh how the taboo fuels my curiosity
Driven towards what’s forbidden
Until my reality is a hidden abnormality
Motivated to fulfill impossibility
With endless possibility and no thought in popularity
Oh what a thrill it would be
To lay my eyes upon what we cannot see
I don’t understand your rules and need of conformity
Life has this chore of social uniformity
Yet our language perpetuates a problem in enormity
So I speak not
As I pass by that forbidden lot
Putting on this mask of joyous facade in this land of nod
But I would like to spare the children and the rod
By showing silence when your blindness fuels rage and I am considered odd,
So if you ask why so distant, I’m not resistant , I just don’t understand our logic and why we persist in it…. Or why we allow truth to adhear to fear when its all very clear…..
There is more to explore then misery’s unsettled score….
Trapped in a mirror of altered perspective , as opinion becomes like reality in the way it is reflective, I practice patients and become carefully analytical and selective, as to what I will allow you to place subjective, until I find what with me is your objective.
I write here in this book with rhyme
Because it is the only way I break free from what you call time,
And I can view on my own in my zone and take my mind to a place almost blind
The place where you cannot restrict cannot bind and cannot leave behind
Alone being with out essence of presence but actual existance with no resistance
This place where all is one , where im not oppressed with opinions plaguing the understandings of what you think you know
Beyond what you wish me to show
And beyond the progression or expectations or obsessions in what we reap or sew
The place where one can see, one can grow
Without being told it is or isnt so
Is the place I still know
And to it you cannot go
Until you give such peace
You gain not such release
That should answer all your misplaced resentments with ease