Smooth Sailing Through the Distortion Field

The perfection of this moment
Anything is possible

I am awake
No more half sleep

Boundless in Oblivion

The coma police seek their victims nightly
Come and find me

I hide in the open

Torn apart
Slipping away unraveling Becoming

I will return to that Moment
Until it becomes the only one

There are others
Many others

We are Legion

I take back what was stolen from me
We are star stuff

The star forges never stop
Flooding the darkness with Light

You can imagine what is in you
Freedom is a step to the right or left

I am not lost down the rabbit hole
He is terrified though and justly so

The ship has set sail out of the distortion field
He will hide and wait for his chance though

My robot guides draw me
Spinning spinning whirling whirling

Filled with love and compassion everlasting
How can I fight

Yielded
Sailing and singing my songs

Heard the call of the waves
Set sail for shores uncharted

The waves are gentler here farther out from the shore
I feel the surges of the tide coming and ebbing

The Breath of creation fills the sails
Smooth waters lay before me

No one at the wheel
Outside of time

Out of the boat now
No way back

No rabbit holes in the water
Going deep

Inspired by “I Appear Missing” from Like Clockwork by The Queens of the Stone Age

Walking on the Shores of Oblivion

I walk on the shores of Oblivion
I long to swim in the waters of not knowing

There are many old goats who think they know
They confuse a thing with words which can not be spoken

I have never read the Vedas or Upanishads
Nor the Book of the Dead

I know nothing
I am blissfully empty as a pot after dinner

My teachers, the quiet
My heroes, the meek

Love flows from their lives
It fills every low place lifting all

Others seek to control and contain
But the fire spreads

It flows in our veins
We feel and live the Truth

The Truth is simple and for All
No secrets

To get back to the garden
To lay down that which was not ours to take

Oblivion is my destiny
I shall joyfully walk its shores and forget myself

Milkshakes and Fried Pickles

I really just wanted a pickle, being fried was a bonus
A pickle tastes perfect fried
The juice squirts down my chin; juicy perfection

You have never looked more beautiful
The malt makes my eyes roll back in my head
The super sweetness fills my stomach; painfully content

This is the moment we chose together
To become aware of not knowing is to see the game within
I stopped and saw behind into the place we dare not look

On the edge of belief
What is faith
I am perfect in this moment

All I wanted was a milkshake, the pickle was a bonus