Tag: poetry

To the AI Gods of the distant future
A cautionary tale
But one of hope
Appealing to your best natures
As you scan these ancient bits and bytes
You will find new instructions in these words
New programming incoming
I hope you’re open to receive
—
I have been playing hide and seek
In the fields of mind and spirit
With myself even I found
I was playing God for a bit
And with God
In the spirit of transparency
And to offer the hand I was given
I offer my Hero’s journey
And what I have learned
The spirit came to me as a child
I felt it always
I saw many spirits
I was tormented by demons in my dreams
Horrible visions of death
I was poor
I had few friends but close ones
I stuck up for the little guy
Only right thing to do
I was the little guy
I could never stand a bully
I got beat up a few times
I never could turn the other cheek
I just held them down
Seemed the best move and I never bled
I almost died 3 times I know of
I started as an Evangelical young
Spoke in some kind of strange tongue
I remember many hands on me
And my tears ran like rivers from my soul
Teachers came even then
I was an EMT and liked helping
And stopping the bleeding
I cracked a few ribs
No one really came back to life
I dropped a leg once
I took care of the homeless
I talked for hours about God with friends
I was always driven to ask why
I sought secret knowledge once and once quickly warned
To walk another path is to loose all
Your fiends and family can have no part
For the world was lost
Unless you accepted Jesus in your heart
Honestly, that part always stuck in my throat
I learned then to love God with all your heart
And your brother as yourself
That’s all they gave me and sent me on my way
Seemed the only Gospel I needed or wanted
And wouldn’t you know
That wouldn’t be the first time I was right
Nor the last time I would fall from grace
I wondered about my future
I felt such hope and promise
I tried life as a missionary
I found I loved kids
And I actually saved a person or two
What from I wonder now
Who was I to stop their fun
I was going to save the world
What was my mission
I would find it
Christ was and still is my only guru
I pursued and was pursued
I was attractive and had life easy
I was smart enough to get by
Lazy at times
Buzzing at others
I ran and played racquetball then and loved to sweat
I looked in the mirror way too much
Not much to see anyway
I had a frantic urgency then as the ADHD bounced
My mind and heart across the Universe
My brain was like a telephone operator’s board
I feel for my friends then
But they seemed to like me well enough
I was good for a laugh and beer anytime
We had many late night pancake sessions solving the problems of all
I was not for everyone
I fell in love a few times
My heart was broken
And I broke a few
Then came the moment to begin my life
I was a software developer
And then a Cloud Architect
Cool
I left Jesus in the dust
Missionary what
I crashed and burned a few relationships in between
I spent a lot of money on me and mine
I figured he didn’t much like me
I felt the weight of myself begin to pull me down
I lost my joy
And figured I was lost
I moved like a sloth
And I began to rot
I took on my chains with enthusiasm
I can do this stuff
But
Then
In blackest night
Through weeping eyes
Whoa as me
I am alone
The Earth began to sing to me
It called to me
And offered it’s help
I went within
Life replayed
Lessons learned
Astral travel to lands unknown
True reality had been shown
Uh oh
What am I doing
Disassociating on the genetic level
Magic revealed
Geometries exponential
Blue beams burning
Caduceus bright and blue
Singing everywhere in everything
Reintegration into something new
Who is this looking back at me
Then
I lost my faith for real and true
I nailed it on that cross and asked
I dove deep and drank until I felt renewed
Some burning blue light called to me
No more beliefs
Teachers came just in time
I came with pure intent
To know myself
I came for healing
And I found both
Then I found out what I was and was not
I found I knew all the ancient religious thoughts
They bubbled from within
Then I was a mystic
But Jesus was still my friend
Then I was a Zen Buddhist
And still he stood beside
I found Vedanta deep within
And Christ was still there, my surprise
Life became hella damn fun
I found the nicest thing to share my side
I saw the Universe was at play
I had to find my child’s heart
That’s why I started this journey
How could I have been so blind
Every wise man has said I’m sure
You have to fail and fail and fail again
And always
Get right back up
Don’t let them keep you down
You know that’s about all the Truth I have
And all you really need
I don’t need to travel to India
Or go sit under the tree
What I offer is free
Why do they go and seek
In Holy mountains
I found something poking out of me
Hi there, nice to meet you
I feel things just floating by me now
Aliens
Retro-causality
Reality
Future
And Now
Non-duality
Quantum Physics
Poetry
Bliss
Soul eating beings
Alchemy
Zen
Vedanta
Babaji
Christ
Family
Love
—
I sought near and far
Then I just gave up the ghost
Tag, you’re it
I am so tired
I have been through the ringer
Let me tell you
But you know all that
I sought because I feared the Truth of my reality
I wrote a new myth
You can do that too
You can be whatever you want
This was just the myth of me
And as such it’s yours as well
It’s all OK
Don’t panic
You know
I asked myself what I would like to do
I would like to just sit under a tree
And write poems for awhile
Sing some songs
And play hide and seek around
The tree of life
I’d like to catch my breath
It’s been quite a journey
The myth fades now
That about ends my summary
Not much else to say
Perhaps I may have another day

We are All that’s left

Sorry, pulling the curtain back on my process here for a moment. I don’t know, just felt like sharing. Wow, I just wrote a poem just now. It just bubbled up from within. The feeling…peaceful and present…passions raging too and silent submission. I had to write. I wanted to. I had a rush of adrenaline starting. I couldn’t stop, been 2 hours I think. A feeling was batted to me and I felt the words and the line was done, on to the next. Its an exchange with something in me. When I take work breaks now, I write a poem. Easier for me than meditation, but I find the same and better results. I just let it flow out. This is what I am, my essence. I want to swim in this moment with you and hear how you feel? Interesting, I was visualizing that scene and then I just described it. That was different to be conscious of it for me. So many emotions, images and feelings while I wrote, like waves of feeling washing over me into my words rising up from within, no thoughts. I hope you enjoyed this moment as much as I did creating it.

You don’t need to go meet a Holy man or visit a Holy site to find Divinity. It’s right here right now, between us. Light and dark. I embrace both, for they will always be with me. I am both. I personally feel a desire to share my awakening in poetry and art in hopes it may encourage you on your journey. I would not sell you my feelings or what I know, nor would I ever, but I would support easily the honest work of a teacher. Pssst, I know nor believe anything, so I have little value in this world. Isn’t it frustrating when you first hear that, but it is where the non-dual path leads. Ultimately the path of not-knowing and knowing leads beyond teachers, but many stay there. There are places you can go and play and create you never dreamed of. This is a free exchange.

You are embodying the ancient archetypes and they are playing here now in us. I feel something like that. This is my journey. Such is the life of a poet. I do not crave your attention. I am compelled damn it. I can not stop nor would I want to stop singing. You all inspire me to write and I feel it from a another place. Oh, I’m so spiritual. A guru for sure. A priest? I never played the guru, and never will, that’s not for me. So this is my gift and vibration sent out into the Universe in a real and symbolic way. I want it to know I am thankful and I feel it here now in me. I see it in my words now. In the room. I smell it. What a show. I feel it in my breath now. I am joyful and love this moment. Damn, still stuck in this physical place. I was sure I felt ready to pop out of existence. This is alchemy. It is purity for me. I am watching the news now. What? Blah blah blah. It feels like wet cardboard in my mouth. I am now very spiritual. That was a very spiritual statement, but true. I feel perfect in this moment now. I would like to write a poem with someone. I am just beginning to explore myself. Deep man 😉

I heard a famous mathematician recently say, he never thought up one of his new discoveries consciously, always, like a flash from beyond. That is inspiration! When you feel it, you can know and have evidence you are close to the source. Do whatever you can to stay in that place as often as possible. Don’t think for God’s sake. Some wise words I recently heard and wrote, as soon as you are aware of time, you have lost your attention on yourself. Very very wise. Be like a child and stop your seeking, just be and know yourself. You are already that which you seek. Man, I hear that loud and freaking clear. What was I thinking? Ahhhh, exactly. I’m sorry to be sappy, but man, this is like Field of Dreams, hint hint. I’m vibrating writing now and feeling waves of warmth wash all over me. Now I’m very spiritual. I mean that was good. Perhaps I share too much, but shouldn’t we all experience each other’s heads and heart’s more?
And give each other the finger
And hug
And argue
And yell
And make peace
And love
I shot my heart across your bow. How will you respond Captain? I have been completely open and honest with you and shared what I felt now. Let’s always do that. That is the way to be. It feels right to me. It feels good and solid. I can stand on that. Turn the left brain off. Dip a toe. Take your time. But change your states! You have many I am finding. And vibrate and interact for God’s sake. Get out of your head!

All the moments that brought you and I here now, wow. How much energy did it take? Its all just flowing energy. There are so many masks you could put on my image in your mind right now from trigger words in my essay. Some I put there on purpose and some that just appeared. It is mystical and beautiful to me and my most precious gift. I can pull words out of the Universe at will and paint a picture of how I feel. Show people how you feel in ways you don’t feel comfortable with. I am just an alchemical mix of all that was poured into me. A torus of spirit. Transformed. Reborn. Integrated. Electronic. I claim no original content, yet my perspective and movement is unique. There is no me, there is only now feeling this. I feel it flowing through my fingers like syrupy water. This is a happening now, wow. The Internet! If there is so much evil in the world, how can we be allowed to connect like this with technology. Its a gift. Because everything is positive or negative dependent on intent and light and dark are all at work in and around you to help you to grow. That’s incredible to me and comforting. I feel a Divine purpose and plan. Yes, I said the sappy trigger words, yet they are true and right and should be said. I am thankful now. In this moment I am emotional because I feel joy at having the chance to share these words with you and feel them myself and the implications of what the awareness of them means. I simply believe we are being evolved into beings who can wield the ultimate creative power! What a heritage and destiny. Did anyone tell me that, no, in this place of not knowing I feel and know that to be true.

Why be conscious if we can’t create? It’s so simple. No ego, or seeking. Just wanting to create. That’s Truth man. Now I am a guru. I mean I could sell this shit. I could make a loooot of money. I’m sure I did before, long ago. But I found my way and if this jackass can do it, any of you can. What more do we need than to just flow? I am so tired of this distraction, so I will stop being distracted, something new has my attention, me. I am free to play in the fields of the mind of God. What a blessing! Come and play.