Gentle hands guiding
I opened my heart
Many hands
Lifting me up
Pushing me forward
Gentle hands guiding
I opened my heart
Many hands
Lifting me up
Pushing me forward
“If each had a candle and they went in together the differences would disappear.” – Rumi
What do I see
What is what
What is do
What is I
What is see
Now we begin
…
I do not know what I am
I do not know what I do
I do not know this place
But here I am
What is here
Where is where
…
What are these … zinging around in nothing
I like that…zinging
Wonder
What are these things in front of me
What are things
I can touch things
Here I am
What is this…Sphere
I will just sit here where I am and look into this Sphere
I think I see something…else
…
I am being watched
There is something there staring back at me
I AM
Walking on methane shores
Kaleidoscope hydrogen clouds igniting
Orion on fire
Your face reflects the perfection of this moment
Eternity in either direction
Odd dreams
Lost
Light and Love interrupted
Hydrogen and oxygen flowing
Alone
How odd to dream of that
Fear
What is Fear
Come, let us awake and take our walk
We are crazy
Out of our gourds
Delusional really
Terminal cases
You will Die
Accept it
I don’t know how more clear to be
You can’t find the meaning unless you Die
You do not need to be here any longer if you learn
The goal of life is not to live
It is to learn to die
To learn to love
To learn to sacrifice
To find compassion
To realize you have all you need
To let go
To forgive
To accept forgiveness
You can end in eternity
Living in the perfect moments
I was terrified
But no longer
I am perfect in this moment
I chose what I have
I have the power to create anything
But all I feel is Love
Such Joy
Life renewed
Do I have the courage to accept my death
Do I have the faith to let go of belief
I accept my death and what that means
What else is there
What in all of the infinite Quantum could you tell me
Other than the Truth, we are living in a dream
My words mean nothing
This is just a poem and read by few
When the time is right, we will share what is needed
And find the perfect moment
To live every moment in wonder
Perhaps this is what eternal life is
If you let things go
They will come back to you
Image, ‘Miracles of Each Moment’ by Kazuaki Tanahashi
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
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
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
Dying is so post-modern
We are post-human
Royal blood burning blue
Anyone Can Die
It takes courage to Live
I choose to Live
Electricity dancing up and down ladders of ATCG
Programmed from the future
Riding the still point where Future meets Past
Swirling possibilities
All is still here
It takes courage to Live
Joy everywhere
friends embracing
sharing hopes
happy times
Welcomed home
never left
hope renewed
soaring soul
Heart stories
amazing food
new friends
mysterious mysteries
Many faces
glowing heads
blue beams
soul surgery
Patient lives
hope renewed
trusting arms
loving home
Peace
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