Failure

To those of you
Who know the truth;
So very few
Who've seen the proof.

If you dare
Conceal it,
Then your fare
Is deceiving.

Those who throw
Dirt on gold
Are the foe
Of their soul.

If you hold
A little light
Please dare not
Hold it tight.

If you pull
The curtain
Then the bull
Is certain.

Once you hide the truth
You can't wash your hands
Only pain will soothe
Your eternal glance.

let the e go

proceed
in my dream
to keep busy
until you and me
are one.

One

Awakening is when your heart discovers something.
Enlightenment is when you maintain that feeling of discovery.
Love is when you share it.

The Soul

"Astrology as a means of predicting is, as far as I can make out, of almost no value. But there was one sensible idea behind it. When you cast a person's horoscope, what you did is you drew a map of the then known universe as it was at the time this child was born, and this was supposed to be a map of his soul. What an ingenious idea! It is to say your soul is the whole world as it focuses upon your moment. Now ordinarily when we talk of souls, we think of something clad in a sheet with holes in it, like a Halloween ghost, that is kind of miasmic feature, that inhabits your body and and when you die, it leaves you. But that's not the soul at all! The soul is something which contains the body. The body doesn't contain the soul. The soul, if we put it into modern language, is the entire complex of relationships in whose context this organism exists."
- Alan Watts

Artist

Word of the Heart

The vibes boiling my blood
Not measured in temperature
But in Watts.
Alan told me he was last
I was just above average
But school's a blast.
You get to be imprisoned
So you grow up fast
Or die young
If you let your dream die
You'll shed your wings and cry
Like Serj Tankian.
Love or limp uselessly.
Live or rot for eternity.
Insane, I think not.
Your story's a joke
In the eyes of the Buddha.
You even pissed Jesus off.
But it's cool.
He forgave you.
You thought an idea could control you?
You thought a door would lock you?
You thought a paper could buy you?
Who owns you?
Bite your tongue and buy your freedom
From your heart to build your kingdom.
Inner from what Christ said.
So face the Sun and go to bed.
You'll see a bright white light
And this world will be gone.
And you'll say,
Well at least I had fun.
Now, you're in the realm of Being.
Where your heart suddenly starts Seeing.

Mystery is Knowledge, Mystery is Your Friend

I don't know. And it is this "I don't know" that is so wonderful. I embrace my ignorance. I do not cower from it. Because it is indeed by relating to your ignorance as you relate to a friend that you get to know it!

dried up

I lost you to a shadow
drowning in it
alone.

I made a mistake
I fell down the stairs.
What a perfect excuse.

My blood flows like a dying river
poisoned by indifference.
Helpless, sharing my stories with ghosts
at least they can relate.

My only prayer
written in a bottle
is my last hope.
If I'm forgotten,
my ashes will find their way
to the one looking for me.
Vibrating gray tints
crying "sorry, sorry!"

Timeless

If I could write the truth, I would.

But I can’t.

Words are simply mirrors. Nothing but mirrors.

We are not our words. Our words reflect who we are.

The truth laughs at the mind. Not a mocking laughter. A grandfather laughing at his teenage grandson's naïve rebellion.

Tick tock. Come back. Tick tock. Come back. Tick tock. Come back.

Why?

And again, laughter.

Tick, tock. Come back. Tick tock. Come back. Tick tock.  Come back.

This is boring!

And again, laughter.

Tick, tock. Come back. Tick tock. Come back. Tick tock.  Come back.

I’m going to break the clock!

And again, laughter.

Tick, tock. Come back. Tick tock. Come back. Tick tock. Come –

The pieces of glass sparkling through their flight, the clock's needles invisible on nature’s transparent carpet.

And again, laughter.

Followed by silence.

Followed by confusion.

What?

And again, laughter.

What now?

And again, laughter.

This isn’t funny! This is horrible! Help me! I don’t understand!

And this time, a soft laughter.

Don’t worry. You are my blood. You cannot get lost, unless that is what you choose.

But how could I not choose that?

By letting go.

We Flow Like Water

Sitting high, haunted by my higher self's sensitive taunts.
Each moment I live, I pump blood to the wishful, loving, truthseeking people all across this beautiful landscape we cherishingly call Mother Earth.
Each moment I manifest the divine essence of God is a moment of clarity for the souls in this realm, waiting to be rescued but not giving enough of their own will to deserve it. Higher and higher, my bodiless self floats across tundras of galaxies. We engulf ourselves in a scared victim frequency and wonder why we can't breathe. Just float back to the surface, where you were in the first place, before having dived in. The knowledge is within you. The kingdom of God is within you.