extra-sensory

I am more aware of projection now, the projecting of personal traits onto others and yet at the same time I am also more clear-cut with perceptions. It would often be the case that I would perceive something but linger too long and absorb some of the emotions, I would also translate and internalize other people’s problems and lifestyles believing them to somehow be my own.

Really I made them my own but detached later.

Now I have perceptions and insights but I can separate easier, less absorption, less confusion, less comparisons. Marijuana can have something to do with the heightened perception but also with the intake of vibrations. The fact is that subtle matter can linger in the aura and weaken it or provide a boost and strengthen the aura, allowing expansion.

Be aware, know when enough is enough.

A2A

You are not pretentious or too busy with yourself, you just listen to me as I spew, as I describe the insides of family ties, the nets that envelop me. You are an independent factor in my life, someone without subjective value and that is what I admire about you. Plus: the fact that all these things are relative to you who are familiar with the trials of life. You listen with both ears, allow pauses, and allow me time to adjust. You give me space when I call you after months. I know straightaway I can let go and just talk about those things that are haunting me right now and that you listen and know because you have been there. A friendship like this is precious because there is a knowing, here is trust, there are no forms, no values, no facades. There are open fields through open windows. Quite astonishing to realise you are here, to experience this connection however moment oriented for me: it stands timeless, it is vast, it spans lifetimes, it goes beyond human thought and as I go on and on, stricken with circumstances, you just listen and offer nothing but love. If anything will make anything better, it will be love.

turbulence invigorating

There is a distinct nervous undertone felt deep within the earth and the distant singing of whales; their notes in the deep.

That is my destination: the sea.

First I thought I was jaded, tired of waiting, even apathetic. Then I thought of myself as slightly numbed, trailing in the path of Shiva.

In my dreams I see what I am reaping. The Subconscious is clearing and the past dissolving, burning out of control.

On the other side of that psychic filter awaits the mirror. Now I must see what I have become, but something has made me retreat and now I just wait, in between attentive listening and superficial destructive distraction.

I was moving towards that place where the water and the earth meet.

There is no judgment while feeling that nervous undertone, no fear while the tremors are felt.

From deep in the earth comes that consistency of nurturing, something that is ancient and ongoing. This thought is the relaxation.

Now I am in many places at once, nervous and excited as if in the throes of human love and all this in between the silent elation and the suppressed chaos, turbulence invigorating.

the wild in me comes out in these desolate places

You and I, we are made up of broken fragments, sharp edges and smooth bends. You say that you have broken something, that we are broken now.

On the contrary I am more whole now than I was before.

cognitive alchemy

A new perspective has arrived and made a nest for itself in my mind, this is not about right or wrong, good or bad, black or white or dark and light. This perspective has slowly been taking root and is objective in its release of realizations and nurtures self acceptance and self respect; this is a key lesson for me right now. It is all about me seeing the bigger picture and perceiving every minute detail as a unique experience from which I can learn. Experience is everything and it is a gift.

The salvation aspect here is that when life is encountered through this new perspective than emotional attachments and distress as responses to an experience or feelings of not being in control become none-existent or at any rate less. For example when being confronted with some so called “negative aspect”, instead of the usual (negative) emotional response, the emphasis in my mind is on the experience and the lesson involved.

What this perspective is ultimately teaching me is self-acceptance and self-love and those qualities and affirmations have a tremendous grounding effect. Trust also plays a role in this process, if you can truly accept and believe that everything that is happening to you is exactly what you need than you can breathe a deep sigh of relief and away fall the negative responses and emotions.

Relief causes us to turn back into the downstream flow of life and abundance; it is the so called breakeven point on the emotional scale. Through this ability to witness every situation as a valuable experience I can gain wisdom and get to know myself better which in turn allows me to grow, change and learn but also to enjoy life as it comes with it’s duality and confrontations and transmute the negative into something positive.

Read what Gandhi says about experience here.

pass a tree like ours

Turning around I see your chair is empty, you have been won over by the world, taken by the city. You stand behind me with your arms around me and your head resting on my shoulder, just a ghost now lover.

Where you see them hand in hand; feel your own without mine and when you see them kiss; know that my mouth is here. When you gaze upon the moon; know that I am gazing too and when you pass a tree like ours, think of me; lost, left, loose.

I saw a pretty face today; with a smile like yours, dancing on the side walk to my music. Brought me a coffee she did and a man about your age wearing boots like yours winked at me in the subway. His eyes were friendly, he wanted.

Walking in the park, watching dogs play, I suddenly thought you were at home making tea and waiting for me. The sun was shining so bright, I couldn’t even feel the fear or the cold only life rearranging reality, meandering, weaving its beauty around me.

So I smoked a cigarette and strummed my guitar with the same nonchalance as you and when a young couple asked me for directions I said I was from out of town and didn’t know the way, it was not a lie metaphorically speaking.

Part of the process is being upset and reset. Part of the recess is being restless for rest. The blankets are cold, the bed is cold, the night is old but I am starting fresh. I was never one to get sentimental without you, talking of past events, back to myself, older now and wiser somehow.

inner dialogue

You have to believe that there is more. The future is a mystery, take comfort in that. Even now as you wait and seemingly you have been waiting for a long time, all is as its meant to be. People may come and flaunt their fortune or appear to you better, it is not so, all things are temporary, all things fade away like the sun sets each day. You in your time will prevail and gain only to disarm a fellow human with your success, a rising sun, self respect must remain, this must be what you gain, and a face may glint and shine though the heart within is sour.

I love you more every hour; I love you more every day but even that will fade away, or is love the one thing that remains? At the end it may be my only asset, my only garment, my shrine, the love I have felt for you; this love sublime.

Glad to see my possessions passed on, less is more to me as I grow, to remind me of the futile hoarding, the simple things hold a peace within them, never hurting my pride, never wasting my time. My peers cause me to be restless and sad and come to me restless and sad but why?

Because they have the pretense of life, they are on the stage, in their prime, chasing after those things that cause me to fear for a few seconds and then I smile inside. I am young, I am strong, and I am beautiful. Happy to watch my plants grow, lucky to know all that I know, fortunate to be alive. Disappointment is becoming foreign to me like an unpracticed tongue, like a book I no longer read and so pass on.

He whom i loved knew my mind; perhaps it was his own

I grasp at this gift as if it were a temporary pleasure to hold, like a bird that waits in a cage after the door has been opened only to fly out in a sudden burst toward freedom, I know that to cling to this lust will turn my treasure into ashes, to leave me empty on the hillside as the storm approaches.

To wait for you is hard to do when it should be easy, I would like to keep this fire burning with a steady flame but I am without fuel now. I am running low on hope, to remain patient and out of sight as to remain honorable and worthy of your love, it is a rough but noble path.

For as many nights as I contemplate our meeting and our parting and our reuniting, there are as many days spent with my eyes wandering, lust kindling for strangers or the anticipation of physical distraction. This I say to you without shame knowing that you may well be in exactly the same predicament.

Somehow I hold you high in my sights, exalted in my thoughts, as if you could never indulge, never lower yourself, always dignified, always untainted, but you are a man as I am. You are flesh and blood and soul as I am.

If I give myself over to destiny, to fate, to the gods, than I can sit here and let go, never in control but then powerless and weak, like a simple leaf caught spiraling in the wind. Yet if I allow love and then grace to command me than what a tide of peace crashes over this shore.

Once again I am that rock, waiting without waste, in comfort as if you were here beside me, as if it were you talking to me softly in the night. As if it were you with that smile of encouragement or that goodbye as I leave.

trails

To the night, music, herald the coming of moonlight rewards. We work in the day, we walk, and we sweat. We die in the light of the sun. They would block the rays and so we sit now and sing on the balcony to the night.

All we have is the setting, sleeping to wake, to rise laughing at this life, moving into dreams, steered by pleasure and crying, living, revolving, resting forever.

That is what the weather means, where we are in this human race, in this so called awakened state. We know what we have been; always together alone. I would like to leave, all of that playing with premonitions and all of that asking permission behind, if I could.

These clouds, o these false clouds.

never alone

If God is in all things and everywhere and if this be true than I am always in the company of love, always surrounded by truth and always walking in the light.

residing in this sanctuary that we rightly call the mother: earth

The right time to write is now.

I think of the inhuman implants leached onto organs that might sway my mood, turn it this way or that. Then feeling my eyes slowly close and my guides telling me: we will take care of that, we will take care of that, I sit back and relax.

Back to the channel of creative force I turn, creativity is a feminine thing but you must balance it out with the masculine. Save your procrastination for a hot summer’s day and create I say.

Residues of prescription medication and recreational drugs that tampered with my delicate chemistry are leaving. Reality is crisp after the cleansing, I see that the plants nearby are alive, at night they are breathing slowly, their metabolism is light.

Alcohol is absolutely not on the present list and for weed there is no need.

I think of the extraterrestrial ships that encircle the earth, they hover sometimes on the inner plane, I ask the beings to reveal themselves, depending on whether or not I see each thing as a manifestation of God that is. Water I drink is alive.

I am not insane but loose, ready to shake the foundations and send sparks bouncing off the walls, listening to the streets over and over again.

There shall be no more talk of war, or death, no more words of pain or loss, no suffering.

There shall be dancing on holy ground only. All ground is holy.

Through the meridians of the body energy flows free, there is a quickening of blood through this psychical vessel, this temple.

To be alive, to be aware of this gift, to know this pleasure, to realize this abundance, that is my intention.

They say: we will take care of that, we will take care of that.

Sit back and relax.

equal dull, unimaginative, and rote

Somehow the establishment always feels phony

in its apparent praise from the insiders

leaving me awkward and lonely

They worship the mainstream

so good at re-enforcing the scaffolding

holding up the so called heroes

of thought and speech

Without any remorse of heartbeat among them:

the crowd of successful students and professionals

out of my tired but fortunate reach