Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Ramble of thoughts.

He stood like a tower above me.
His skin was made of golden scales.
I asked his name,
And he broke into a thousand gold flakes.
As he fell to the emerald green grass, I couldn't help but think.
He was me, or was I he?
My most inner being. Flaws and all
From head to toe, my heart to my soul.
But why has he collapsed? Have I ended his flow. And in an instant he was alive again.
In all his virtue. Wearing his vices like a badge? Indeed it was true. He is you.

Monday, September 17, 2012

She expresses herself in every action.
Honesty where it's needed.
Not afraid to be different.
Only concerned with state of mind.
Never dwelling on what weighs us down.
A true creator and uplifter.
One day. One moment. One now.

Friday, September 14, 2012

I splashed, back against the grass.
Exploding above the horizon,
A wheel. Rotating in the sky
Gyrating into pedals, that illuminate the ground.
Bursting into life.
It makes my skin burn from the inside out.
I feel alive.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The beast and the angel

The hoof of the beast was black.
His eyes glazed, ready to attack.
He cannot be fazed.
The wings of the angel sparkled.
And in the light, the beast faltered.
There was no fight.
Just like the cross, dark meets light.
It's just a farce.
A play on reality, illusion of the mind.
A showcase of duality.

Friday, September 7, 2012

From an idea.

We are all gods.
The same way that I create a piece of art. That piece of art is me. Just an expression of one aspect of my being. I am not claiming that I am god incarnated in all of god's fullness and wholeness. If you really think about that, it wouldn't make much sense.
If I were god fully manifested, this body could not contain that much information. All of creation from me to to the furthest reaches of the multiverse, that is god fully incarnated.
Every idea, every creature and everything.
This knowledge leads me into another question. What about nothing? Is nothing god too?
I would say nothing is where everything came from. When that nothingness became aware of itself, is when creation happened. The big bang, genesis. The initial moment of creation.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Human doers.

What career do you want? What do you want to be? What kind of questions are these? As if careers are something man is programmed to do. As if I am a "human doing", not a human "being". Why can't I just be? Why are you so concerned with MY journey? Mind your own being. Or rather, own your being. Know who you are, and in the end you will know me.


I had a flying dream last night!
My favorite type of dream. I was soaring through the Appalachian mountains, I was going so fast and screaming joy at the top of my lungs. I was putting my hands on the tops of trees, feeling the bark, feeling the leaves. It was amazing! I even landed and took back off! It almost like I can remember how to do it!
When that be awesome!