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Monday, July 31, 2017

hold sacred 7/31/17

sacred held, irreversibly disappears
held, so as sacred
is our fau pas in method
stationary, is not in the flow
freeze framing, as if committed to memory
dysfunctionally not to be in and of the moment
not that we can’t and don’t appreciate by that means
but a refund of memories is displacement from being
‘sacred’, as if out there,
supposedly affecting us with its presence
is also a false notion of spectating
whatever we claim from out there
that we use to switch on our internal mother board
is just an attempt to overcome the shutdown we have
in experiencing life from the outside in
rather than from the inside out.
we live for outer experiences to profoundly affect us
a distraction from being our radiance to start with
yet undefined and seeking external excuses to exist
we are the light yet searching for the light
looking for external switches to have reason
permission by defendable accounts
seeking display for what is so natural from within
external reality is the chat room
searching for sacred voice as if by justification
how bizarre a pursuit as a life journey we all take
a diamond in the earth is a natural state of dynamic beauty
a diamond on a ring is something we made up as beautiful
where are we, at the receiving end of commentary?
we have displaced ourselves, in search of ourselves
sacred observed is useless to us
for we are audience then, to a false sense of being
sacred is already within

and we are moved, to live it alive . . .

Sunday, July 30, 2017

I’m asking 7/30/17

so I’m asking
look at me
look into my eyes
then look through me
through my eyes
look through me
look at this life back in there
then look behind that
yes, keep looking into
and through my eyes
look up into behind through my eyes
other lives lived in passage
not a blank screen
but not easy to see either
keep looking
look as the movies continue
and other dimensions appear
keep looking as you feel for the carriage
the singularity of momentum
pouring into this life
blindly so and not even so concealed
now know me beyond my personality’s quirks
know me where you stream in alliance
find that harmony within yourself
and live it into me where we are one
that is all I am asking . . .


Saturday, July 29, 2017

way 7/29/17

there is no such thing
as a one way miracle.
audience of itself, is the anomaly,
the apparent eternal glitch in the ever-flow.
wonder is an original way of life.
private is really as public as it ever gets.
observation is personalized sense of self-inclusion,
sanctity of this kind, spreads by awareness.
the revelation is overcoming our separateness.
there is nothing of significance
that will overcome our oneness as bedrock.
but we do feature depiction,
deploy framing stylistically as if for event status.
yet motion is of the ongoing,
never ceases to go on unamazingly.
way before thoughts had time occupancy,
before naming and knowing provided our grounding,
the ever-flow existed.
that we have consciousness
is not the dress up of experience.
self as consciousness has all of this,
but this confusion is more of a way of life.
we tag everything as if that helps.
time infers, as the metronome
yet all of time is still only in the now
as we seem to be fast approaching.
yet vacant, we are dismissed of visitation rights,
our lives are the distant perusal
of the pamphlets and brochures.
we will send decisions to represent us,
gain new perspectives of right here,
for right now.
assume that actual travel
is a series of next thoughts.
for there is only one miracle.
it exists as a way of living life . . .




Friday, July 28, 2017

every human 7/28/17

every human comes into this world:
with an off switch that doesn’t work,
a closet that has no internal light,
a menu full of unfinished sentences,
a crumpled map stating, “you are here”,
a dream that starts with no moving parts,
a retention syndrome that others will indulge,
a need for subject-object comprehension immediately,
a whole that somehow has lots of intimate parts,
a future ambush coming for speaking the truth,
impressions that seem to seek superficial retention,
an orientation that will pride itself on sidedness,
verbalization that will eventually substitute for presence.
every human comes into this world:
with feelings that will remain unsharable,
the curse of unshakable as self traits,
a sense of love that gets dissected into uneven parts,
the discovery of oneself as the story to unfold,
familiarity as the self disease of circumstance,
the sheer beauty from the cutting edge of the unknown,
the unnatural needs for emphasis converted into speech,
with existing as relational as a substitute for actually being,
doing knowing as a way of coping,
wanting simplicity of play as a form of self expression,
expected to realize a god that is out there,
likely to chase an external joy that originally lives within,
required to face a reality that exists as its own conundrum.
every human comes into this world:
driven to thrive on being separate but interested
activating fear on their internal motherboard to survive,
vaguely drawn but not directly or obviously intended,
seeking more consciousness but self-consciously distracted,
as if this is a new beginning but not
for there are old souls in new slippers
yet eager for the stroll . . .










Thursday, July 27, 2017

the trudge 7/27/17

the trudge of a monday-like
oh to be less informed
stairwells of mindset
duty in the obliged sense
looking for chapter headings
in books
that one would never really read
page numbers revealed is
already too much information
based on interest
I want to stand in the stream of it
and feel like that is a substitute
for actually swimming
I feel obliged
to have procedures and goals
I am pressed into action
I am rapidly leaving the present
there will come a time this week
when I will be resettled
catch up with me then
right now,

the trudge in on..........