feelings are heart-speak
neurocardiology:
heart and brain converseFriday, August 31, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
In your presence * 8/30/12
So often
I am drowning
in the presence of you.
Gulping lung-fills
of your liquidity
and not knowing it
until I sink
to the rock bottom
of my being
and then I realize
that I have left
that submerged environment
and am now
buoyantly breathing in
the light of you . . .
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
discipline * 8/28/12
No real discipline
actually comes from
acts of will.
With will power,
respectfully aside,
all true discipline
is living inspiration,
essentially living anew
without retention
as its means
for keeping it in frame.
Going forward
should not be
dependent upon
the production
of further evidence
as a reality momentum
would prescribe.
True, discipline
appears to be
the wardrobe
to be worn,
but anyone
who is truly inspired,
knows,
they are ingeniously nude
inside those clothes . . .
Monday, August 27, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Superlatives * 8/26/12
Superlatives, thought or spoken,
make demands
in exercising the work
of comparative truths.
Experience itself,
as the work yard,
is this inadvertent audience
to that popularized cause.
Superlatives have
an usher like quality of task.
They do the reframe,
with reverence to memory,
but with a posting of value
much like ceremonious photos do
to commemorate an event.
And then there becomes
a keepsake place in the mind
of a custodial nature,
sort of like a museum
where all the other superlatives
are also kept.
If well maintained,
they are thought of
and possibly spoken of
on a somewhat regular basis.
Sometimes, they are traded in,
like leased perspectives,
for upgrades that features
the latest and the greatest
in the superior advancement
of superlative technology itself.
Superlative aficionados
have a station in life,
even as consuming as it is.
It does have a quality
of high maintenance to it,
and it does require some fuss
if well maintained.
Here’s to wishing you
“All the best”,
if that is your station,
otherwise, have an interesting,
unique and inspiring
non-comparative journey
as, living the isness, alive . . .
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
This sigh * 8/24/12
This sigh,
maybe even one of your sighs,
as this sigh,
is a complete orchestra
of your being
readied, raring of it own
and consummately attentive.
Communing but together,
your conscious and your un,
to vocalize a breathy display,
an extended one-note piece,
up to crescendo then climax,
from compacted to complete,
that embodies
an illustrious multi-realm work.
This sigh,
lifetimes of cumulated comprehension
and complexity in the making . . .
the uncommonness
of a breath pirouette
in the otherwise
cadent breath-paced row
across the airflow bay
of this, just another
otherwise normal
unnoticed shallow breathing day . . .
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
When we common * 8/22/12
When we common our field,
say from emotional origin,
our lives, for now,
are in a etheric fluid shared way.
What I bring, what you bring,
reflected upon each other,
as a wardrobe of soma sensations.
Feelings are received
by subtle flood immersion,
as the fields of expansion embrace.
First person, fresh eyes imbibe.
Open hearts to absorb from within.
Embodiment completing the other.
I am full, without questions
or an otherwise response.
I sense you, as the same.
Either of us,
may initiate spectral exchange
concealed as an expression of care.
The other to receive
in the full field manifest.
As the coupled auric ovum grows,
other dimensions are added;
intuitive as a shared glow
from the communion
of invisible lightnings,
psychical, as a deep pool
of subtle shared currents
that soothe yet are informing,
inspirationals, as horizon-additions
of light-mindedness
brought forth into frame,
and spiritual,
as an essence reveler
deep within the other,
and then gift-reflected in return.
All physical is celebrative encores.
All mental is reverence and patience
that weaves its way
into what satiates as so.
And all that is emotion,
is gratefully streamed and engaged.
I leave here now from words
which have become
as a secondary courtesy language.
What emits
as the field of us
broadcast yet unspoken,
bathes us in a multiplex
from within and beyond
what is verbally pronounceable
as we continue to common
in our field into oneness . . .
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Popularity * 8/20/12
Popularity faces the ass-end
of where we are eventually going.
If you want to face the ascend,
then be at the cutting edge
of the up rising,
and not consensus end
of the dumb down.
Loads shift,
yet much like avalanches,
it all happen in small ways
quite constantly but unnoticed
until the mass of it
is in a movement
unto itself, then evident
to all others . . .
Popularity is the last to know
where we are eventually going.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Quantum source-point * 8/18/12
Quantum source-point:
Orgasmic, without sensate audience.
Climactic, without event constraints.
Being, as fluid ambient broadcast.
Bountiful, without boundary impedance.
Generative, as living coherent means.
Conscious, as a oneness tenured cause.
Presence channels as intimate embrace.
Cellular dancing with intrinsic delight.
Quantum source-point, coming home . . .
Friday, August 17, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
The problem with simultaneity * 8/16/12
No one is ever there
when simultaneity actually happens.
Any business worth noticing
then reporting,
is in the imminently recent past
as close by as to be merely hearsay.
All these notice skills are based on
almost bystander witness status.
Being alert with linear mindedness
almost precludes actual participation.
Consciousness, given to account
cannot substantiate
except to replicate.
However, bilingual or bi-locational
will not do.
Multitasking, though similar,
is really, not the same.
Real simultaneity is beyond
the training we get
from the school of experience
as a consciousness style.
Language has a strong arm against it.
For language gets hired on
almost as a huckster or a shill
in working towards its denial.
Even if simultaneity naturally occurs
in a language way,
one would be a suspect of them self
to acknowledge
or should I say admit
that such things as simultaneity
do, did or, in the midst,
could exist.
When shared,
it is as if we have been played,
for when coincidence occurs.
We can make for rich confirmation
with coincidence,
once it has been revisited
as a shared experience.
But simultaneity,
without the backing
of an in-time account
and the subsequent banter,
is completely dismissible.
Oh sure, we made a space
in language for
parallels, tandems, concurrents
and the reflux of deja vous.
For certain,
on the inner awareness screen,
self-schizophrenia as a process,
lives a secret life.
There is apprehension
to any of the aforementioned
coming out in spoken words,
for that would be
a betrayal of being.
But yet, simultaneity,
as unreported, happens.
These in-sync occurrences
bleed through, in spite
of the body guards
at the self-recognition door.
Presence leaves some after-affects.
Short-term memory quips
are heard murmuring close by.
“Did that just happen?”
is posted as a self question,
possibly overheard
by others near by.
Coincidence is
in the same gene pool
as simultaneity.
Speaking in tongues
is recollected
as a functional rumor.
Quirks, flukes and luck
have all been inferred,
but not really appointed
as significant or substantial.
Simultaneity, at this point
is but a quantum yawn
at the start of a yawn contagion.
This is a sort of refresher course
in oneness arriving.
The empathy gene is gaining
public consensual status.
People start to channel
their higher self
without permission or self-restraint.
What is this world coming to
or where is it coming from?
Communication is migrating
into conveyance.
Intention becomes a friendship bond.
Self-love shared
becomes a deep-well concept
of being.
Simultaneity is still a stealth endeavor.
Listen,
there is still the door excuse
at the internal knock!
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
The gut check on reality’s fix * 8/14/12
Start with:
The familiar footbridge
of next thoughts coming.
Check.
The internal handholding
from feelings fully forming.
Check.
The visual lineouts, crossed off,
heading down this moment’s list.
Check.
The cuing of details,
reading them mindfully in a murmur
one after another.
Check.
The haunting of internal quips,
reciting the past
as single word taunts and failures.
Check.
The forming of a mindset,
meeting these next tasks
coming to your face.
Check.
The surge of a self-sense,
closing in on what’s doable.
Check.
The sensory joy of your movement,
as you’re set into action.
Check.
Hearing your own speech,
as laying out your claims.
Check.
The campfire building
from shared conversation.
Check.
How these immediacies
wipe away that face of boredom.
Check.
The percolation of heartfelt,
shared as if a coffee break.
Check.
The animation of being,
as the day is now a buzzing.
Check.
And so it goes . . .
The gut check on reality’s fix . . .
Redone with revolving regularity
throughout your day . . .
Check. And check.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
The oneness question revisited * 8/12/12
One with everything,
forever and ever, and always,
is that it?
“Is that it”, is,
the least qualified search party
to send out on this questioning quest.
“Is that it”, as an occupancy,
would have to undergo
a paradoxical transformation
as its preliminary initiation
of this momentous process
as if it were an in-time ongoing-ness.
“Is that it’ would have to dissolve
of itself and unto itself
until whatever was the question,
whatever was the goal,
whatever was the need for return
to an understanding had ceased
and all of that,
that is of constituency,
had by natural cause,
refined and integrated
into a wholeness fabric
with no separation as its existence,
no recall or return,
no impetus to seek or sustain,
no identity of concept or being,
and certainly no measure in time
or with time,
nor with any sense of space
or declaration to occupy.
“Everything”, as of the question,
would have no dimensional sense
to partake in.
“Forever and always,”
as implied in the question,
are and were just curse word concepts
belittling with
human self-consciousness imposition
as distraction
by having the status of
reverent, relevant and consuming.
“Is that it”, entered the questioning pool
as if it were a rock
seeking depth-groundedness
and essential-source,
only to dissolve-evolve into this pool
as the medium itself,
fluid as essence, and being that
beyond differentiation,
muted and void to respond,
octaves of in-depth surroundings,
without reduction to return
into a lesser awareness medium.
The it of no it,
is not separate from it
but through and throughout,
without interruption in any way
to the nature, the nurture
and the presence
evoked by and from
the question itself.
Once as again:
Say it, without meaning,
without hurl or the sourcefulness
to stand as separate and hurl.
Say it, with a meaningless
voluminous empty-fullness,
senselessly absolute
and comprehensively unto itself,
complete . . .
“One with everything,
forever and ever,
oblivion,
as always is all ways. . .”
Saturday, August 11, 2012
The oneness question * 8/11/12
One with everything,
forever and ever, and always,
is that it?
to answer that question:
if you left language,
as if it were litter dust
from the use of a concept
linearly called out in time,
if in your brain
you no more laid down tracks
to cope with this pervasive technique
called understanding,
if from the impact
of the hobby of experience
consummately repeated 24/7
over many years
yet not overwhelmed by it,
your consciousness
was not something you came to
but came through you,
so much so,
that this riddle of self-consciousness,
as a traumatic state of ongoing-ness
was no more the koan of being,
then, upon arising
from the wastelands of commonality,
from the refuse of comprehension,
from the sensory idolatry of definitiveness,
oneness could be claimed.
Yet that very act of itself,
the claiming of oneness
would be an expositional denial
in contrast and conflict
to its very existence.
For there is no audience,
no means of awareness
that is not totally dedicated
and immersed in the oneness
as dance.
For from within the dance itself,
there is no poignancy
to a self aggrandizing method
that portrays as a reference
outside of the ongoing of now.
There is no embrace
that is not but complete surrender
into and of the whole.
There is no extracted method
called claim, in service.
There is no time to forever.
Language is a life jacket
not a savior in and of source.
All cells know of all matter.
Beyond our sensory dwell,
in the depth of prominence of antimatter
there is a now
without observation, tending, or deeds.
Oneness, as a word,
belies a mite of a concept
that lives on and in the human brain.
It is its own courageous breath
to leap out of the being
and the self (as) consciousness,
to be by no means of know-ability,
all of everywhere coalescing,
with no existence
of commingling with all things.
As with nothing,
everything is also undifferentiated
and dynamically so
without forward, future, impress,
or conclusion as the seat or source
of consciousness as existence . . .
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