The Universe
is a manifestation
of the Music of the Godself,
and I am a personification of that Universe.

Music is not my Medium; I am that of Music.

The Universe at any given time
is the "All-Chord" of that moment;
The Harmony of all that is,
implying a motion
forward in time
perhaps towards resolution?

Not if Entropy has anything to say about it,
which, by now, it certainly seems to.

What a queer Symphony is this Existence,
that implores Entropy to be Maestro!

A Babushka Doll Set of Paradoxes,

*Perfect!

We've crafted such elegant tools
Words which baffle the tongue
and weapons which tear tongues out.

We have so many words
as if tools in a box
But, if we fail to realize that the tool is the means and not the end,
as a map is the means to finding a destination,
we assume we've arrived at the destination by looking at our mass-produced maps
and by saying our mass-produced words
instead of by traversing the terrain and climbing the mountain
to look around for ourselves and craft our own maps.

Our maps must be
Unique to each one of us. Unique to our experiences.

No one can know your dogma;
sometimes not even you.
No one can find your way but you,
sometimes not even then.
No one can guide you on the inward journey but your mind,
sometimes not even that.

All we can do is give each other maps which have proven useful to us.
It takes the individual to take the steps of the journey.
Is it lamentable when the individual doesn't even realize there is a journey:
Life is the classroom in which the lesson is taught.
The lesson defies words: It is more subtle and elegant than we have tools to denote;
The territory is far too complex and constantly shifting to draw a definite, permanent map.

We must learn to draw our own map
to realize the limitations of our tools
to come to terms with the boundaries of our perceptions

Otherwise the maps are useless.
Otherwise our tools are useless.
Otherwise the lesson is useless.

Otherwise the beauty of reality is lost on us.

"O, how Light
doth so verily well as Ink
upon canvases of Darkness,
as Darkness
doth so verily the same
by Light.

Thus
do I beseech of thee
to speak at any length with me
of this 'good' and 'bad.'
over which you toil yet so."

Instead of nourishing extensive philosophical quandary,
it seems that they'd rather suppress it in the name of:
"THIS IS HOW IT IS, SHUT THE **** UP
AND DON'T QUESTION WHAT YOU'RE TOLD!"

to which one is seemingly entitled to reply;
"Jawohl, mein Führer! Mein Leben für den Vaterland!"

What is it
within the realm of
my Self
that has the nerve
to question the divinity
of this current, fleeting moment?

Is it not the vessel of Life, itself,
that is used to navigate
these, the occluded
Seas of Death?

Could it not be
that a Mind and Body
are the very salvation
over which we so toil?

Would it not be an act of pure mercy
to have the capacity to look around
and to think, and create
while, all the time,
being pulled under
by the inevitable tide of change
we, in English, chose to call
"Death?"

That, in itself,
should inspire me to carry on
and to turn an eye
up from the ground, back from the past;
to within my self; this current moment;
and on, upward:
to the skies and, likewise,
the future.

What is it about my Mind
that so enjoys, or perhaps requires
some selfish sense of 'overlooking'
for the sake of ephemeral comfort?

Alas,
I know what word I would use,
but I dare yet not to use it;
for, t'is that a word, itself,
isn't the concept, itself;
and it's use would be to misdirect
from the nature of the experience,
and to mistranslate what I feel.

I realize the necessity
for names; for words:
we use them to facilitate communication.
I also understand their limit:
there is a great realm
beyond the transparent restraints
of our Languages.

I would identify the culprit
as either "Ego," or "Id."
But, better yet, I would argue
"both and neither."

Freud had some great ideas,
but I tend towards Jung-

I could sooner call it the Shadow,
or at least one aspect of it.

The Shadow is semi-subconscious.
It is an amalgam of fears and repression.
It can only hold so much pressure
before it erupts.
So,
I implore you
to study your Shadow.

It has great potential for change.
Failing to utilize it
is to be utilized by it.
Make it work for you
or you will work for it.
Use your Shadow
to your advantage,
or it will use you
to that of it's own.

Pick apart your Self;
put it back together.
Sometimes that's easier said than done,
but, with a proper mindset,
it'll come and leave
before you even know it.
It happens all the time.

Refuse the shackles
of thy Shadow;
break the chains
and share with the world
the fleeting feeling
of self-liberation.

That is,
if someone doesn't misinterpret what you've said;
looking through the Shadow,
everything looks darker.

Realize where you're going.
Realize what you're doing.

Heed what you feed,
external or internal.

Seek Balance.
Explore Ideas.
Gain Understanding
no matter how slow:
at all
is far better
than so many.

No one may escape these Seas;
but you can start some ripples
that will propagate ad infinitum.

Ask. Practice. Learn. Grow.

Spite and disdain:
the sustenance of modern society.

Oh how we love to talk **** on others
while ourselves being perfect and blame free:

How is the weather? How is the view?
Up there in your tower, with nothing but you?
So high above the filth that makes up the rest of us,
tell me, o Majesty, how things seem to you,
with your flawless perception,
perfect opinions,
passive-aggressive disdain,
and hubristic spite.


"Wer im Glashaus wohnt sollt nicht im Wohnzimmer bumsen."
"[One] who lives in a glass house shouldn't **** in the living room."

Right at this very moment
there isn't much on this Earth I'd rather do
than interlace our fingers
and look into eachother's eyes
  and nip at your ears, collarbone and neck
as I make sweet, passionate Love
to you.

Be kind and do good
for no good reason;
not because it looks good
but because it is good.

To need a day
to be humane
is to celebrate
fractured empathy.

It is good we have days
where it's hip to give and be nice,
but wouldn't it be nice indeed
if we didn't need to be reminded?

Happy Christmas-
Remember what it signifies.
Think of those with less
and meet everyone
with love, humility, and gratitude.

The truest of Terrorists
in this our wretchedized World
will never be publicly labeled as such
for they are the ones
convincing all the others
that all the others
are the Terrorists.

You want to find the Terrorists?
Look in our buildings of Government;
the policy makers and enforcers:
politicians, judges, police, lawyers, lobbyists;
who are corporately sponsored
and/or backed by secret Societies
tend to be the ones
who most viciously violate Human Rights
through Fear, Prejudice, Violence and Ignorance,
(that is to say Demagoguery)
for personal gain
and that of their Clan.

That sounds like the truest of Terrorism to me.

Nothing is eternal.
Only that which dwells
outside the realm of reason
is forever eternal.

No, it isn't "God"
but it is what it is
that is so often misinterpreted
by so many as "God".
""God" is just another thing we've created
to try to make the unfathomable
fathomable.

So is Tao. So is Brahman. So is Allah. So is YHWH/Yahweh.

These are just constructs for our limited perceptions and ignorance; for our need for words.

Because nothing is eternal,
everything is sacred.
Divine.
Holy.
Transient and shifting.

Not in a dogma sort of way, for that diminishes the possibilities.
More of a dynamic spiritualism kind of way.
Forever changing, recycling, pulling and pushing.
Like water, or good music.

There is peace in this existence.
You've just gotta learn to allow it to embrace you.

The more you deny, the less you experience.

I'm not sayin' that she doesn't love,
I'm just sayin' she has love like poison;
and, no, not the good kind of poison;
an innocuous enough seeming poison
of which I wish ne'ermore to partake.

We had neigh incompatible sorts of love,
yet seemed rather complementary as lovers.

Now my form of love is to
remove myself completely from her,
to remove each and every last trace;

I mean it not so much with that intention,
but that result seems to be a side-effect of
efforts to remove unnecessary contention.

So be it.

I can only hope it's not outrageous
for me to claim it in the name of mercy.

Every day
may not be good,
but there is always
some good to be found
in every day.

The same can be said
of practically anything.

If you can't find it,
make it.
Once it's there:
nurture it.

Leaders of the 'Free World':
Get jobs inflating hot air baloons
with all that hot air you love to blow,
Then perhaps you'd make an honest living
and your words would be useful
not just to you and yours, but to those you claim to seek to help.

WE ARE SERFS
WE ARE PEONS
WE ARE PAWNS
WE ARE STATISTICS
WE ARE UNITS TO BE EXTORTED
WE ARE UNITS OF PRODUCTION
WE ARE THE UNTOUCHABLES

Our right is to worship our system

[There is] So much figurative Wisdom in this world
yet so much of this wonderful Wisdom is taken as literal
by the people who call themselves People
who indeed are Sheeple.

Figurative wisdom taken literally is profane to philosophers and true mythological scholars alike.

I heard you knocking
with the long red rays of sunset.
Tranquility falls over the land as the sky blackens.
You step into my chamber and disrobe.
Before me now is the Night, in all her bare, transcendent beauty.
The icy fingers of wind which which whip over our bodies do not discomfort us,
in fact they welcome us into her realm.
As Night embraces me, we sway with the wind.
We take in the energy of the moon
and the beauty of the crisp, clear, dark and speckled night sky.

Too compassionate to say no
but too fed up to say yes.

Each time I put down my guitar,
I feel as if get a bit better at it;
and each time I pick it up once more
I notice my subtle yet very real progress;
and, who knows; one of these days,
I may just get good at it!

I mean not to downplay
my musical accomplishments,
I simply seek only to try to convey
that I feel one of my greatest accomplishments
lies in the realization of a true Path:
to keep on practicing;
to keep on studying;
of my own accord
and in the process
not seeking to be good,
but seeking only to improve.

Hoping all the while
that my invested time
will one day bear fruit;
time already feels
as if it is ripening before me;
as if it is ripening for me.

The Future is pregnant with potential.
The Future always begins Now.

If
God is Dead
it is ONLY because
WE drove HIM to SUICIDE
(...and who could blame Him?)

...and if
Satan is King
it is ONLY because
WE built HIS THRONE and CROWNED HIM
(...and who could blame Him?)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nXg2WsNCrW4
The DHS is the new SS.
SIEG HEIL!
Wir dürfen nichts befragen.
We're allowed to question anything.

THE GOVERNMENT HAS ORDERED
FROM 450,000,000 TO 1,000,000,000 ROUNDS
OF HOLLOW POINT AMMUNITION;
ENOUGH FOR ONE BULLET FOR EACH OF US AND TWO FOR SOME OF US
TO ONE BULLET FOR EVERY 7 PEOPLE ON EARTH

RAPID MILITARIZATION
IS A THING TO BE WEARY OF;

**** THIS MARTIAL LAW
**** THIS NEW WORLD ORDER;

There's no reason to question Authority, right?

Anyone who pays Taxes
in the United States
helps to fund one of the most prevalent Terrorist organizations in the World

Just because we have phones and computers
doesn't mean we should stop everything we're doing
just to check up on them constantly.
Society breeds lemmings.

There's a fine line
betwixt convenience and plague,
utility and plight,
nurturing and smothering.

No one owes you anything
just as you owe no one anything.

Life is deeper
than the tools we craft
as conveniences;
If you can't get ahold of someone
when you really want to,
perhaps you oughtta go do something for yourself:

Think. Read. Breathe. Create art.
Drink a glass of water. Drink a glass of wine.
Sleep. Meditate. Dance. Cook. Laugh. Think.

You just may be amazed what you can learn and accomplish
when you turn your focus inward
without explicit regard for time or space
or your computer or phone.