Have you ever thought about a friend,
And eerily, they call you on the phone?
Happy coincidence many will contend,
Or perhaps another context was shown.
Thoughts reside beyond the five senses.
Tangible, however not physically there.
The system most believe is a consensus,
Built upon sensory input that we share.
Yet, without our conscious awareness,
There are no experienced perceptions.
Material is a subset, and in all fairness,
We're often holding to misconceptions.
A part of us abides in an ethereal place,
The realm of mind, emotion and being.
Universes of thought, all sharing space,
Where our physical eyes are not seeing.
Some claim matter generates thought,
While others maintain it's nonphysical.
So, find out yourself what is and is not,
And visit the land of the metaphysical.
Fear of Nipples
If it isn't a short skirt
it's a woman's nipples.
What are you so afraid of?
Your own primal instinct?
Can you hold back your desire?
Or is it truly disgust...
directed toward a body much the same as your own?
I thought my heart was broken.
It truly breaks now,
to think that I may only live
I would rather live this life,
and this life only,
over and over,
I say that,
not knowing what
the future brings,
yet knowing that the past
brought you into my life.
That is all I need to know.
This life will one day end,
my Love for you never will.
One night, in a sleepy little mountain land, a flash was seen up on a peak most grand. Two nearby villages sent out their best scout to climb the highest point, and look about. There was also a man who lived in a cave, he'd seen the light too, and felt very brave.
By day, three set out from their own place, not knowing another until finding the base. They all had arrived at about the same time, incredulous about each preparing to climb. The taller of the three decided to speak first. He was louder than all when he conversed.
“You there, come with me! I'll lead the way! I've got the best gear, and rope here today!”
“No!” Said a second, as his rebuke began. “I'll start the hike, let's follow my plan!”
Both men turned to the man from the cave. He did nothing, but smile politely, and wave. Thinking the man a fool, both turned away, and returned their attention on what to say.
“Off with you!” Said the tall man to the other. “I'm going to the top. Go back to your mother.”
“Hah!” Said the other. “My tools will prevail. This rope is much stronger, and cannot fail.”
Each man went on his own way up the slope. Neither believing in the others tactics, or rope. The man from the cave planned to wait a while. He'd let them go first, then start his own trial. So, the next day the quiet man chose a route. He traveled some time, until he heard a shout.
“Hey, take my line! I've made it to the top!” Yelled the tall man down a craggy outcrop. The quiet man pulled himself up the rock, he found his feet, and let the tall one talk.
“Look here! I found what it was, come see!” And the tall man pointed to a broken tree. “You see there, it was lightning that did this. That strike was simply too bright to miss.”
The quiet man smiled, and looked higher. Seeing more mountain was his only desire. He left the tall man and his timber behind, continuing upwards to see what he'd find.
After many hours there was yet another call. The second man shouted from a steep wall. “Hey! Grab the rope, I've made it my friend!” The quiet man obliged and began to ascend. Once at the top he listened to the other man, who was camping, and eating food in a can.
“My quiet friend, I've found the highest truth. Though, I haven't seen one since my youth!” Then the man pointed to a hole in the ground. In the center was a dark rock he had found. “It's a meteorite, like I had seen in the past, and that flash came from the impact blast.”
The quiet man nodded, and gazed up again. There was more mountain, and facts to attain. Leaving the other man behind with his tent, the man from the cave continued his ascent.
With the setting sun he arrived at the summit, set up camp, prepared a bed, and sat upon it. Fire light danced around the quiet man's face, as he watched the sky turn to black of space.
Countless stars sparkled in the mountain air, while he ate his meal, and let go of all care. The moon resembled a giant pearl in the sky. He carefully examined it, and let out a sigh.
“How many lunar cliffs could one scale?” He pondered this, and thought of the trail. “I do realize that both men could be right, but does it matter what caused the light?” With that last thought, and feeling well fed, he dozed off peacefully, secure in his bed.
During the night the quiet man had a dream. He was a space pioneer who was on a team. They explored the universe to find out more, returning home with new insights to store.
At dawn he awakened, body feeling anew, and inspected a terrain now coated in dew. Some distance out was a pool on the plateau, the rays from the sun made its surface glow. It looked refreshing, so he went for a drink. He arrived at the spot, then stopped to think.
In the clear water he noticed his reflection. He knelt down and studied his complexion. Suddenly he was hit with a peculiar feeling. It was subtle first, but then quite revealing. As his own face in the water became a blur, an ancient memory inside him began to stir.
He'd existed in various times and places, ever present, yet wearing different faces. Temporary things were pieces of a game. When one ended, inside stayed the same. It created a backdrop for what was true, while allowing the wisdom to flow too. The man found not just a tree, or a hole, but the 'I AM' presence some call a soul.
For, the truth is similar to a mountain, it pours down like an endless fountain. As one climbs, the perspective expands, seeing more mountains, and other lands. How you arrived made little difference, and to argue this point was a hindrance. Once at the top, there was more to know, and that gave one opportunity to grow.
Some will set up camp and stay a while, and others keep exploring with a smile. So, whichever path you decide to choose, be kind, and respectfully share the views.
no, I'm not talking about the ones with big noses
or greasy hair
not the ones with bad breath
or round bellies
no, I just like them raw
a little broken, a little sad
the ones with scars
a story to tell
I sure know how to pick em' you might say
but I'd never give them up any day
a whole adventure in a person like the outdoors
one with canyons and mountains he would let me explore
only ugly guys give themselves all at once
no parts hidden, everything is exposed
vulnerability is thought to be a weakness but in reality it's bold
I like ugly guys.
Today is a beautiful day.
Tomorrow will be a beautiful day.
The day is always beautiful in my mind.
It is always beautiful in my mind.
In my mind there is only beauty;
beauty in as many forms as can be.
None are more or less beautiful.
Some are beautiful like a gem,
Some are beautiful like a smile,
and some are beautiful like the sun.
In my mind there is only beauty,
every form of beauty,
and every form of Love.
In my mind there is only Love;
every opportunity for Love.
The sun shines for everyone.
In my mind the sun always shines.
In my heart the sun always shines.
In this reality the sun always shines.
In my mind there is only Love.
In my heart there is only Love.
In this reality there is only Love.