Know other, and thus

know thyself.



Know what thou art not 

and thyself shall unfurl

before thine eyes.



Yet, know thine eyes as thyself, 

and know no self before another.

One twine of thy spiral 

unwinding, whence

thy center point 

diverges, vast,

in multitudes amassed 

betwixt thee; the eye 

of the spiral of unwinding. 



Thy sleeping self, 

merely asleep

to life within a dream; 

awake to All 

aplenty.



Alas, in tangent vortices

all aspects of thee 

exist in mirrored reiteration.

Fractalescent bodies of one name.



Above the vortices 

converging round the center:

a greater maw.



A many weaving being, seeing
everything expanding in concentricity

round compounding sound,

the endless symphony;

ubiquitous infinite 

vibrations of eternity,

in resonant helical geometry. 



But these are just the roots..



Somewhere, 

amidst the canopy, ever-thriving

disseminating light,

crystalline dimensions break the mind

splitting time in two.



And there are

infinities in every inch…

every inch of me

and you.



A billion years of histories;

a billion people,

a trillion different views.



All, interconnected

through the dissection

of light projected dimensions

of intention wrapped, 

and woven endlessly

around a gaping space of emptiness

chock-full of energetic collectives.



Each an individual unto themselves.



I think, maybe, that’s what angels are.



Accumulations of many universes;
pulsating orbs of holographic light,

teeming and erupting with the knowledge

of a love that cannot be contained

by illusory space.

You won’t get boiling water by throwing ice into a fire.

A new beginning

whenever nothing changes

only “nothing” changes

and around me

the world is a blur of possibilities



impossible realities

teeming without being

bleeding into other colors

creating spectrums of watercolors melding



I am seated in the eye

unmoving, but

subsuming all



A solitary moon, in bloom

a copacetic collective tomb

an actualized reflection

of the Sun’s eternal truth



Who gazes upon a raptured earth

which whips around its center

never spectered, it is

the very essence of presence

the substance of birth

the metaphor of real things



Imaginary musings
excusing transience

mentality a sense, a lens

a consumption of cosmic

resurgent worth



I am bestowed,

to You, 

forever, immortal You
The All-becoming thing

I give of myself

becoming seen

I neither expect nor reject
I’ll just be open to what’s next
Dreams made, believed, come manifest
but only when I let them rest

Investing all my energy in synergy
Aligning with the truth of One reality
Trusting in the plan and what is meant for me
Seeing I’m supported, fulfilled and free

I believe it will turn out as it’s supposed to
so I’m surrendering control and choosing virtue
Spreading love from up above to make the world new
I hope you’ll join me, too

I am
cosmic nothingness,
an augur of a fallen star

I wonder
who exists in the emptiness,
what belongs to time and time alone

I hear
whispers in the formless void,
a song that weaves itself into the fabric

I see
consciousness in colors blooming,
light cascading from beyond

I want
to create myself

I pretend
I am speaking with a love I've never met

I feel
elated by my evanescence, surrendering regret

I touch
the current of the endless ocean

I worry
I am lost

I cry
it is hopeless

I understand
we wake to live the day

I say
I am a cup of ocean

I dream
of memories I've never truly lived

I try
to surrender

I hope
to love again, be loved as much

I am
cosmic nothingness,
an augur of a fallen star



I breathe,
and I am being


I exhale,
and am released


I am
liberated in the 
instance of believing

for

I know
that I know nothing



What ghost of home exists within

the leagues between it all?

Who is out beyond the ticking clock?

Who swims in the deep?



In my dreams, it is a whisper in my ear

an echoing, resonant song

which reverberates in the midst of all existence

condensing energy into form



Whirling color,
in closed eye visuals

represents the self in schism

whilst light speckles the night

and blooms into being



From red and blue, purple

From light and dark,
I become myself



I am
fooling myself, dreaming of tomorrow

Wasting away in reverie

I exhale, and breathe

And water fills my lungs
as I sink into the deep



In waking,
I am
ever moving forward

still holding the ocean’s tears within my lungs


I dream
of memories I’ve never truly lived

release myself and love seeps in


I have
tumbled from heaven to earth

and gained substance

Some days, blue skies blanket me in heaven’s rays

the world is charged with rejuvenating, living color

Warmth envelopes my heart and soul

and I am worthy of feeling



Yet, then the world turns, and I wake to gray

and fire boils my blood and burns my brain

I’m left to fight a battle with my pain

but these are the most paramount of days



I reminisce in moments stretching on

forgetting who I am, for what I live

In peace and solace given, I am gone

In peril I’m restored with heart to give



For in these days I fight as sunlight hides

and find my strength is waiting in the mist

to seek a shred of beauty as I’m blind

and darkness demands I be vigorous


So simple would it be for me 

to just capitulate

Surrender to my apathy

when in this sorry state



How easy I might find it is,

to wallow, destitute

Yet, hardened in my promises,

I am forever resolute



When languish tempts my weary soul 

and pleasant dreams abound in bed

I’ll carry on to reach my goal, 

and lift my heavy head

Coerce me not by semblance nor by grace
nor make my purity known before my blights
Appeal to me in pleasantry’s embrace;

convince me you know nothing of my nights



For, in my deepest truth, I am entrenched

in fleeting, mortal nature on this earth

With every light, will darkness be dispensed,

and sadness mirrors every shred of mirth



So find in me, these unbecoming things

hidden in my heart and cowering

Find me there, still clutching this raw wound

Embrace my darkest parts to be attuned



May I find love, in authenticity,

or be alone, but know what’s truly me

In the beauty and splendor of the morning light
there is newfound glory, and truth to behold
Through toils and troubles I have found my might
In transmuting darkness, does love unfold

With every step I take, 
though I fear my back may break
and life may beat me down, 
and all seem to forsake

When every moment squandered seems
a waste of life in bated breaths,
and harrowing the mysteries, 
that come just before death

I know my heart cannot be free
of life and love and precious things
I’ll be rebirthed in sanctity
surrendering to spring

Storms are not born
They are old as light
You cannot have power
but it is harnessed

There is no such thing as a river
but it shapes as it flows
You can only hold your breath for so long

The mind is a sieve
and a lattice
The heart, a prism
and a fathomless ocean

The world is a pebble in that dark;
a nascent dream
There is no loss of innocence
We are eternal, spanning across time

Only the eye knows,
before the mind’s grasp
All else is distorted

Once a flower blooms,
in that moment, it exists forever
There is nothing in creation that can change it
All is forever changed because of it

Power is but a ripple, or an echo
There is only embrace

From the start, we are entwined,
integrated solely with truth
All of life seeks to replicate this intimacy,
but only death can

Here lieth pleasure’s open’d form;  
thy splendor wholesomely beget,  
whence parting clouds dispel my storm  
‘n light divine shouldst warm me, yet.

Commendeth thee, my soul implores;  
thru many’s work doth One bestow.  
Upon the endless ocean’s shores  
to watch the swell recede and grow.

For whosoever wisps about  
on worldly winds, in currents grip  
-whose faith within shall shine, devout-  
surrender’d to unending trip.

No happenstance shall coincide  
alack of reason, stretching wide.  
Wherewith mine heart is anchor’d, stilled,  
inset to breadth, as I, fulfilled.

I am learning Earth and Water. Trees are experts in mindfulness. They communicate in silence, using psychic vibrations that resonate in communion with the cycles of nature. Offer up to them your presence, and they will reflect upon you their stability and coolness. At our roots we are life itself. I have learned, from the quiet, to love myself as a plant. I need water, light, air and love. Growth is a natural thing. Sustenance is deepest in its simplicity. Human love can be convoluted and strange, forming labyrinths within the psyche. Yet all space, immaterial and material, confounds us with illusions of separation. If I close my eyes, and melt into the quintessence of energy, I become the haze and see beyond seeing; choosing to feel in my heart. This is spiritual water. The mind ripples as thought, distorting the clarity of the endless ocean of energy. This is a stage in the cycle. Being mindful includes acknowledging the noise between silence. If we are to recognize ourselves, we must feel the passing waves of energy; the way they manifest in the formless void as whispers on the canvas of our minds’ eyes. There is no forcing surrender. We must embrace volatility and transience in order to let go.

To see what you are
you must do the work of shedding
what you are not.

You have buried it, don’t you see?
You have buried it, but it cannot die.

The wind is in a hurry, recently

My mind is in a flurry,

specious things

flittering 
like scattered leaves 

upon the breeze



i’ll take this very moment

no reason to be clinging

no hope bestowed 
for me

I am not yearning



I’ll sing a little 
melody of peace

quiet my unruly mind 
and be

just be

within this moment

happily alone with it

just like the wind 
I’m blowing



Flowing with the shifts

but never knowing

where I’m going



Just along the midst

of ever drifting currents

not a care to hold me back

there’s nothing lacked

when I’m not hoping



I let it all just flow

I’m letting go



I’m not controlling

anything

anything 
but me


and I am free

and life is but a dream

though I am anything but sleeping



Clarifying me, 
I’m overflowing

energy 
through every seam

lucidity in knowing


gravity released

and I am hovering

on the breeze again

When love finds me

I hope it is because

it is the love that I embody

I merged with this,
the Infinite.
The song of Heaven,
I could hear it.

Vibrations of eternity
surrounding me,
and written throughout everything,
the lyrics.

All different pitch
of perfect wave,
resounding to fragment
the quintessence
of this presence
to which I now belonged.

Yet, this energy condenses.
Re-administered,
from essence to presence.
A blip within the static of magic.

Eye could not exist,
in reminiscent wishes,
avasting existence.

The depth within the deep
of endless ocean called to me:
to stimulate emotion
in the impartation of separation
from Infinity.

The pull of gravity consumed me.
Here, again, within the fill
of fragrant, illusory "being,"

I live to speak of bleeding
into everything and nothing.

Unseen, 
in dark unknowing;

gazing into unreflective waters,

beckoned by the deep.



A shroud of deadened sound,

in windless night, in hush.

The world, my home, 
holds its breath.



As I am,

slipping from grip, 

a yawning mist

and incorporeal.



Seeking
to define
 the indefinite,

intangible and shifting, 

ephemeral resonance.



Sluggish, in a dream;

an astral projection
of intention.


Awaken
the mind, arrested.

Unmoving, in sleep paralysis.



A voiceless song,

belonging to the lungs,

never echoed.



Choking on my death.

Unworldly breath.

What am I?

Can I not see
myself?



The mind identifies

with drifting tides. 

Unbound from time,

I cry.



An aching
sinks, 
beneath the chest
.
Within the gut, it rests.



My soul, instilled
in stillness.


My greatest wish,
a passioned kiss
with 
the intimate

unfurling
of the world 
in
ubiquitous coalition.



The breath of life
,
which fills my lungs, 

never meets the blood.



To be. 

To be.

To be

and never question.



To be free
and known,

as evidenced in vested
interest 
with my sole existence.

I want to be known.

Why can’t anyone see me?

it’s not a simple pulse
or glow
or ebb and flow

it emanates, effuses
moves
it hums and shifts 
and breathes
and teems and bleeds

it waxes as it wanes
it sustains

it blinks and basks
in fog and shadow black
but ever holds them back;
it sits, unyielding

if I peer into
the center, sole
within the tick of time,

(litany of light’s design,
the shadow of which is the mind;
the split becometh sign;
an augur, yet electrified,
divine)

I find

it multiplies
from sources slipped

into ever pocketed perpetuity

divided throughout space, beyond acuity

through you and me,
through everything, coursing

are spheres that surge in unity

that swell, and lose their pressure

only to return in equal measure


forever
and ever

and ever

to touch one person, who touches one person, who touches one person...
to feel in a way only you can
to see through the lens of your individuality
to impart an aspect of your identity onto reality
you are a fragment of eternity,  

i see things changing and it aches
but we could not think, could not feel, could not experience beauty
if time was not forever rolling onward
if things did not change  

to grieve is to love
to love is to empty yourself to hold space for another
to understand in spite of your ignorance
to grasp the truth that we cannot be alone
and nothing exists in a vacuum  

i’m tired of feeling insignificant
i am magnificent, passionate enchantment
echoes resounding in the vast, indifferent infinite
an embodiment of spirit amongst physicalist pessimists  

I may be small, but I am all,  
if only I connect with existence

with each breath, deeper

to each core the body holds

connecting light to silent sight

within, the darkness folds

awakening the sleeper
    


each moment passes

a skipping stone connects

to the water’s surface

rippling ad infinitum
    


each hovering lapse

of passing through the air

(the air we breathe)

stretching awareness 

over four corners
    


cardinal elements coalescing

fragmented only 

in seeing selves

seeing selves
    


when two sets of eyes gaze into each other

and see mirrors stretch in endless reiteration
    


with each sigh and closing eye

with each smile we wear with pride

with each muscle fiber coming to relax

we instill, in self, the greatness of it all
    


in every meditative venture

into ever expanding silence

we reach deeper toward the truth

speaking without thought

becoming present
    


becoming diaphanous, intangible

permeable sheets of white light

transparent vessels of time

we dissolve and become

Forever

I met myself in a dream last night
Cast circles upon the idle mind
To look into the mirror there
Within the depths, the unaware

I slept in blips
Awoke in haze
Spent lying time
In yesterdays

I floated under sailing stars
Greeted horrors near and far
The vast stampede within my brain
Lucidity, raving insane

Then woke again
To sleep this time
To death, and death
To be defied

From back before the nature’s edge
I worked around and hid, and dredged
All traps lay waiting for my hitch
Each demon creeping in a ditch

Yet round I worked and came about
To exit at my mental mouth
The monsters worked along with me
To help me be in synergy

It comes and goes
in flurries and spurious blips
It ebbs and flows
regaining balance as I trip


I stumble to and fro
but only so
I get a grip


so I can know
the self is just a sip
from a cup from a well
of endlessness


I think I’ll take a dip in it,
the aquifer  beneath;
the self that sleeps;


the surging deep
that covers all
that I discover
in the midst of this
duplicitous engagement with
the mist


Like water
in its various states
Like cycles of the moon
like seasons changing


Like the air:
the space that holds,
where self unfolds
in rearranging


but sit with it
the emptiness
and resonate in semblance


as when breathing
we are feeling
come and go,
but never leaving


Such deceiving things
the tapestry of dreams
forever stringing being


To be the thread
not alive
nor dead
but interweaving

Is every sense a sentence?  
Is every birth a death  
of emptiness?  

Must we be captive, captivated,  
waiting for our breath in endless,  
breathless steps upon  
the winding road of silence?  

Is this aching, heartbreaking  
anticipation of something,
a world working;
a sensation,  
presentation coming through  
to its unearthing?  

Why does time stretch on
while we wander, squandering
the very truths we’ve clung to  
in our being and becoming?

It’s not every day
I have something to say
or something worth bestowing.
Sometimes, there’s nothing showing,
nothing growing…nothing flowing.

I’ve written “all and open”
over and over again
yet I feel closed from knowing
what is true, where to begin.  

In tumultuous earth,
quaking in memories
I see the death of me;
the rest of me, left empty
in a shell of reverie  

I cannot breathe.

These influences of devotion,
to "shall" and "should" and "would"  and where to be,
are gripping me with apathy  
as I refuse to find my muse  
in emptying the self I’ve come to bleed through.  

Nothing structured,
layaway my pain,
let rest my brain;  
no more contained  
in rage or evanescence;  

no regrets,  
no retrospect,  
no message. 

I’ve been,
and I will be
remembering and breathing;

still believing in moving on  
I’ll reach for the stars
until I burn inside the sun.  

Those days are gone.
I am not Nothing.
Done calling myself nought,
I am becoming.  

Even if I sway,
tarry here and there,
in my own way I’m home  
amongst the air; the wind  
still embraces me, without a care.
No caveat or cross to bear.  

I am bare to night,
tonight.
I swear it, naked.

I am starlight
drinking starlight in.

Candles steady.
I am ready,
but not simply to begin.  

I recognize the moving tides
that crash against my skin;
that fill me  
up from within.  

My world, akin.
My Endless Ocean.

Forests part to form a road,
as the Earth swallows itself
erecting mountains which split in two
and on the horizon,
basking in the glow of the rising sun,
your outstretched hand draws me in at shimmering speeds  

Together, we adjourn, to radiant morrow
my heart settled comfortably in my throat
radiating warmth, and love, and truth
nourishing me deeply,
setting me up for a beautiful future
full of joyful tears