The words within swell and twirl
Looking for some escape
Some outlet to dance and whirl
To make an appearance -- a shape

Within they rage
A storm that knows no end
Singing from their solemn cage
Only freedom can mend
Their wish to inhabit a page
A will no man can gauge
To whom no help can lend

Time never can quell
Those words that wish to swell
To dance and whirl and play
A power that cannot be slayed

The warm, heavy breath that surrounds every inch of my body
Soaking my skin in a tight, hard shell
I can hardly keep my head above the waters
Taking my last breath
I sink
A cocoon
Wrapped within my heavy leaden thoughts and feelings
Numbing
Slowly
Everything
I'm consumed by no-thing
Slowly rising to my chest
Consuming as it ascends
Devouring what I considered me
Soon I can't remember what I even means
Slowly slowly slowly
Down down down
I go
Is there a bottom?
Is there a light?
All I can see and feel
Is a grey
Hard
Shell
That has no boundaries
No limit
As I sink perpetually
In the leaden waters
Taking me down
To god knows where

revealed through the abstract construct of self
is the veiled luminosity
of the divine expression
known by the conscious mind as "God"
Through the narratives told and song of the olden days
are the secrets
we are seeking of human existence
the curiosity that drives, strives and obliges us
through our creation of tools, science and rationality
re-imagined by empirical objectivity
of the modern mind.

Through the messy, dis-shaped contours

of pained reflections

the light — disarrayed, distorted —

make day of the endless night.

Colors and shapes manifest

in the once dark structure

through lighted emanations

projected forth by shadowed obstructions



Tricksters by nature

the archetypal projections dance

to the beat of an unheard drum.

Animated by the refracted light,

they

dance and dance

round and round

to the incessant rhythm.



Personified vessels

of noumenal glory

slowly guiding themselves

back home.

Twisting, stretching arms
with tough, stripped brown skin
performing no harm
no sin
naught is desired but waves of gold
true love flows from such a being
two-fold is composed from the light of God
all in a day's work -- just by breathing

Billions of tiny bodies

dancing with each other eternal

incessant exhibitions of physicality

in unison and harmony fraternal

distinctive in myriad ways

a part of the whole — a role it must play

for together — the bodies that dance

construct an everlasting romance

asleep
only acknowledged when awake
trapped
seems so easy once above
the labyrinth
of physicality
illusory creations
of geometric energy.
Lost
in the wired perception of reality
forgetting
that all was taught was taught by teachers
teaching what was taught to them
not knowing the alteration
and miscommunication
developing over the generations.

only reactions
that is what defines me
how I respond
in certain situations
how I speak and spew
opinions I heard elsewhere
plagiarizing  ideas
that never really belonged to anyone

I, me, the abstract concept of "Malachi"
is an
algorithm!
a mathematical program designed to optimize relations
with continuity to any situation provided

I, concept
sleep soundly in my dream
hating, complaining, idealizing
while all opportunities
pushed my way
are ignored

for I slumber

I gave my freedom long ago
to become an automated machine
a complex voice-mail

an entity who never picks up the phone
never responding consciously

trapped in the spell of samsara
identifying with the machine

lost in the maze
no guaranteed escape

even though the exit is under my nose

We're all on the path
to self discovery
whether we're aware of it or not

Each day
brings forth
new lessons, new teachers, new light

It's up to us whether we
learn our lessons and pass our tests

and

It's up to us whether
we relearn the same lesson
again and again and again
disillusioned and hopeless

Alas!
there is no need to search anymore
for the "Guru"
the all knowing, all wise teacher of teachers

Every person, rock, tree and sea
that you see and pass by
has within them the knowledge
that you seek

You too, young, lost soul, are a Guru
blindly following your own path
influencing all that you encounter
teaching others
with open ears and eyes
all they need to know
about themselves,
the universe,
life,
unaware or not

A teacher you are

A Guru.

Lost
within

within the infinite variety of patterns

Saturn's taking me down
so heavy, so comfortable
into the lull of sleep

Communication is the key
to understand the shadow
to unite both
shadow and light
to be true to the dominion of the self

to understand one's self
through
the fight
the trials
the trickery
the seduction
the fear
The trials of man
the ultimate goal

the production of gold from lead

her silvery, heavenly grace blessing all those she influences
gifting her children with powers the sun would dismiss
only the open heart receives
only the ones swaying on edge of the boundaries of reason,
swinging on the spiral,
will receive and understand
she soars faithfully, around her old body
disguised by imperfections
yet radiating and reflecting the light of the father
to remind her children of the brilliant light
from whence all came
and to where all shall go
where all already is

The numerically calculated segmentation of moments in this waking organized stream of information
the abstraction of change
experienced segment by segment
clip by clip
line by line
an illusory chain
feigned mortality
such a triviality to true reality

We are all apart of one system
yet there are many components to this system
innumerable actually
all following the same laws
as if contractually

bound by one set of rules
but
with infinite variation
like nations of expression separated by vibration
only contained by the systems within
that perceive and react
to the system
they sustain

one giant metaphor

a sufficient example
is the human body
a complex interaction
of
individual organisms
all communicating, interacting and participating
in sustaining the body

an organism
of organisms

Even our organs have organs,
working together to sustain
a system larger than itself

cells
communicating, producing
regulating, exchanging
are themselves composed of
organisms, performing
all these functions

we must not
forget
the system
which we sustain

the order
we provide
for the larger body and mind

together
we compose the cells of this planet
interacting and communicating
with each other and all other life
a subtle dance
that carries impressive consequences

except

the way in which we act
as organisms
is likened to cancer
in which
a once productive cell
behaves individually
not in accordance with the system it sustains
replicating uncontrollably
wasting unnecessarily
not taking the whole into consideration

although
if the planetary cancer of humanity
replicates  
itself to extinction
all will still be well
as it always has been
and
always will be
yet
the system
in which we exist
would lose
the chance to witness and experience
the transformation from cancer
to great negative immunity
through the powers
of the newly recognized
human organism

a system sustained

To be lost in the ever present moment
is my goal
to be overwhelmed
always
by the ever changing now.

How silly
that our minds and brains
tune out a majority of the signals received
a majority of the minuscule percentage that is available to us

I want to witness the beauty
feel the power
smell the variety
taste the extravagant
hear the tranquility
that is always flooding my
personal universe

Lost in my chamber of thoughts
a perpetual flood of
ideas, images, scenarios
flowing from the depths of my psyche
where all minds originate.

it is as if my mind was programmed to
create perfect  scenarios
replay and edit  memories
expect everything but what comes
live life like it's a ******* mistake
forget

Forgetfulness is our savior and condemner
keeping us comfy but lost
not knowing who we are,
where we came from
why we're here
what our mission is.

Remembering is our savior from ourselves
bringing back our sanity
while realizing that everyone
who has forgotten
was stuck in a psychotic mind puzzle
defined
by the human conditioning
that was burned into our neuronal connections since
we had the coordination to look into others' eyes

My friends! Remember! Be here so we can live together
in peace, without fear!
Be here so you can live!

Now I'm off to work
with preconceptions of hell
it's never that bad

These thoughts and feelings
flowing through me
affecting
every aspect of my being.
My brain  
receives and processes
the information
and then
reacts

No thought is needed

A highly functional automated algorithm
abiding by the learned lessons of interaction
and conditioning burnt into the once easily malleable
network of neurons that defines my personality

The heavy mask of logic and pride
so tightly wrapped
over the fabric of my true being
keeping me in this game

Yet

I chose to play
To identify
with this silly and burdensome sobriquet
To one day break free from the automated voice-mail
that responds apathetically to the glorified
archetypes, thought-forms, information
that originates from
God
creator of
signal and receiver
thought and mind
emotion and body

Once the original signal is found
a needle in a haystack
the mystery is opened
the opening of a book yet written

A beginning to all beginnings
An ending to all endings

this is you, here, now.

LIVE.  BE.

As I type this code --these symbols --
inscribed with my
emotions, thoughts, ideas
into the digital Noosphere
it is
filed, sorted, shared,
forever on display

All those
minds, brains, souls
who translate these symbols
into understandable concepts
based on
memory, experiences, senses
receive a distorted view
of the
emotions, thoughts, ideas
picked up by me
via the antennae named "mind"

Another medium
for my mind to
play, expand, understand

Another demonstration
of my role as
creator, data receiver, All

TRANSMISSION COMPLETE