Bovarism

Once you begin to see it, you don't
Once you don't, you have captured it
The great divide then comes together
The colors splash with nothing

Everything and nothing at once
Feel the spirit of yourself
Within all that lives and dies
You become whole

I am that I am also that I am not
When my memories call home
I will be amongst the universe
Or I will become the universe

Im coming home

Maya

I’m in a far away place
Where my mind can be free
Far from the people
And their ignorance

Far from the judgment
By their lack of compassion
Their close-minded assault
Believing whatever comes to ear

No media, no distractions
Throwing out all of the trash
The disease that is thought
Conceptualized idols

As they quest for knowledge
And seek individuality
I will laugh with the Buddha
As they waste their life

Falling victim to the veil
The illusion of the ******
Fools among gods

Excuses

The appointment is set
You’re not to be late
The time then passes
Another failed date

Open with excuses
Words prove nothing
Blister your chances
Miss your blessings

Blind to the fact
That results only add
The mind that can’t change
Then stays the same

Alas the uncrowned king
The unknown dreams
The world does cater
to evolving things

The castrated bull
Is as happy as ever
Unaware to the life
That he could of ruled

Western Society

Hi, my name is “Happiness!”

“I” will tell you your name!
It is John…..

My name is “John?”
“John” is going to smile!

“I” need you to be anything you want!
As a matter of fact, do whatever you want!
Inside this box along this top and that bottom!

“John” can smile only in the box?
Where is the box?

“I” need you to stop calling yourself John!
You are “I” now!
While you’re at it, you can no longer ask questions!

“I” can smile.

“I” think it’s weird you smile all the time!

I…I…I…I……..

I’m not happy anymore. I don’t feel the same.

Hello? Hello? Where did “I” go?

GOD

A bowl half full
a spoon for measure
dips into and takes
division for pleasure

The soups environment
both spoon and bowl
same as the universe
relatively so

Reality beckons
an environmental flaw
having never even existed
possibly at all

thoughts derived environment
like the grids on a map
take it all away
you’re left with the exact

Define then to me
if you found it to be
the environment fictitious
what that would mean

If reality is then all soup
the soup never divided
if then we are the soup

Why aren’t we reminded?

What is love?
I believe i'm close.
Once I was the victim of love at first sight.
It was a moment of euphoric happiness.
then was that not it?
not so much the person, but more of the moment.
so in a since wouldn't you want to always find these tiny moments?
just a being in life looking for pure moments of love?
isn't that life? billions of tiny moments intrinsically one with a bigger moment?
let us find the people that give us these perfect moments and surround ourselves with them.
let us focus on the moment and thrive there, because that is when we are the happiest.
when one thinks outside they moment they begin to find sadness, or sorrow.
the past, the present, and the future, not the present as situation.
situational present is not the same as current moment because the situation or problem is brought on by the past or the future which creates sadness.
happiness is present moment that is un-situational.
stay in the moment.
that is love, life, now.
some people already live like this, unknowingly or knowingly.
it would not matter.
these few are fortunate and the found ones.
they do not frown, they do not attach.
they love, and thrive with the ones who love.
together they will change the world not purposely or knowingly.
they will change there own realities and the world will change with them.
What is love?
I believe we are close.

I had a dream that there was something inside it felt like a bubble only whole like rock it held me down to earth in a heavy warm way yet I felt light like I could be carried off in the wind at desire, and it gave me fear but I wasn't afraid only curious because it also gave me something I've never felt, it was constant and consistent with what I could only describe as joy, it made me feel lost so I searched everywhere in my dream for the source. At first I thought it was place so I traveled to every place I had ever been then I thought maybe it was face so I welcomed memories of past love and became flooded with several specific scenes like I was in a TV changing channels and several times I thought I had came close, but as the last person faded, darkness surrounded I had awoke, to my surprise I felt as if I was still in my dream. As I lay in the dark and felt it necessary to type this before much like all my dreams they fade into haze, and in this moment I came to an epiphany. It was no place, it was no person; in fact, it was no object in this world. It was us, it was not the things we did, done, or could do. It was us in the simplest light, it was our mind wrapped in body and soul, it was the way we made each other feel in every tiny little moment entwined with it like held hands laced, these tiny moments walked side by side to create this feeling inside. In these words whispered in my thoughts "love is every perfect moment" I lost all fear. True moment isn't something that can ever be taken, only given.


I knew that I'd always have this; I knew it was the perfect moment and it was intrinsic.