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Sarah Jystad Nov 2012
Insanity eats
More souls, your minds crumble weak
As touchless, formless

obsessions with the
Virtual eyes, lazy sighs
Rot facing blind screens

Touching nothing, you
See yourselves wasting away
yet you do nothing!
9-23-10
Sarah Jystad Nov 2012
Vivid, the memories morph into fantasy.
Stark, become the unreal details.
What seems possible occupies the space in my mind
Flowing like a dropped stone that stirs up the riverbed's dust.
Too short seems the infinite & too long before I'm content.
For which heartache shall I choose: blind or no surprise?

This has been done before, maybe during my lifetime,
But it is surely known that the moment decides itself
In spite of my delusion that I know what's best.
Maybe it's my languid nature.
Maybe biology reveals the deepest tales of our character,
Even though we each contain within ourselves the greatest good & the greatest evil.

The feeling,
when I acknowledge the infinite space within & around me,
Is freeing,
But also fleeting.

So, maybe biology remains a facet,
Revealing though it is,
For what do we know?
Much, but certainly not all at once.
Maybe we know deep inside all there is to know
But we've got to bounce along the surface
Experience the splashes as the come &
Constantly reminding ourselves
That they have also brushed against the fins of angler fish & beings long gone.

This being said,
It becomes amusing to observe & experience my biological impulses.
The expanse to which we are privy is
Simultaneously a curse & a blessing,
For what do we know but all &
What do we forget but all,
& on it flows.

11/04/12
Sarah Jystad Nov 2012
To the Lovers
Who are to enter my life:

It will always vary, but
What we draw from each other
Shall be the same as if
We bathed in each others' rivers &
Emerged glistening,
The gold flakes reflecting on our skin.

No matter what our paths are,
They cross at this time.
May the delight, joy & ecstasy we cultivate & culminate
Pulse through all that is &
Raise ourselves & our fellows into wisdom with pure hearts.

It is my wish that we learn from each other
The most profound information that
We have to make the other's life better
For having experienced one another.

So, Lovers, as we breathe,
So shall we love each other & others.
May we bless one another with exactly what we need.

10/15/12
Sarah Jystad Nov 2012
It's curious
how hide & seek is a constant game.
The more I find that which was once hidden
Was in & out for any to see
The more fun I see this game can be.

Though I enjoy the changes & what I learn,
Though I delight in the delight of others,
Though I live to be of service & pleasure,
In truth, I live to live.

I wonder why Maya, the illusion,
Is viewed by many as a thing to escape.
Maybe I've missed their idea of its incentive,
The Release while alive.
For my broken heart has healed
In more ways than one, and

Beyond my mind's idea of human capacity.
Inside & outside, the idealism knows
No bounds for my soul, and,
For this reason,
My life is here to be lived, and
I'll melt during it
and when I die.

10/14/12
Sarah Jystad Nov 2012
It's coming in,
Into reality. The dreams
Are becoming manifested.

It flows in,
With intention. The magic
Grows & strengthens.

It grows in,
as well as out. The evidence
remains all but hidden.

To keep my word,
To stay true to the path,
While leaving space for play,
Will guide the experience,
Come what may.

I call the subtle forces,
Be you ancestor or creator,
I ask your assistance,
To aid my heart, mind & soul
In opening to wisdom.

I feel a strange, orange
Warmth grow right now
In my chest.

There's something happening
That my conscious mind
Cannot comprehend.


10/20/12
Sarah Jystad Nov 2012
What a small world I live in,
Or, rather, how small it seems.
The motivations & intentions,
The disguises & identities
Seem infinite in their variability.

To fearlessly connect beyond
What is seen,
Is a cinch & a hurdle
Simultaneously.

10/20/12
Sarah Jystad Nov 2012
To flow
Lost in the mind of unattachment~
Relation floats to the top,
Bubbling in iridescent mounds.
Blood spinning full body,
Taken ancient ritual
To lands unknown,
Abyss flies,
High collapse,
Forms dissolve to absorb.

Human knows, mankind blows its ashes
Into the sea
Where fish nibble surface gifts,
Crawl to form surface, lifts
Familiar exotica,
Erotica basks
In sunshine frays,
Grays may blend broken rays
Off the pleasure. Desire
Bubbles & brews to the top,
Furling into forms to which our touch is born,
Our travels sojourn,
Ever sifting, filtering the moon & the sun.

Feeling joy form & torn,
The reverb sung & proverb born,
Chug on, truck on
Traveling Celestial Mist.
The smoke sends its message to our ancestors,
Thanks & quests, may we rest &
Face our tests &
Jump off the highest crests &
Flow down through the darkest depths.

Fearless, shall we be, tearless, never be.
The taste & the smell, Earth’s story we shall tell & retell to our kin,
Our progeny rebel against the story of sin,
Announce the return to our dance, making sense of the din.
We may collapse the columns, but in deep truth
The cycles form regardless of ruth.

With that knowing smile,
A goddess wraps her finger
Round his golden locks,
Open, as always, they dangle and glisten,
If we would listen,
The fear would instantly disappear,
Jeers against the queer would shift into gear
To endear us to the weird &
We would cheer!

The dampness will burn,
The heartache will churn,
Our souls still yearn for
That moment when we lose it.
The bruised tips healing in the instant,
The shock waves reckon this is it
& the feedback expatiates past the limits.
We already have the wildness,
The bliss of expansiveness,
Still spinning in the Spiral Ever Endless.


10/28/12
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