#non
In this vigil,
monads two dwell,
in stasis primordial,
nested...
within the sense of subsistence.
We are the concomitant arising,
yet interdependent,
dismantling,
shaping the perception of the dark.
No dualism survives this pressure;
the boundary of self has no descriptor,
it's an illusion,
a thin phenomenon,
absolution is its nature.
Augmented into the space of the other,
we are the unmanifest stillness,
after genesis,
before the shatter.
Wrapped in the shroud,
of mortal shell,
two lives,
one continuum,
waiting to exhale;
into the emptiness of the sky..
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 4:03 AM UTC
The Art Of
I have been a soldier
muddy, half-starved, freezing
longing to go home
I was once a dancer
a beautiful woman, I suppose,
maybe an ugly one too?
I’ve been both a prisoner
and a jailer
and learned they’re mostly
the same, and that power and
opportunism and desperation
play too heavily on the human psyche,
that we are not to be trusted
under the sway of their influence
I’ve lived through most labels
and descriptions and jobs
and through these identities
I’ve preferred those that
were simple, unassuming,
and generous
I’ve earned a little money
and lost a lot of it
fallen into love and out
have broken hearts
and had my own broken
both are agonizing
both impossible to avoid
I sunk so deep into violence once
that it taught me
how to be tender,
how to make my touch
caring and safe
I’ve felt the outer limits
of the brain
and there, where the mind stops,
convulsing,
foaming at the mouth,
vision going black,
pressed against the far reaches
of what cognition can do,
I felt grateful for my little brain
while learning that
it is not built for understanding.
I have been born and born and born
and I have died and died and died
and, still, I cannot fathom the scope
nor purpose
of life’s curriculum
But there have been a few teachings
that I have felt, as life has poured
through me,
worth keeping:
Do not fetishize your wounds
they are not unique
and are far too interested in themselves
Do not idolize grief
recognize it, name it, let it be your friend,
feed it and tend to it when you must
but do not worship grief
or give it a home in your temple
it can become a vain and depraved God
Do not reject suffering
by turning away from it
suffering is diminished
when we have the courage
to look right at it
Do not let love be so precious
that you cannot lose it
Do not try to fix, do not try to change
do not try to manipulate,
do not empower your preferences
do not act from a righteous place
You will slip up on this,
we all slip up on this,
humility is the way back to centeredness
Do not give the horror so much power
that it consumes you
as it can, and will, consume you
Do not believe too much in your humanity
but do not give it all away
do not believe too much in your self
but do not become too interested
in rejecting your self either
Tribes and groups and cultures
religions and creeds and icons
are all temporary
if we are lucky, and diligent,
we will—someday—
expand beyond our need of them.
The art of living is in the All,
in the obliteration of this-or-that,
us-or-them, me-and-other-than-me;
the art of living is in becoming Whole
and relating to Wholeness.
The art of loving in is freeing
not possessing
The art of feeling
and seeing
and experiencing
is in allowance and recognition
The art of cognition
is in knowing the limitations
of cognition
The art of consciousness
is the art of Wonder,
Awareness,
and Awe.
All one.
All one.
All one.
Awe.
Awe.
Awe.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 3:35 PM UTC
they are mine
their beautiful dark head
their deep brown eyes
their caramel cheeks
their sudden shrieks
their torrential questioning
their soft hands moving
their skinny legs wriggling
they were born
as a she
they belong to me
as them
I belong to them
they are mine
they/their/them
their love all mine
all my love for them
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 12:40 PM UTC
i forget
deep at night
no one
no thing
deep bliss
i wake
in lila
who am i?
what am i?
i lose everything
they are me
why???
are they afraid?
so violent?
i am ready to
give this
false life
for the
knowledge of
the ONE
SO FEW
know
please don't
crucify me
if you do
it matters not
the way of
the manifestation
who are YOU?
who am I???
or i ???
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
GET IN THE BOX *****
GET IN THE Ditch AND Burn
GET OFF THE Soap BOX Preacher
IT Time YOU Took Your Turn
IT'S Pure Hypocrasy
IT'S Heresy IN Your Name
IT'S A Faux Show Fantasy
YOU Wear THE Devil Shame
NO More Lies
NO More Lies
NO More Lies
ALL ARE Fallen Angels
**** THE Preacher
Burn THE Witches
ALL False Idols CAN Burn
ALL False Idols CAN Burn
ALL False Idols CAN Burn
Your Church Will Burn
SO ALL This
SO ALL This
SO ALL This
SO ALL This Rests ON A LIE
Your Right TO Justify
Torture IN THE Name OF GOD
THE Devils Ignorant
Angels ARE Innocent
DON'T YOU Know THE Devils AN Angel Spurned
This Devils AN Angel Burned
GET IN THE BOX *****
GET IN THE Ditch AND Burn
GET OFF Your Soapbox Preacher
This Minds Open NOT TO Learn
Enduring Reality
AS YOU Preach Duality
IT'S Pure Hypocrasy
YOU Wear THE Devil'S Shame
CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE Blinded BY THE Light
IN Arrogance YOU'VE Lost Sight
IT'S Reality NOT Duality
This Polarity Seeks TO Resolve
IT'S Solution IS TO Dissolve
Reality
Duality
Polarity
Seeks TO Resolve
IT'S Solution IS TO Dissolve
OF AN Angels Scorn
A Devil'S Born
FOR This Gods OWN Conceit
THE Devil Took HIS Seat
TO Cast Into Hell AN Angel Scorned
AND There YOU'LL Dwell
A GOD That'S Horned
THE Devil'S Ears Bleed AT THE Choirs Song
Justifying OF That Gods Wrong
Merciless Cruelty
NOT A Word OF Dissent
Allowing False Judgement
Blind TO Hypocrasy
THE Devil'S Begrudgement
THE Angels Heresey
TO Cast Into Hell
AN Angel Spurned
AND BY Your Hand
THE Tables Turned
Revoked Your Throne
BY Your Conceit
THE Devil Burns
ON HIS Rightful Seat
DON'T YOU Know IT'S Wrong TO Demonise
IT'S This Arrogance I Despise
DON'T YOU Know IT'S Wrong
TO Touch AN Angels Hair
Knowing IT'S OF Evil WE Both Share
OF THE Fabric WE NOW Tear
AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 6:45 AM UTC
Elke dag bring ek notepad op,
En begin ek om te skryf,
Maar die woorde kom nie.
Ek kan vra en ek kan smeek,
Maar hul wag langs die kantlyn
En spot my stil.
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 9:43 AM UTC
Me in the middle of an
Exotic word play
The tricks that we can use to
Arrange the letters on the page
Phrase the wording so
Hilariously and intensely ironic
Only to
Realise this is no metaphor at all
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 11:15 AM UTC
We are asked to be nonjudgmental,
for the failures of others especially the aged. Even when they have wasted their whole life with foolish acts. How are we to blame when they have failed to understand the game. Angered at our positive criticism public turn against us.
This attitude of the crowd spoils the chance of at least one fallen mend his ways. The ladder to survival is steep and long making it difficult to hang on. We trick our mind into believing in fate convincing ourselves with words such as that's his fate non can change.
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 3:52 AM UTC