#transcend
The red pill is a fleeting dream,
the greatest conqueror in the world
was nearly abandoned for wearing pants
over a skirt
and so I don't mind the body I was born into
the demands its image expects
for there were others just like me
who refused to follow a flow
not for its strangeness or foreign
but for its being known so well by
those around them
and I will not live according to the
dictates of a loser,
who likes his popcorn plain
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 7:20 PM UTC
Subtlety, envelope me,
To burn with fire the aspen tree.
It feels like night,
Though sky is bright.
I'll define life symmetrically.
The world is done,
To bear a gun,
Accept a life exceptionally.
Tonight will come,
I'll bleed the sun,
And transcend time intentionally.
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 2:28 PM UTC
I was born into dogma
And raised in decay
I leapt at death to save me
But caught my body just in time
To see myself divine.
Jan 18, 2024
Jan 18, 2024 at 10:43 PM UTC
Evergreen garden with always gushing fountain pond
Grows fragrant vines to bind us in unbreakable bond
Today and tomorrow til the end of time and beyond
Let our love transcend many lives yet to be spawned
Mar 28, 2023
Mar 28, 2023 at 1:42 AM UTC
when (i) became the sun
i felt the trees and rivers (run)
(along) the deepest parts of me
i sang (the) oceans roar to sleep
the (clouds) arrived to give me space
at times, the moon would take (my) place
and i would gladly let her (shine)
knowing it (never) could dim mine
no reas(on) to feel jealousy
for everything is (one) with me
i no longer (fear)ed dark at set
for my own (light) i can’t forget
my warmth (fills me) even in snow
and (when) it falls, _my glimmer glows_
the contrast~it’s just what (i) need
it is the (plant)er of the seeds
~to (the) f l o w e r i n g
(love inside) of me~
_(i run along the clouds
my shine never on one fear
light fills me when
i plant the love
inside)_
—sun stories
Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 7:16 PM UTC
Holding *** when the muscle requires some effort directs attention to the lower body away from the eyes and the head area which is the normal place of reflection.
It makes me think of releasing it and of the bathroom and toilet to do so, as if I was constructing a plan to carry out.
The other muscles used to concentrate can be relaxed as the new concentration is on the bladder area.
Yet this pulls the attention to the seat if seated, like placing attention on the foundation of the meditation posture.
The focus spreads to the thighs and solar plexus.
Finally to the back of the head, but with pressure that will not allow anything to replace it.
The management mind states next that the task at hand is more pressing than bladder release.
And I remember all the times I've had to hold my *** and the places and situations that precipitated them.
I start to tell myself that I'm suffering needlessly as if I was being bullied by my situation.
Thus the parts of the body actually take the center of the personality over other parts of the body.
The managerial aspect will offer motherly comfort to the childlike personality of holding ***
I start to go into wishful dream mentality just like holding *** while in the early hours of the morning trying to still sleep.
And the attention is tranquilized back to reflection with the hold tucked away in the background of the mind, reflection aspect now being more parental in nature.
What is transcendence? is sort of a moronic question, and I notice my words start to be more bullyish.
This question is rather asking is there a particle of transcendence?
No, it is a function of frequencies of the body.
Consciousness can be the essential aspect of transcending, but no more than consciousness is the essential of concentration.
Tranquility and insight, just as taught, happens, without attention on tranquility, and without tranquility within attention.
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 2:27 AM UTC
O traveler assured of God's mercy!
Life is full of adversity sweet, and gains leaving empty.
He who is truly assured has no peace, and the doubter is quite at rest.
The ear on true silence does not find peace, but continual affliction.
Each message conveyed is a step into the mind.
The mind, an ocean with no shore.
Silence is not a person.
Silence is an idea of the mind.
The mind is abstracted from reality: pure imagination.
Is there a soul separate from the mind?
Is there enlightenment separate from the mind?
As the universe is continually vibrating and changing in entropy, so too the mind can never stop, so use it for enlightenment!
But transcending is the fruit of the mind, the fruit of the soul, and the fruit of the physical body.
This is why I sit, and I believe my writing will bring me closer to this.
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 1:25 AM UTC
A place called Section 3
A place where they held you and me
They told us many times
That this is where it all resides
But we got small in there
And hardly anybody dared
To challenge status quo
That isn't done here don't you know
We bought it for a while
Until our bellies filled with bile
With poison all around
And with our psyches breaking down
Decided that we'd quit
Decided we don't give a ****
And so we walked away
Still gone until this very day
Instead we follow dreams
We're so much better now it seems
So good that we are free
From the place called Section 3
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 2:02 PM UTC
-- . .-.. --- -.. .. . ...
My soft yearning gaze upon your emanating presence
fills my heart to the brim with appreciation
Of your beauty, the lines of your face like
superlunary threads woven together in fractals;
an instantiation of geometric perfection.
Like æther, the material of celestial spheres,
creating a passage
that connects the edge of one to the other.
Transmitting a frequency that channels my heart with love; of the
warm embrace of your beauté
Your beauty
transcends
dimensions
like music
that feeds
my lost soul
||
I pay for it with time
like a bridge to traverse between dimensions
For this passage is not physical
but a liminal space
when I close my eyes
and think of you.
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
Regress from the birth of pillars,—
To transcend heirs of Elegy,
Beneath tunnels on quaint calligraphy.
Follow the Spirit,
Alive and wide awake,— Possess beyond gates of Court stairs
Have thou seen a soiree?—Stroll on those scrolls,
Saith the name of an Altar maiden.
- -...
Feasting meals, hanging chandeliers—
I am wooed for this
The goblets were applauding
A dazzling poise,—The gem chose me
On the embroidered carpet,
I was the center of it
Switching footsteps, gliding the surface;—wearing my earned headpiece.
That moment,—
I leaned before the roses.
–"Oh, the tight abdomen
I felt like I have no ribs,
Finally, I can breathe—
From such heavy clothing
Well indeed, her beauty descends to
me,
They called me lady,—
A woman of the finest jewelries."
"I want to see her,
May I rest again, Spirit"
...
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 10:26 AM UTC
flickered souls
who mourn at night
accumulate to swallow
light
shredded strings
heal
battered snare
cures
these months
weren’t easy,
tonight is
transcend.
watch sorrow
bend
and morph into
pocket-sized
rivers of
vibrancy
we are
a sacred congregation
in blasphemous glory
all good things
come in
thousands
forget the man
the lies
and cry
i always wanna die
(sometimes)
long for nothing
crave it all
is this how it feels?
to be young?
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC
When two separate paths intertwine
on your timeline these factors unknown
meet to complete and signify the universe
is on your side.
Open wide eyed.
Follow through with fortitude as this
happens less closer to death when you
transcend to the end.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 4:19 PM UTC
Returning is certain.
One way, one day
Lifetimes within lifetimes
Transcend, one into
Another.
Eyes smile in recognition as
Adios will always
bring you home.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC
The back of my eyes feel wet,
And the hot-cocoa after sledding,
Warmth in my chest wont go away.
My head feels magnetized to my stomach,
With my nose pulling my head downward.
My hair irritates my skull,
As the clammy underside of my skin,
Grips who I am,
My very essence,
In a death vice
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
You cast that vermillion border
and glance at me with unswept eyes
Your voice holds pain and the comfort
of solitude
I have journeyed you a hundred years.
The wind gets caught
in your waves. You throw us back to sea
I hunger for you,
the clamor of rocks that descend into darkness
and the clouds that hide your secret skies.
The ecstasy of you in the very
pit of me waits to come out
and engulf me once more.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC
My regrets and sorrows slumber in snow
at the idea of loving again.
My soul wishes for the bridge to connects
us so I may enter your dream palace
unafraid. Just to catch the sight of you.
My heart on my sleeve, my soul in the mist
and something echoes in my mind,
the idea of love.
A concept so beautiful that it can transcend
a lifetime as well as destroy a nation.
My soul will sleep in sorrow's snow
till the day I will rise again tall and strong
When the need to shed my tears has gone
I live for tomorrow and tomorrow's tomorrow
Until you sit by in to feel the hearth
inside my heart.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
Myths and legends I find
always have some truth
to them
And there are those who
create their own myths
and legends
That sort of immortality
shines for a special
starlit few
Who were never before
and never again
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
How to guess in spirit guide?
Transcend the flesh and human pride,
A thought to bless and worlds abide,
The vortex of the frequent tide,
In the Empty hex of vacuums glide
Reflexive busts and booms to ride,
Protects, trusts, assumes inside,
As steady states swing side to side,
Flux in rates were left aside,
Beyond where long run deltas hide,
Stochastic oracles derived
Visions of new ways to thrive,
Not contained in quo's and bounds so tried
Where fears of unknowns have died.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
Pushed through pain
We are born
In a world shattered by chaos
We choke on the acid
Of toxic society
burning through
our inner being dissolves
Too young
I grabbed the ears
Of the lion
and fought
to keep its jaws
Off my face
Dodging death
Again
Sometime
Next time
Won’t come
To us
The ego lies
While destiny hides
I wonder who
Where and why
Am I
Crawling in the dark
I beg the stars
Shine on me
With Infinite Compassion
I finally see
We are all
Boundless in spirit
Different currents
In the same river
We flow to the sea
All our joy
All our pain
One day
We leave it behind
This precious gift
Of life
Is love
To give
Away
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC
I observe you, infatuated with your subtle mysticism.
My eyes lay on your verdant beds like a swallow tail butterfly
dancing to the melody of your vibrations.
I feel you breathe with me.
I admire your crystal garden,
dripping down your coiled vines.
In each leaf, a reflection of your life.
Your origin is you as much as it is me.
We are sister and brother.
We are God.
Together we transcend.
Together, we become one entity as we experience
the beauty of consciousness.
You are my natural friend.
You thrive and stretch your veins outward
to kiss the hands that caress you.
Alive,
with me,
We coexist fluenty
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
Life, as it presents itself, is pretty straightforward.
School-work-family-grandkids-retirement.
It's all laid out for us like clothes on the bed when we are kids:
"This is how your life is going to be."
And we watch Disney and see all these people that have adventures And lives that aren't normal by any stretch of the word
And somehow we're expected to still have normal expectations of how
Our lives are going to play out.
Well, I'm sorry, world, but I have a longing to be better.
It's a cookie dough mix made out of both 1. Longing for recognition,
2. Wanting genuine friends,
And 3. Wanting to be valuable to someone.
Its a want to be wanted,
Like the characters in TV shows that get kidnapped and told
"You have a specific skillset that we need"
By a man in a black suit with a grave expression.
Wouldn't that just feel great? Like FINALLY
Someone thinks that I'm important, necessary, talented, special,
DIFFERENT.
It's my greatest fear, the fear of living
9-to-5
Going to work, day after day,
Sliding the project in the inbox, leaving to grab a drink and watch some Netflix alone before bed, then
Doing it all again.
Even if I wasn't alone, if I had family
Wouldn't that get dreary? Like,
Take the kids to school, go to work, pick them up, go home.
Day after day until they grow up and are gone and I retire and then What?
What was the whole point?
I need something bigger//something transcendent
I need a purpose or a goal or a mission
I need someone to tell me, okay, we need you because _________
And then I need to feel the thrill of the moment, the thrill of doing Something I'm inherently good at.
Is it just me or
Am I the only one dissatisfied with life as it presents itself?
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC