"concsious" poems
From a young age I was claiming to see angels, aliens, elementals, sometimes god himself walking in the sun. I remember surprising my teacher at age four by explaining infinity and drawing a figure eight for her.
I'm telling you these things, and other parts of my background because it all just feels necessary, if I'm to have any credibility for rational thought when I somehow find a way to explain what happened in there. It's been almost a week, I'm still jacked in the head. One thought, one memory, one feeling and all I can do is sob.
I digress. My point is that I've always been a highly spiritual person. What started as a Catholic would travel through taoism, Buddhism, the Cherokee and Hopi, the Hindu.. I've learned their Kung Fu, their Asana yoga, their healing through chi. I can say with no ego or shame, I am a shaman.
Christ, coming full circle, now amazes me the most. From that short line, "for through me all things are possible."
It's funny, but it took all that eastern mystic learning for me to come to understand the truly timeless nature of the cross, of God, and of ourselves.
I also, from age fifteen, was frequently hypnotized, and used an array of other advanced tequnique therapies meant to increase sub concsious brain hemisphere communication speeds. Remarkable stuff. From there I taught myself how to meditate and heal, and my colleague and I continued our experiments on into my early thirties.
I'm writing all of this because I want you all to know what I mean when I say "I am extremely in tune with my body and often sense things intuitively."
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 4:15 AM UTC
In search of the human mind.
Diffrent thoughts crossed my mind.
A few conclusions I did find.
The human mind can go on with out a stop.
Reciveing to much input.
Danger, before you blow your top.
I got it all figured it out, not quiet yet
It is at the tip of my mind.
Have my brain cells run out of think.
Only when it comes to love, I am blind.
Are you just being lazy, you fell to quick.
You have to give me some help.
Or what use are you for me.
Open the way to see.
Only you can unlock the door.
Unfold the future, you hide the key.
Do you want to be the kind of mind.
The one who needs to live on pills.
Every mind comes with addiction.
The mind is not easy to read like a book.
The mind limits your judgement, with just one look.
The mind plays tricks, you better believe.
The mind is related to the heart, sending signals together.
The mind works when the body's asleep. (A dream the mind put it there)
The mind creates beauty wonders of the world.
The mind is a soft whisper, like our concsious.
The mind is so devieous, tricky, can outsmart anyone.
The mind is a beautiful thing to waste.
The mind can journey, with out leaving its nest.
The mind is knowledge, many fail to explore.
The mind is a traveler far and beyound.
The mind is like a paint brush, colorful art.
The mind is a creature, who hides in a cave.
The mind is like pain, don't stop in its way.
The mind is like a mime who dose not talk at all.
The mind is like a pair of shoes.
With out the mind you are nothing at all.
One can not live with or without the other.
The bottom line, the mind is a mystery!
Please continue with the hunt!
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
Teach me
im watching
teach me
im wide and willing
im still and waiting
im soft and maleable
i need teaching of how things are
of how things should be
of the light that bounces off and from all the trees
i see their light and it sees me
i feel its care for me strecthing past my imagination
streams of flight and concsious ripples carrying me towards the one
the once bright gleam of the sun peaking past the mountains
as we circle
what is will always be
whats here has always been
whats learned is constantly growing
until forgetting happens
well rise towards god
and finally forget
in one terential struggle of accurate compulsion
we want more
and in the process we forget what we have learned
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC