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"structuredness" poems
this says body, and I'm thinking I can't think there's worlds to put here but confusions overcome me. Why? or Where? How Will I ever? What? I want to but can't. Nothing comes out how I want to. It is hard. For me. I'm so shy Not playing scared of people the "what people?" I'm embarrassed why what's there to scare me? prizes aren't for me. Is that how i see things? no attention is necessary! I just want to live or get things out I'd really like to write. I'm good at this. I've tried.. along time ago...I've tried. There were points of happiness of completeness of solidness of structuredness of being free of being spirited for having something to say and saying it in ways that made sense to myself or to someone who could understand it one day. that was a dream a hopeful dream maybe or maybe not even a dream just a kidding thought but it would be okay to hear someone notice and think aloud but to leave me untouched and unbroken and unbruised and untainted and UN-humiliated and not judging Just let me say what i need to say and let me pass by. and if you want to, smile at me. I'm cool with that. I was small but little when the dream came to me,when the earth spoke to me when I spoke to myself, when I took control or had control even slightly. when i learned to love....everything... for who I was and what I was and Where I was.... and to recite and to wonder....... But it all goes away. and in a blink of an eye, I don't know how. I ever thought I land up so far away from myself It's interesting. But maybe this is a step in the right direction.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
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this says body, and I'm thinking I can't think there's worlds to put here but confusions overcome me. Why? or Where? How Will I ever? What? I want to but can't. Nothing comes out how I want to. It is hard. For me. I'm so shy Not playing scared of people the "what people?" I'm embarrassed why what's there to scare me? prizes aren't for me. Is that how i see things? no attention is necessary! I just want to live or get things out I'd really like to write. I'm good at this. I've tried.. along time ago...I've tried. There were points of happiness of completeness of solidness of structuredness of being free of being spirited for having something to say and saying it in ways that made sense to myself or to someone who could understand it one day. that was a dream a hopeful dream maybe or maybe not even a dream just a kidding thought but it would be okay to hear someone notice and think aloud but to leave me untouched and unbroken and unbruised and untainted and UN-humiliated and not judging Just let me say what i need to say and let me pass by. and if you want to, smile at me. I'm cool with that. I was small but little when the dream came to me,when the earth spoke to me when I spoke to myself, when I took control or had control even slightly. when i learned to love....everything... for who I was and what I was and Where I was.... and to recite and to wonder....... But it all goes away. and in a blink of an eye, I don't know how. I ever thought I land up so far away from myself It's interesting. But maybe this is a step in the right direction.
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No-Thingness Everything devolves into structuredness because all things revert to singularity. To one entitity. It reverts to a single point of energy charged with infinite potential and pure conciousness. An All-being dissolved of any structure and definition giving meaning to the No-Thingness inherent in the fabric of all existence. We are omniscience expressed through a fragmented incomplete experience. More expressed through lesser, yet without this, potential wouldn't come into fruition. Understanding comes with defining structures painted on the empty canvas of awareness. When we cease to paint, the color of awareness transforms emptiness into spaciousness. That's why through silence we can experience contentment in being. The practice is awareness without understanding.To understand that we are awareness without practice. Effortless. Duality is our illusion, our bounderies are imaginary. We only perceive the paradoxical expression of reality. Like the notion of distance in the definition of interconnectivity. Wholeness is incomprehensible presence. It is the rigidity of our awareness that prevents us from flowing into it. Take water poured into existence, yet it takes the shape of an imaginary bowl. Held together by the tension of it's own convictions. It firmly believes in it's seperation and individuality. Convinced of it's own shape, it does so against ironically impossible odds. It forgot it's place within No-Thingness yet that does not mean it's seperation. It merely means it does not recognize itself as the wholeness it perceives.
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Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 5:41 PM UTC
No-Thingness
No-Thingness Everything devolves into structuredness because all things revert to singularity. To one entitity. It reverts to a single point of energy charged with infinite potential and pure conciousness. An All-being dissolved of any structure and definition giving meaning to the No-Thingness inherent in the fabric of all existence. We are omniscience expressed through a fragmented incomplete experience. More expressed through lesser, yet without this, potential wouldn't come into fruition. Understanding comes with defining structures painted on the empty canvas of awareness. When we cease to paint, the color of awareness transforms emptiness into spaciousness. That's why through silence we can experience contentment in being. The practice is awareness without understanding.To understand that we are awareness without practice. Effortless. Duality is our illusion, our bounderies are imaginary. We only perceive the paradoxical expression of reality. Like the notion of distance in the definition of interconnectivity. Wholeness is incomprehensible presence. It is the rigidity of our awareness that prevents us from flowing into it. Take water poured into existence, yet it takes the shape of an imaginary bowl. Held together by the tension of it's own convictions. It firmly believes in it's seperation and individuality. Convinced of it's own shape, it does so against ironically impossible odds. It forgot it's place within No-Thingness yet that does not mean it's seperation. It merely means it does not recognize itself as the wholeness it perceives.
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