If you listen for longer + further beyond the normal silence you allow yourself...into the echos, past the ripples...to a voice deep within your mind, you find there are more than 1...It starts off as 1, but becomes more.
It was a shard, now shattered + splintered into many tones + attitudes.
Each pieced voice you hear, be it part of your accumulative psyche, is now vying for space...life...an audience.
Are they = Scattered or formulating plans...defiant or true...sympathetic or ready for war.
Be still + feel at your centre a struggle for attention.
These minions of mind are they the ones that shape your woes, desires, tangents + grace?
How to place them according to usefulness; that is the hard part.
Like children fighting over a toy...
I went on a self imposed silent retreat when i was 19.
The goal was to ready myself for myself but, also to discard things i didn't care for.
It started off as 3 months, but extended to 6 months.
No it wasn't hard + i would like to do it again very soon.
The goal was to ready myself for myself but, also to discard things i didn't care for.
It started off as 3 months, but extended to 6 months.
No it wasn't hard + i would like to do it again very soon.
Suffering for experience is not an uncommon practice.
As i feel myself preparing for something...again.
Watching me go about my work without being at the control panel.
The little men inside my mind are squabbling over space + i am relentless in my distractions.
Looking for substance in everything – not in other people, as i have been misguided by my own sense of wonder, magic + riddles.
I rarely see a me in them...looking back at me is mocking.
An almost deformed, distorted, unfriendly foreign shape.
An almost deformed, distorted, unfriendly foreign shape.
A hostility in the reflection.
An affirmation that my singularity stands + shiny objects are not for touching.
Grin for submission, smile at uncertainty...laugh for the uncomfortable that is to come...This is not my function.
An affirmation that my singularity stands + shiny objects are not for touching.
Grin for submission, smile at uncertainty...laugh for the uncomfortable that is to come...This is not my function.
My collar bones are bare as bloody fingers scratch at the neck...+ howling is heard in the woods.
I trace this idea with caution but follow its intent...
I trace this idea with caution but follow its intent...
A subconscious part of me is packing up...probably always has been...just off in the background, noiseless + unobtrusive.
Gentle.
Gentle.
Ready to leave all this behind + I'm not sure if that’s just me or everyone has that...feeling.
Like tracing lines in the sand...but not looking back...only forward.
Not caring about the foot prints left behind...waiting to be wiped away by the wind.
My dreams carry these images...walking backwards through a desert, chalk hands, bloody feet, no fear or sadness...just monsters.
My dreams carry these images...walking backwards through a desert, chalk hands, bloody feet, no fear or sadness...just monsters.
You want to leave a monument, a legacy...but not if it’s less than the rage that fills in the space of your being...my monsters.
The possibility of energy.
The ruin + refinement of the choices.
The darkening of white light as you pass out + remember the meaning of colours.
Love, pain, anguish, grief...release.
Loosing your breath, control + fear.
Hunting.
Shadow games.
Not speaking in negatives for the need of understanding...as i don't see this as negative.
I see the underside as something more akin to being grounded...touching the earth, connected.
Like rock to soil.
I see the underside as something more akin to being grounded...touching the earth, connected.
Like rock to soil.
Only making mention of the dark, as it is home, it is friend.
I recently sustained injury...i knew i would.
I think i had to.
Some people make peace with the gods + follow archaic rituals; prostrating themselves to show they are worthy.
Others make a pact with 1 god + will forgo a changing human logic to acquire certain spiritual points in order to gain a possible pass into a legend.
I won’t speak of the heavens, as they are but myth + wonder.
I can't really talk of the gods, as they are part of the question we all ask + the answer is privy to you alone....
I won’t speak of the heavens, as they are but myth + wonder.
I can't really talk of the gods, as they are part of the question we all ask + the answer is privy to you alone....
I can talk of the lost...
I can talk of the imagination...
How is a thing lost?
If it is known, is it not lost...but merely without actuality or presence?
Even taking a wrong path is not truly lost...it just means you are not at the place you need to be at, yet.
A‘lost soul’ can be a phantasm that is conjured with no real intent or purpose.
It has ‘become’ or come into being by accumulative means. i.e – a collective goal or manifestation.
To focus on an idea for a length of time to create the energy.
I can talk of the imagination...
How is a thing lost?
If it is known, is it not lost...but merely without actuality or presence?
Even taking a wrong path is not truly lost...it just means you are not at the place you need to be at, yet.
A‘lost soul’ can be a phantasm that is conjured with no real intent or purpose.
It has ‘become’ or come into being by accumulative means. i.e – a collective goal or manifestation.
To focus on an idea for a length of time to create the energy.
The Tibetans use this practice...it is called a ‘Tulpa’.
They can become troublesome + misdirected if not taken in hand.
Some of these spirits can dwell + linger.
Some will remain, not always by choice, until they figure out how to get to the next part of the journey.
They can become troublesome + misdirected if not taken in hand.
Some of these spirits can dwell + linger.
Some will remain, not always by choice, until they figure out how to get to the next part of the journey.
If you remain fearful, these creatures, these...half beings, can steal your energy + steer your will...they become the driver behind the wheel + you are the vehicle they need to get where they want.
An interpretation, yes...
The imagination is the greatest thing a person can possibly have.
It is my best attribute, friend + offering.
It is the only thing that has been true within myself.
Conjuring/creating or 'calling out' to or from the imagination is part of a practice.
You can be calling on something, be it from your subconscious, your need or desire etc without really knowing it...or being 'aware'. (I hate that term)
Your true intent won't trick you, if + when it comes but, you can betray yourself without knowing.
I think i called a storm.
I have been half careful, stoic, cautious mostly...but the other half is caught in the storm...holding on but ready to let go to see what happens.
I plan on using both 'halves' for the next 6 months, for the work i need to start, continue + finish.
An interpretation, yes...
The imagination is the greatest thing a person can possibly have.
It is my best attribute, friend + offering.
It is the only thing that has been true within myself.
Conjuring/creating or 'calling out' to or from the imagination is part of a practice.
You can be calling on something, be it from your subconscious, your need or desire etc without really knowing it...or being 'aware'. (I hate that term)
Your true intent won't trick you, if + when it comes but, you can betray yourself without knowing.
I think i called a storm.
I have been half careful, stoic, cautious mostly...but the other half is caught in the storm...holding on but ready to let go to see what happens.
I plan on using both 'halves' for the next 6 months, for the work i need to start, continue + finish.
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come and visit any time, Beautiful :)
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