Tag: hallucinations

The dance of The Lotus Flower

Are we to keep the flower alive?

If the word alive means to die

Is the flower to die?

Perhaps, this is where the hallucination of immortality comes to play.

We procreate to keep vibrating the rhythm of life going.

Even when there’s no natural life on this planet left. The symphony of us all will last and resonates a great while. like sound waves. -With our perception/measurements of time of course.

The world isn’t broken

The word doesn’t need help

The world just is

It’s just being a world.

Not doing, but by being.

…Just simply being, rotating, floating, shifting and carrying us.

We…

We do by being

We just don’t be

We want change and all

We enter rabbit holes and restless thoughts of wanting to be.

Well… you and I

Them and they

all of us, organism of this planet

Already are. Part of all.

One of those days

In a dirty house full of people

I chose your tears and pain

Over moaning setup noises

I saw your raw perturbed thoughts eating you alive and slowly.

I wanted to ask for some more consensual ways to eat/devour all of you.

I didn’t want to use my voice at that time.

I just wanted to be alone for a while with you.

You said you wanted to be dominated by me.

And I couldn’t help but to close my eyes and fulfill myself with pleasure and quench my imagination with the thoughts of us playing with fire, it was great.

I hope you don’t mind.

One of those days

In a dirty house full of people

I chose your tears and pain

Over moaning setup noises

I saw your raw perturbed thoughts eating you alive and slowly.

I wanted to ask for some more consensual ways to eat/devour all of you.

I didn’t want to use my voice at that time.

I just wanted to be alone for a while with you.

You said you wanted to be dominated by me.

And I couldn’t help but to close my eyes and fulfill myself with pleasure and quench my imagination with the thoughts of us playing with fire, it was great.

I hope you don’t mind.

Practice = permanent?

I’m excited out of my mind

I’m scared out of my mind

…

Actually, too much in of my mind.

I’ve done some work on self growth.

I’ve understood all the patterns, triggers and beliefs systems.

I got it.

I take leaps into my deepest self.

And like a handyman, I repair the visible damages. And some invisible ones too.

I’m on it!

All on in it.

I get proud, compassionate and tall!

I dance and ruffle my soul.

I’m proud.

…

I’m exited for the new beginnings

Later, I found myself being rough with myself, messy and unkind.

It hurts to notice it.

All this previous achievements seem to go straight to the garbage.

The knowledge, the practice … all down the drain faster than a free fall from the sky.

… where are the MORE efficient practices ?

The ones I learn and don’t go away.

Where?

Dismembering and Remembering

This pastor started talking about Remembering.

He was really getting my attention on this topic because he was just simplifying this as much as he could “unusing” words.

It was fun.

He said; that to be able of remembering usually takes dismembering (now that’s a word)

Dis-membering it’s like a new puzzle in a bag.

With all the pieces mixed and making no sense of the picture.

But wen you start Re-membering it all starts to make a little more sense to us and we can start putting the picture together.

I loved this analogy.

We (humans) really make no sense yet deep inside our core we know that there is a “picture” that makes more sense internally; becoming closer to remembering our essence it’s a little more…

It’s…

Calming in a way.

Okay people!

I wish we all can remember more from our dismembering so we can put together a great picture with our perfect imperfect fractals of life!

The fall

Swinging my feet in the cold clouds

Dragging my legs through the air

Contemplating the unfolding life beneath me

I find myself lost on the illusion of the plant’s horizon.

Inhaling the pristine oxygen as I unfold some playful thoughts that make me smile. (Such a great distraction)

Blinded by our sunlight even with my eyes closed.

I let my back find the ground while my consciousness strives to detach from the feeling of falling without my body.

Meaning Making Machines

Humans…

We all have the need for a “meaningful” life.

Then we go around creating endless possibilities, stories, brackets of meaningless past situations.

Yes. Your life doesn’t mean anything, my life doesn’t mean a thing too.

Each of us put a value of care into it. And it’s what keeps us perhaps driving in control or being the passengers of our individual lifestyles.

Maybe just procrastinating for “IT” to just happen to or for us. When YOU could be doing anything you want.

The future is in fact NOW, it is filled with emptiness for US to create whatever the heck we want.

  • Constant opportunities to keep on with our insatiable cravings of creating meaning for It.
  • For us to believe in everything we decide to believe on.
  • Anything is possible.

    • We are the only ones responsable to make it happen the way we want.

  • Welcome to the extraordinarily, ordinary, meaningless of life!