Awareness is bought out
Always......
There is an effort there
Time starts it's play
Concepts come in to being
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Questioner: So what did you do the whole night?
Me: Oh us, we just laughed the night out , I guess for the fun of it.
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It was -
How one could wonder
How one could dream
A blink
And it was -
The first rays of sun
As if the sky knew
That it never slept
That it knew why it never slept
It was our canvass
It was our dream
We painted the morning
We Painted
Oh Yes! we just laughed
The night out
I guess for the fun of it.
Me: Oh us, we just laughed the night out , I guess for the fun of it.
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It was -
How one could wonder
How one could dream
A blink
And it was -
The first rays of sun
As if the sky knew
That it never slept
That it knew why it never slept
It was our canvass
It was our dream
We painted the morning
We Painted
Oh Yes! we just laughed
The night out
I guess for the fun of it.
Monday, September 13, 2010
I spoke on behalf of me
I was dreaming and
It was in multiplicity
In that I was a thousand things
I was reborn
From my last thought
It was new
But from the last and
It was in multiplicity
In that I was a thousand things
I was in an event
It came from a want
A want from a feeling and
It was in multiplicity
In that I was a thousand things
I was dreaming and
It was in multiplicity
In that I was a thousand things
I was reborn
From my last thought
It was new
But from the last and
It was in multiplicity
In that I was a thousand things
I was in an event
It came from a want
A want from a feeling and
It was in multiplicity
In that I was a thousand things
Saturday, September 11, 2010
It's a funny thing
This what is called
A truth
When was it to my advantage
Never
Nothing at all
It cannot stay there
Where you think you are
My seeing is not my discovery
No concept and it's how absurd
At the same time
What unfolds is my ease
No playing here
Nothing independent
Will moves
And
I stay put with it
I see me returning
To me
Not from an outside
Neither from an inside
This what is called
A truth
When was it to my advantage
Never
Nothing at all
It cannot stay there
Where you think you are
My seeing is not my discovery
No concept and it's how absurd
At the same time
What unfolds is my ease
No playing here
Nothing independent
Will moves
And
I stay put with it
I see me returning
To me
Not from an outside
Neither from an inside
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
BUTTERFLY
Yes it was always a butterfly
This what was expressing
The I saw the I changing
The point where I came into being was dead
The point here where I was born had no point
The butterfly has no story to tell,
So does the I
I am
I am in the womb at all moments
In every moment I break free
Free from feelings of all previous feelings
the butterfly was always there
it flew all day long
in the sun it played with heart
here there everywhere
flower to flower
This what was expressing
The I saw the I changing
The point where I came into being was dead
The point here where I was born had no point
The butterfly has no story to tell,
So does the I
I am
I am in the womb at all moments
In every moment I break free
Free from feelings of all previous feelings
the butterfly was always there
it flew all day long
in the sun it played with heart
here there everywhere
flower to flower
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