I am the ephemeral foundation
Upon which
You assume that you exist.
Who am I?
I am the answer to self inquiry
I am infinity, the open Sea,
I am potential and atrophy
The unmanifest and 3-D
“The Great Mystery,” You may call me
Upon which
You assume that you exist.
Who am I?
I am the answer to self inquiry
I am infinity, the open Sea,
I am potential and atrophy
The unmanifest and 3-D
“The Great Mystery,” You may call me
whatever your mind touches,
touch it lightly
hold it gently
to feel it
without being in its grasp
see its manifold facets
without grasping at its significance
or trying prying at its meaning
or trying to decide about it
or getting confused or overwhelmed by it
recognize its substance as sensational
enjoy the dream
touch it lightly
hold it gently
to feel it
without being in its grasp
see its manifold facets
without grasping at its significance
or trying prying at its meaning
or trying to decide about it
or getting confused or overwhelmed by it
recognize its substance as sensational
enjoy the dream
If out in the desert you see me contorting
Don't impose upon me your cultural forming
If out in the forest you know where my home is
Just don't interrupt me, I'm deeply in formless
Don't impose upon me your cultural forming
If out in the forest you know where my home is
Just don't interrupt me, I'm deeply in formless
Undeniably deep red rocks
Sometimes I still stare at you in disbelief
I cannot place what you remind me of,
But I know that nothing else matters
Sometimes I still stare at you in disbelief
I cannot place what you remind me of,
But I know that nothing else matters
Forget your name, favorite color, height and weight
Forget about dinner and dessert and dancing
Forget about your friends
Forget about “me,” and wonder instead
Wonder constantly; accept no answer
Get used to watching your post-passing body decay
Get used to the feeling, or the idea at least, of having no body
No reference point
to ask “me” how I feel about everything
Prepare yourself
To be unafraid
Of the spectacular and surreal
Inversion of orientation
Forget about dinner and dessert and dancing
Forget about your friends
Forget about “me,” and wonder instead
Wonder constantly; accept no answer
Get used to watching your post-passing body decay
Get used to the feeling, or the idea at least, of having no body
No reference point
to ask “me” how I feel about everything
Prepare yourself
To be unafraid
Of the spectacular and surreal
Inversion of orientation
Deep, deep, deep ocean temple
I feel, I feel who you are
Living cave, I enter consume me
Unberable wonder, attract me, illume
I feel, I feel who you are
Living cave, I enter consume me
Unberable wonder, attract me, illume
Do you gaze over the surface
Of the looking glass
To judge whether it needs dusting?
Or do you recognize
What it is you are looking at.
Of the looking glass
To judge whether it needs dusting?
Or do you recognize
What it is you are looking at.
I am needing to redefine who I am
again
And again and again
Why am I the last to know?
I am following a deeper undertow
And Pisces season is for letting go
Of meeeeee
again
And again and again
Why am I the last to know?
I am following a deeper undertow
And Pisces season is for letting go
Of meeeeee
wow
i honor the power of delusion
The power that is so powerful it totally reorients "me" to a virtual reality
I honor that power which temps me to drop everything in order to glorify grasping
I honor swoon, the dark spells of the moon
I honor the depth below the bottom of the ocean,
The enthusiastic swim to pierce the core, (pri)mortally compelled by gravity attraction
I honor that spell which casts total blindness
With respect, awe, and humility
I accept the darkest days of the year
with Awareness that they are here
i honor the power of delusion
The power that is so powerful it totally reorients "me" to a virtual reality
I honor that power which temps me to drop everything in order to glorify grasping
I honor swoon, the dark spells of the moon
I honor the depth below the bottom of the ocean,
The enthusiastic swim to pierce the core, (pri)mortally compelled by gravity attraction
I honor that spell which casts total blindness
With respect, awe, and humility
I accept the darkest days of the year
with Awareness that they are here
In awe of the phenomenal reign
“You are my little fingertip
Touching the spectacular plane”
We’ve made it to the secret garden
It's images of blue and white
Peering beyond the mystery
May be in my design
mundane is a myth
a mind trick of memory
flip the script
never get used to it
a mind trick of memory
flip the script
never get used to it
boundaries hi-coo
i need alone space
some people think that i don't
and so i tell them
i need alone space
some people think that i don't
and so i tell them
Is not your existence
As a person
With a body
In the world
Proof enough that magic is real?
What proof do you have
To disbelieve?
Why bind your human experience
To the imagination of “mundane?”
Have you wondered
At this phenomenon
Of aging? Of time?
Have you recalled where you were before you were born?
Do you recall the passage through the birth canal?
Is this not magical?
Is this magic not hard science?
You may have gained a habit of shrugging
It off.
With awareness of your human limitation,
Maybe you stopped wondering
And accepted the social answers.
Maybe you accepted limitation
As your natural state.
The human may be limited,
But also built into the human
Is this wondrous
Paradox, a portal, many portals actually,
Through which we may access the Answers:
Where was I before I was born?
What is existence?
What is life?
Be not convinced
By the boundaries of your comprehension.
Submit not your wonder
To human limitation, as defined
To you by convention.
“Mundane” is a myth
Captivated
By collective disbelief
Of magic.
Collective denial
Of overt magic.
The phenomenon of comprehension, the phenomenon of language, the phenomenon of
Dreaming
In the infinite whirlds with their own logic each.
Dreaming where you can fly, dreaming with the fluid laws.
Imagination is make-believe? Unreal?
Is this whirld not another dream?
YOU, according to science,
An egg and a sperm,
YOU grew inside of a womb.
YOU once ran around with the logic of a two year old
What you are you? What is meant by this “you?”
THERE IS S O M U C H M O R E
The threshold is a door.
Wonder is the key.
I don’t believe in
Limitation.
Even quantum says we are 99 percent space.
What can I say that will rekindle your wonder
So ablaze that you refuse any answer
That can be grasped by the
Conditioned human mind.
Suspend your disbelief
Of what is real.
So real that it is incredible
As a person
With a body
In the world
Proof enough that magic is real?
What proof do you have
To disbelieve?
Why bind your human experience
To the imagination of “mundane?”
Have you wondered
At this phenomenon
Of aging? Of time?
Have you recalled where you were before you were born?
Do you recall the passage through the birth canal?
Is this not magical?
Is this magic not hard science?
You may have gained a habit of shrugging
It off.
With awareness of your human limitation,
Maybe you stopped wondering
And accepted the social answers.
Maybe you accepted limitation
As your natural state.
The human may be limited,
But also built into the human
Is this wondrous
Paradox, a portal, many portals actually,
Through which we may access the Answers:
Where was I before I was born?
What is existence?
What is life?
Be not convinced
By the boundaries of your comprehension.
Submit not your wonder
To human limitation, as defined
To you by convention.
“Mundane” is a myth
Captivated
By collective disbelief
Of magic.
Collective denial
Of overt magic.
The phenomenon of comprehension, the phenomenon of language, the phenomenon of
Dreaming
In the infinite whirlds with their own logic each.
Dreaming where you can fly, dreaming with the fluid laws.
Imagination is make-believe? Unreal?
Is this whirld not another dream?
YOU, according to science,
An egg and a sperm,
YOU grew inside of a womb.
YOU once ran around with the logic of a two year old
What you are you? What is meant by this “you?”
THERE IS S O M U C H M O R E
The threshold is a door.
Wonder is the key.
I don’t believe in
Limitation.
Even quantum says we are 99 percent space.
What can I say that will rekindle your wonder
So ablaze that you refuse any answer
That can be grasped by the
Conditioned human mind.
Suspend your disbelief
Of what is real.
So real that it is incredible
let's make believe
there is private property
and tell the trees
that their memories of forests
are make believe
Forget your name, favorite color, height and weight
Forget about dinner and dessert and dancing
Forget about your friends
Forget about “me,” and wonder instead
Wonder constantly; accept no answer
Get used to watching your post-passing body decay
Get used to the feeling, or the idea at least, of having no body
No reference point
to ask “me” how I feel about everything
Prepare yourself
To be unafraid
Of the Real
Forget about dinner and dessert and dancing
Forget about your friends
Forget about “me,” and wonder instead
Wonder constantly; accept no answer
Get used to watching your post-passing body decay
Get used to the feeling, or the idea at least, of having no body
No reference point
to ask “me” how I feel about everything
Prepare yourself
To be unafraid
Of the Real
Welcome to planet Earth!
You exist
In a body
And Earth is your home
And that’s all.
What if we were invited onto this planet in this way
Instead of indoctrinated into
The real world?
Convention’s language
Funnels reality into a
Narrow articulation of what is possible
Bound within
Vehemently opaque confines
Of norms, laws, values, aspirations, and interpretations,
Pet, halfway decent, adult, breakfast, the weekend, ethnicity, nudity, the law, junk DNA
How to break the spell?
After a moon cycle in the woods, in the forest, in the desert, in the mountains, at the hot spring,
Away from concrete, cement, squares, monoliths, roadways, streetlights and stop signs
Away from all we have paved on top of, built on top of, gridded
Away from residential areas, private areas, public areas,
Even away from
The national parks that close at dusk and ask for admission fees,
Perhaps if you, away from all these places,
Examine the space of this planet
On its own accord,
You shall see
Life
As splendorous images of elements
Coming together and going apart
Over and over and over,
Shifting subtle nuances.
With this molting blueprint and the rainbow
As your only boundaries, you
Conceive of phenomena
Fluidly, as an exploration of lenses,
Unbound by the veil
Of normal, mundane law.
Then, when you look back upon
The subtle and pervasive social conceptions
That had once defined
Your mindscape,
You recall being a “person,”
Who was a member of society by default
With prescribed ways to see, feel think, act, and work to do.
From this vantage point,
Playing make-believe in the city becomes optional.
Make-believe high ways
Cut through the mountains
But you know
There is so much more.
And from this vantage point,
You lose interest.
You could make your own city
But you have lost interest.
Because you have watched the elements,
Undefined,
Articulate to a T
Then melt
Back into
The stuff dreams are made of
Over and over and over.
Come describe to me
Your experience of
Surging up the funnel?
And then,
Please tell me,
What is the real world?
You exist
In a body
And Earth is your home
And that’s all.
What if we were invited onto this planet in this way
Instead of indoctrinated into
The real world?
Convention’s language
Funnels reality into a
Narrow articulation of what is possible
Bound within
Vehemently opaque confines
Of norms, laws, values, aspirations, and interpretations,
Pet, halfway decent, adult, breakfast, the weekend, ethnicity, nudity, the law, junk DNA
How to break the spell?
After a moon cycle in the woods, in the forest, in the desert, in the mountains, at the hot spring,
Away from concrete, cement, squares, monoliths, roadways, streetlights and stop signs
Away from all we have paved on top of, built on top of, gridded
Away from residential areas, private areas, public areas,
Even away from
The national parks that close at dusk and ask for admission fees,
Perhaps if you, away from all these places,
Examine the space of this planet
On its own accord,
You shall see
Life
As splendorous images of elements
Coming together and going apart
Over and over and over,
Shifting subtle nuances.
With this molting blueprint and the rainbow
As your only boundaries, you
Conceive of phenomena
Fluidly, as an exploration of lenses,
Unbound by the veil
Of normal, mundane law.
Then, when you look back upon
The subtle and pervasive social conceptions
That had once defined
Your mindscape,
You recall being a “person,”
Who was a member of society by default
With prescribed ways to see, feel think, act, and work to do.
From this vantage point,
Playing make-believe in the city becomes optional.
Make-believe high ways
Cut through the mountains
But you know
There is so much more.
And from this vantage point,
You lose interest.
You could make your own city
But you have lost interest.
Because you have watched the elements,
Undefined,
Articulate to a T
Then melt
Back into
The stuff dreams are made of
Over and over and over.
Come describe to me
Your experience of
Surging up the funnel?
And then,
Please tell me,
What is the real world?
I bow to the deep end
Below the epic sea,
Beneath mountainous waves,
To where our Eternity is still rooted strong
Please join me here in Profundity.
Below the epic sea,
Beneath mountainous waves,
To where our Eternity is still rooted strong
Please join me here in Profundity.
Has the moon ever been so beautiful
That it brought you to tears?
I mean
Have you ever been so beautiful that your teardrops fell with waxing crescent,
In love below the horizon?
Have you ever been so beautiful that you
Stared as the scorpio sliver slid behind the black mountain’s shadow?
Have you ever slithered below the horizon?
Have you ever dove like a lunatic beneath your edge?
That it brought you to tears?
I mean
Have you ever been so beautiful that your teardrops fell with waxing crescent,
In love below the horizon?
Have you ever been so beautiful that you
Stared as the scorpio sliver slid behind the black mountain’s shadow?
Have you ever slithered below the horizon?
Have you ever dove like a lunatic beneath your edge?
We're going to cross the sea
Of sand
Our caravan!
Smell the flowers in the grass
We can sleep here tonight
Under waxing moonlight
Summon us, sun
Changing hue,
Direct our View
To the horizon
The Vision is clear
We got the feels
Meet you at the fyre!
Tonight's the Night!
We'll rise into the starlight
To join in Dream
And Seed the Scene
Of sand
Our caravan!
Smell the flowers in the grass
We can sleep here tonight
Under waxing moonlight
Summon us, sun
Changing hue,
Direct our View
To the horizon
The Vision is clear
We got the feels
Meet you at the fyre!
Tonight's the Night!
We'll rise into the starlight
To join in Dream
And Seed the Scene
Melting churning molten lava
wave crest CLIMAX
rest returning
wave crest CLIMAX
rest returning
Why were the pyramids built?
What do we build now, with a team of a thousand humans?
We build skyscrapers, hundreds of stories
Tall, with space inside
Organized by cubes with computers
And elevators.
We build dark rooms with comfy chairs and
Tremendous screens and loud sounds
👁EYE 👁MAX👁🌀👁
How do you know where you’re going?
With sidewalks, streets, towns, cities,
National Parks that close at 5pm daily.
Street lights, stop signs, my lawn, the
Playground at the park.
Libraries all smell the same.
Elementary schools, hospitals,
Each with their own unique smell smell,
Reiterated nation-wide.
But what about the fly on the wall?
The squirrel? The butterfly? The octopus?
I will build a temple.
I will build a pyramid inside of a pyramid
in devotion to what dwells inside.
I will abode inside
My dark wilderness
What do we build now, with a team of a thousand humans?
We build skyscrapers, hundreds of stories
Tall, with space inside
Organized by cubes with computers
And elevators.
We build dark rooms with comfy chairs and
Tremendous screens and loud sounds
👁EYE 👁MAX👁🌀👁
How do you know where you’re going?
With sidewalks, streets, towns, cities,
National Parks that close at 5pm daily.
Street lights, stop signs, my lawn, the
Playground at the park.
Libraries all smell the same.
Elementary schools, hospitals,
Each with their own unique smell smell,
Reiterated nation-wide.
But what about the fly on the wall?
The squirrel? The butterfly? The octopus?
I will build a temple.
I will build a pyramid inside of a pyramid
in devotion to what dwells inside.
I will abode inside
My dark wilderness
I do not need
to know “what’s next”
I’ll just proceed and do my best
follow my heart,
and let Decisions rest
allowing the light to guide my quest
to know “what’s next”
I’ll just proceed and do my best
follow my heart,
and let Decisions rest
allowing the light to guide my quest
Rock, stone, the archetype of a city, Capricorn, Manhattan ruins to be discovered submerged, stories under the ocean, giant mysterious rectangles, giant beyond comprehension, for SCUBA divers of the far future. ancient past bones skeleton structures of civilizations, memories, DNA, of course it looks familiar, Petra in my blood... what beauty, beyond just the minimized now! What yearning to wholly remember and integrate, put it all into perspective zoomed out, Sagittarius whose soul story of what origin and to what end? what function is forgetting? knowing, validating the feeling, not wondering too much. all access global pass
I don mind spiky plants
when I'm so close, it's not too far
and a little later, when it's so close,
I'm not too sweaty, it's shady up there I'm almost there
Oh, how'd I get all the way up here?
Means how am I gonna get back down?
Move slow stay close to the surface of the rock
Follow the contours, magnet to the core
when I'm so close, it's not too far
and a little later, when it's so close,
I'm not too sweaty, it's shady up there I'm almost there
Oh, how'd I get all the way up here?
Means how am I gonna get back down?
Move slow stay close to the surface of the rock
Follow the contours, magnet to the core
Sleepwalking bear in the night
I wont take your groaning personally
Nocturnal cows
What are you talking about?
Great bugle of the evening,
Is that you, Alaska elk?
Colorado is a great place
To drive thru on the way to Sedona
I wont take your groaning personally
Nocturnal cows
What are you talking about?
Great bugle of the evening,
Is that you, Alaska elk?
Colorado is a great place
To drive thru on the way to Sedona
like shooting stars through the sky
you and I collide
let's brace our sides
from the sparks that divide
hold our hearts (apart)
as the blaze cools
to fertile embers
with a greater potentail to sustain warm glow
you and I collide
let's brace our sides
from the sparks that divide
hold our hearts (apart)
as the blaze cools
to fertile embers
with a greater potentail to sustain warm glow
sharp black mirror
how did you find me here?
i beckoned the wrecking ball upon unruly powers that be
I didn’t know the tower lived in me
how did you find me here?
i beckoned the wrecking ball upon unruly powers that be
I didn’t know the tower lived in me