Wear it Well

Know your inner truth, scavenge your deep interior
Know it well; wear it on your chest like a burning sapphire rose
Your truth is what connects the unchartered powers of divinity to you
An enigma a chance a passionate texture
Your mystery cannot be absolved of misunderstanding
Wear it well; come to know truth in your heart the blazing fire
Your connection is your power your lightway
You are ablaze with justice, and by night shadows are mere figures dancing on walls
Their outlines flirt with your darkest fears, yet no amount of suffering steals your fire,
Grasping the amulet carved into the contours of your soul
You are capable of enduring the grievous while turning pain into gold,
Bending the elements into a majestic crown.
You are the royal messenger of what must be born
Undo yourself until unbound
Roar for the freedom from tyranny
Now the candle flickers in your heart
Reveling by night the freedom towards.

We Create

We are constantly generating creative fields. The fields are activated by, but not limited to desire, patterns of behavior, mental states, and emotions.  These fields are emitted from within.  Similar to magnetic fields, they begin to interact with other people's fields.  Other people may question why they are suddenly feeling a certain way without recognizing that another creative being has generated a field of existence or a state-of-being.  In fact, this generative field is constantly dancing through space. The more congruent with darkness or light and impassioned a being is, the stronger their generative field becomes.  The question of "Who am I?" produces a response that begins to bleed out into the generative fields of our creative awareness. We create a magnetic field in constant flux producing unseen worlds that others unknowingly walk into as if through steam, but the steam is an actual structure of reality that is charged with intelligence and information. We move through space and fields of creative forces that intercept our own fields of experience and emotion.  These unseen magnetically charged and self-generated worlds flow off of our bodies like bubbles peeling off the crescent waves of ocean foam.  Worlds ripple out like sound advancing through space.  As a being becomes more sensitive to these fields, they begin to feel them as clearly and as defined as one would feel hot air or cold water rushing across their skin.  The fields are filled with sensory data and information.  We receive information through the activation of our own circuitry.  Fields of intelligence wash ashore our field of being and alter our states.  If we are conscious and present, alteration of our states would be received as understanding and knowledge.  However, those who are not aware of their reception of another's generated field impacting themselves would remain unconscious of the fact that what they are experiencing is not generated by themselves, but by another.  This unconscious reception of information may lead to unconscious negative behavior, building into dangerous group dynamics with an unknown cause.  For an aware and conscious person, alteration of their state is a moment of impact of information that is being received and to be consciously recognized and understood.  A conscious being is responsive, not incognizant and reactive without known cause.  These two differences in awareness must be elaborated upon in another post, for the distinction is of significant importance.  The consequences of the two are vastly different.  Awakening to the dynamism of the unseen world and how it interacts with oneself is a profound shift as from one that was dull of senses, encumbered and impulsive, to a profoundly alert and assertive source of perception and self-awareness that is multi-sensory. With access to more senses, one is engaging with a richer and more complex world.  When one interacts with such a world, their own sense of self becomes more defined as contrast begins to emerge through sensory input. Stillness of soul enables one to distinguish between the disruptions of self and the disruption of others' fields.  A truly empowered person can see much more clearly how they are either adding to or ending war, adding to or ending love, or adding to or ending madness in this world because they can sense from where these impulses of creation come from.  They are able to make conscious choices, informed decisions, and are less vulnerable to the human tides of emotion that wash over humanity in times of panic or times of fear.  

The Greatest Power

The greatest, most profound, sapient, and mysterious forces generated by human form are concealed by divine 'con'fusion. This concealment protects those who are incapable of holding authentic power with integrity. She who is capable of fusing with such power walks in humility. The one who seeks sovereignty of others is destined to remain 'con'fused, unaware, and unable to perceive the genuine pronouncement-the denouement.  The denouement is an uneventful bore through the eyes of the ego.  Relentless arrogance neglects the wisdom of subtle senses.  Through the eyes of the arrogant, the beaten tramp in the corner is sullenly disregarded.  To the humble, they see divinity radiating from all corners.

Those who carry authentic power practice sovereignty of self.  They discover a vision that opens like the canal of a mother giving birth.  What is born is the fusion of self and sky.  For the arrogant, the sky remains divided for they are too egocentric to look up.  They are unable to humble themselves to that which is far greater than themselves because they see anything outside of themselves as bovine depravity, unworthy, and lacking the sparkling magnetism of glamour.  The world is dull for the immodest. Every day is spent in conspicuous reconciliation with elegance and allure.  They are drawn to ostentatious endeavors like a moth to light, eventually to die from the magnitude of the external, never to burn holy from the profundity within--that profundity within is an insatiable light which radiates outward, igniting other's lives.

Stillness-breath-the most gentle and invisible aspects of life house the powers of the master.  And yet, this is not grandiose enough, not showy and dazzling enough for the ego. Therefore, those who conquer ego and the need to be provocative, invite the greatest of forces into their breath and their stillness.  This is a protection piece for divinity. Those who are incapable to submit to modesty will never be able to ignite the power within, nor will they ever be aware of it for the greatest of power remains hidden and unseen.

To be breath, to be still, to be self-sovereign unveils the tramp within. As the modest one breathes, he begins to unravel the paradoxes of the soft and yielding that are masked in the illusion of subtlety and lurid equivocations. These misleading elements melt away as the modest lives in every breath divine authorizations, disrobing the tramp and exposing a divine being.  Every breath is a flame and a force, igniting life's potential. Discipline of breath, discipline of attention, discipline of stillness and presence.  These words mean nothing to a somebody. Hidden somewhere, to an empty being, is the most powerful human force on the planet, and yet, hardly anyone will discover and live by these forces.  The most obvious is invisible to the blind, and most are too arrogant to see.

Dharma

If we must cry

Wait until the warm rain falls

Where tears and droplets mingle

Where there is no separation of Self and Sky

Where our inner life emerges in petals blossoming from our eyes

Our soul nurtured by wet cosmic kisses.

The seeds of dharma planted

Yet, arid though our need does make

The humility of longing cracks our face

When we ask, “Why am I here?”

The answer does not wait

As simple as our lost tears confide

The answer blends your tears with Mine.

From this Heart Pours

The heart does not sing in canons

The melody the sound unknown

The heart’s stillness is emptied of motion

The heart’s motion is emptied of stillness

With desire the hand does pour

The contents held in the eternal cusp like fragile crystal

Such fragility does illusion make

An enemy of love can break such dominion

How is this enemy myself?

Sunk deep into the pocket of the thief’s jeans

I find my number scrawled on crumpled paper,

To my identity I call,

             and she answers

I hear a voice that is not my own

“How is this enemy myself?” I cry

Belabored by the integral I cannot find my sheath

I have lost all cause such purpose unknown.

Sovereignty sings in temples

The catalogues of the oppressed mount cathedrals

When in this architectural design does one illustrate

            the power to signify the divine?

The sheep’s skin is worn pressed against flesh,

            and not one traitor can trace your face in the shadows

For lurking beneath the constraint of time

The graces of union lick the erratic assault

The concept of defense extinguished

Where walls of cathedrals fall

            to witness the internal collapse of division

Where posterior to concepts deconstruct the omission

            of self of other of enemy.

The heart’s autonomy is emptied of union

The heart’s union is emptied of autonomy

And from this heart pours motion,

And from this heart pours stillness.

When Dreams

There comes a time when our dreams do not serve us anymore. We may begin to realize that we once dreamed our dreams to serve ourselves.  We may realize that this service to ourselves is but a dream, and within our dreams we may awaken. We may dream our dreams and do. And upon this doing, unknowingly, we are leaving a hole in our heart for the space of more dreams.  This space begins to expand and expand like a tireless balloon.  This space naturally invites others to dream within this space.

Where once we moved into ecstatic fruition of Self, fully ripened, the fruit erupts into a grandeur of giving to another unexpectedly. We dream our dreams and upon no will of our own, they suddenly include others.  This emptying of our dreams into a larger space invites others to dream within us.  In the quiet of the night we will awaken to the fact that our dreams have matured.  Our dreams take on the shapes and apparitions of others.

We begin to dream others' dreams.  We do for others' dreams. We have moved beyond the necessity of self into a grander or, rather, a greater orbit that involves others we may not even know.  We are dreaming their dream to do.  We realize that we are so sick and tired of ourselves. We become exhausted of ourselves.  We have served all our essential needs, and our dreams have dried up into a fragrant potpourri of superfluous necessity.  Within that brilliant moment arrives a bolt of clarity. Eventually, our emptiness and solitude dumps out of our heart, and the invitation for others floods within as a welcoming to others.  When our eyes close in self-absorption, we will become so empty of ourself that the space automatically and quite naturally invites the hopes and wonders of others.  With a deep and reverent fascination, we open our heart like angelic wings swooping steadfastly to take a pronounced collection of air for elevation only to realize that this final farewell to selfish desires escalates those around us-within us.  We have not sacrificed one bit of ourselves. We have not given too much, we have not overextended, we have other-actualized the transparency of our heart and claimed no self in the process.  We have entered an entire landscape of selfless giving unexpectedly.  From which our self once dreamed now is rooted within the hearts of others. We have merged the finality of our own essence into the eternality of the Other. 

Olé

Humanity

Be Amazed

Be amazed by the pronounced constructs of reality you have established like jail walls around your soul.  Every illusion you pierce with the trembling recognition of a grander truth is a brick extinguished; and, the closer you are to a true liberation.  

We are our own martyrs to the stories we have adopted from society. The cosmos is limitless-society, limited and reckless. To be truly free is to dismantle the society within your mind. 

Stillness

~Within the within~

The drop of water never lands as landing is not law. Pools of silence wash ashore, stroking the restless sands with unyielding ease. The sound of grains shimmer like golden hail sparkling in tremors, flashing in and out another. The silence absorbs within the state of saturation; she sits in her mystery acquiring knowledge.

The within the within...

If you meet her, she will undress you, behead you, disembody you until you are all that lives. The-within-the-within takes you deeper than within. You know you are near her when you have lost your name. You know you have entered her when you never stop entering her. The drip drops deeper into her infinite hands. Your mind and body have lost their shame. You are stripped to the culmination of the undoing, for no harm can be done unto you. The drop drips soundlessly as the name has not arrived. Curls of fascination spiral like smoke into the rich opaque night-spinning upward, heralding the nameless face of your last promulgation. You have lost yourself in the eternal joy of antiquity. Come messenger, come friends, come back to where life begins. You will find your name cupped within the hands of the virgin. She has registered your identity as that of loving the sacred game of humanity.

James Baldwin Interview 1963

The Third Dimension Part I

Have you seen how the land is molded by her supple movements?  Have you seen how stones impress by her beauty?  Have you seen her tremor in crystalline caves still within the fragrant magic of subterranean depths? Have you seen her react with tempestuous bravado clashing with the limestone shore?  She is full of life, dancing particles, she is fluid and dynamic, altering to the perpetual shifts in her environment.  She dances with seductive power and force, and yet, may trickle like the pearls of a necklace lain down to rest one bead at a time.  Glassy, deceptively demure and contained.  She is solid, gas, liquid-she is one.  You can never have her, she has you. She is the ocean inside of you and she moves through you in highways and currents.  You are her.  


Dimension three is the recognition that we are not contained within any space as any set form and yet the essence is the same.  We are like that of water, constantly moving through space in our many forms, influencing the forms around us, yet also transforming in the face of our environment (gas, to liquid, to ice).  

Dimension one guides you into the purity of your essence while dimension two leads you into the nature of your movements and the power of your intent.  Dimension three embodies your intent.  If there is any consideration as to what motivates you, conscious action is a possibility.  Conscious action is like water awakening to its own influential presence.  Water as liquid, water as form, water as gas shape-shifting in a series of contexts, supple as strength, drops enduring, shifting as currents carry forth. Conscious action is coming to know of your nature, your many forms, your movements and directing them through the spectrum of self-awareness into the colors of the day.  Dimension three is an invocation.  


As we sojourn the mysteries of our interior landscape, through the vestibules of our exterior life, we unveil ourselves in every moment-new forms emerge and then dissipate, yet eternally radiate the color of water.  What is the color of water but a reflection?  And if that water is murky, filled with waste as if your interior life was not cared for, what shall this water be but colored by your own disease?


Feathers alone are a thing of tender beauty, feathers together gather wind, feathers of a wing transport the glorification of nature's lead to represent itself holy.  As with every aspect there retains the eye that sees the mercy of the fragments unveiling what's yet to be seen.

Second Dimension

Beauty transposes itself onto our screen. If ever there was a more vital time to collaborate with your deep interior forces, now is the time, and was it ever not so? What does it mean to have sacred dialogue? What does the second dimension entail? Let's revisit the form of the second dimension briefly. The second dimension is the plane of existence that activates motion from the one-pointedness of meditation. What does this mean? Well, on a very practical level, it means one must sit with oneself first. One must confront the quietude of their being while sitting in silence. What arises? What arises one may feel. The feeling is the healing. The progression of physical upheaval transgresses into a stillness. If one does not reach stillness within their silent retreat, they must revisit this one-pointed simplicity within oneself until the distractive upheaval is released. Then, then one may move into the forces of prayer, or in other terms, sacred dialogue. Sacred dialogue is a breath that is exhaled with heavenly winds when one is in congruence with their physical and emotional body. If one has not rested within the silence of their simple nature, prayer can be a very tempestuous series of pleads. This series of pleads is not necessarily sacred dialogue but a relentless longing for oneself which is a basic form of necessity when one needs healing. If you have ever sat in silence and felt the warmth of the absolute pour into you like a silken honey oozing into your every pore, you must know that you have reached a point of preparation. You are ready to make an announcement on behalf of our planet, our kingdoms, civilizations, friends, families, and foes the possibilities that you may taste on your imaginative tongue. You are called to conjure from deep within your most imaginative nature a promise to humanity that what you bring forth is your true devotion. If you are ready for sacred dialogue these forces that I speak of are not abstract ideas, but sensuous dynamics that are palpable and await your conscious direction. To utter any phrase when in a state of sacred dialogue is to breathe form into this dynamic plane of existence. Be aware, and beware, this is the dimension of creation. Detach from all exterior distractions and rest within the absolute silence of your soul. Here, fields of grace may be harvested to the golden rays of the setting sun. Take caution, for the setting sun seeks no one, one must seek the setting sun. When night falls, the all is eclipsed momentarily, unless the all eclipsed forget to open their eyes to the rising sun. The rising sun seeks no one. One must seek the rising sun.  Although sun's rays radiate upon everyone, the interior must ignite through recognition.