War

War is a desperate attempt at unification.

The Simplest Things

Enter the joker juggling

Mystifying gravity

Particles pounding feverishly in sweaty palms

Chasing one another

Activity building and building upon one ball after another

The joker plays with the art of surrender

Letting go of this one whilst catching the other

The joker makes an art form out of gravity

A drop of water never stops midair to ask, “Where is the ocean?”

The drop drips freely, liberated by the very act

Compelled to follow gravity’s lead

As selflessly as its identity expels

Merges with ease

A collection of give give give give give

To be sanctimonious is to snivel at drops

Miscalculating the force of the collective

Therefore, a humble person finds their greatest power

In the simplest things
They recognize who they are.

The Joy

The joy of letting go of joy is the goal of joy.

Into the Depths of Your Stillness

The quiet deep I sink. Submerged. Cupped within the weightless, I am held. Talk to me. Talk to me. I am finally listening. Make your presence known. Take me down deep into the reason you gave me life.  Take me deep. I am here now. Let it unfold. It won't happen in an hour, and it won't happen in a day.

Take me down deep into the reason you gave me life. Reveal yourself in the nature of my dreams. May my days be colored by the qualities of my soul.  I am listening to the radiance. I am resting in this grand stillness so that I may hear these truths.

Grant that through my errors there is a humbleness that opens a secret passageway into the absolute intimacy of my heart, where through the pulse of creation I am renewed.  Grant that through times of great loss I shall not seek within emptiness, but sink into emptiness-such loss less gravity to pull. Peeling layers of nakedness, my essence is weightless the more you remove. May I honor you; may I remember you in all ways. 

Liberation

The face of truth reflects from thousands of mirrors

The truth licks like flames and then disappears

Similar are our actions of spontaneous emissions

Wisdom speaks through the sun’s tongues

The reverent ignite in unison

The liberation begins and spreads

The liberation ends when what is to be liberated from is dead.

Living Above the Snake Line | Rev. Dr. William J. Barber, II

A Mixing Together

A coin's face and tail dictate the perfect spin.
Why such confusion?
Answer:  When out of your content arises imbalance, this side you face opportunity as challenge.
When embers burn in the pit of your stomach, the other side reveals the best healing tonic.

Why such a chaotic mixing together?

Answer:  You will desire to find me as a formidable union from within.

Confusion to fusion to confusion we dance-a cocktail-party of neuroses and psychoses and clarity.  The one you choose to dance with must certainly be me!  This side and that side the opportune side awaits.  Flip the coin once or twice, and perhaps even thrice.  Your sweet charity is when you see me, irrefutably so.  

The 0 Dimension

The activity of life swarms.  From where does movement arise but from absolute stillness?  Dimension 0 is a reference point-the immovable, silent, stillness from which the activity of our mind and all other manifestations can be referenced. If all were abuzz, there would be no point of reference and movement would be completely incomprehensible and chaotic.

Absolute stillness has no dimension, no form, and therefore no form in which to move.  If one could penetrate their deepest desires and follow their rays of disambiguation, one would be led deeper and deeper into the point of no dimension which leads into infinite depths revealing infinite layers of truth.  A point has no beginning and no end, no definition, and unutterable suspension.  Like the warm breeze that cartwheels autumn leaves across sidewalks, the sidewalk is the stillness, and such stillness remains the foundation to leaves prolific capering.

The silence between notes, the absence of color commingling with the radiance of rich hues contrasting starkly, vibrantly, and lively, these are the blissful expressions of our relationship and reference to unequivocal stillness.

Undisturbed clarity, purer than the purest crystal, clearer than the clearest lake, within its sapient depth of tranquility-life thrusts outward like violent fireworks, exploding from the timeless, evokes and emits from the threshold of the absolute. Pure, unadulterated love pours, unencumbered, eternally pouring forth from this formless perfection, serving as a sublime sweetness for all other love. Love is an unbearable giving to another without due cause. Love is an eternal spring from which its wells pour forth undeterred.  A luminescent tear drops from the cheeks of angels as we come closer and closer to reveling in the boundless expression of what love truly is-selfless giving of another to another without need for return, basking within the radiance, freely submitting to her calls, for her song is eternal and true.  For those who find justification in withholding such profound love, they will one day be saturated by her wholeness and completion with such humility and awe, that they will be ignited, burning like an alchemical transfiguration into the purest metal. Transformative and configures, the 0 dimension heeds perfection.

Permit the ballerina to master space with graceful pronouncements.  The face of god aches in every gesture the delicacy of power and force, the impermeability of absolute wholeness, a radiating outward from the centerless center-the dimensionless, and the stillness of immaculate self-containment enraptures the soul like a gasping breath.

The currents of mind, the destabilizing anxiety of other's thoughts and actions, the concern for what we've created and its consequences-these are exasperated the more we embark on a journey with no reference, no compass. The irony is that the greatest of reference has no distinction, no body, no sound, no form.  Without this reference, the tumult of life becomes unbearable and immeasurable.  Decisions arrive from disquiet determinations.  Life becomes an overwhelming chore rather than a blessed and sacred journey of discovery leading us to wholeness and our authentic humanity.

Be still, be silent, be humble, be still, be still and pierce the dimensionless.  Feel the motionless soothe the mind, for all great deeds have a trajectory from absolute stillness.  

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.