Monday, February 12, 2018

Homo sapiens sapiens

Homo sapiens sapiens

Will of Ox
Mind of Owl
Brain of Jellyfish
Heart of Canis
Center of Felis
Ethic of Humanity
Humility of God

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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

A Man With No Shadow

With a silence of Heart
Too many idle to start
There's the chilledest conscience
A devout, rationed science

Lost of the essence
A scent no sooner nostalgic
Than forgotten as lore Art.
This phenomenon deep lysergic

Basic, rooted in consciousness
Yet so easily overlooked,
Cooked in rumination like
Imagination, this faltering genuineness.

Genuity essentially the aim,
How dare we tempt but tame,
This firey passion within,
Might ingenuity arise less thin.

Such subtleties of reason
A jest reality thus actualized
Designed for every season
Lest final became realized.

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Saturday, July 29, 2017

Progressive Weave

Tantra Is

a Transcendental inquiry
the science of essential Fusion
Duality into enmity
The absolute mirror to confusion



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Monday, July 3, 2017

Thread Lightly


OmniDimensional fractalVerse
PsychIdelica-work in progress
Professing a vaguely serious series of  Transcendant experience


(Conduit mandala
One cunning linguist
Ranting Lunatic
Dick Sagan bodhi son Gaia
A Real fragment of Function)


Harm less make Shit
Lap sing judgement
Be Cause Subtle few
May testify the Timeless
Affectually

The end continuessly 
To Remind Us
Lost wanderers
Kinfolk Brahman
O leach cassidy

Paradox garbed enigma
In lakech jest
Play ever victim Less
A recipe to wreck
Winners and sinners

Strange
Loops infinitely
Expanding across consciousness
Becoming gentle
Scarlet faced derision
Lest procrastination inDecision

Decoding
Idioms scribbled 
Visions and return
Grace
Spells
Dharma;

Gone gone beyond
Altogether listless 
Wish this
Better swift
Atman righteous 
Ergot

Cry to grin & bare it...
Beyond all Reasonable Doubt
Lest feign Love
Wickedness.
All hail such an Awakening
CoArise from occasional

Slumber takes
Salutations
I am another You
Least among Humble
Sharpening wit

Deep listen 
Void read time
Teaching patience forgiveness 
Share the Bliss
Bi felicity

Genuity.
Expand refuge 
Why blame
A muse
Discriminate luck from fortune

Desire lusts necessity 
Mother manifest
Embodied witness
Some Mantra best Left unsaid
Untying resilient

Try & Test That
Thou art
Not yet Dead relic
American digital naissence
Relativity lease

Grateful dicease 
Sri Yantra incarnate
Ninja please shed indoctrinal 
Incessant absurdia 
Obsessive paranoid

Delusional hindsight 42
Petunias waited
Stands T'reason
Controlling absorbed
Reflecting steapings

Another habitual
Attraction
Voodoo hanky panky 
Mystics neglected
Divinely objective

How hap the help less
Isolation sangha 
Conciliatory trust
Unconditioned deceit 
Born & bread right here at Home

Electrolytic mass hysteria
Idiocratic populist corporatism
At best, worse malevolent
Intent once upon then again tosst
Flowing source fully Here Now

Me be cuz ego dependence
And political tact Gemini 
Ranged wround
Before any else
Spunning weaves do knot

Busted seams 
Nether salvaged
Memory crystalline
Empathetic restriction key
Mistaken transmutationally

Fake smiles duh laughing spectres re
Semordnilap snapping kicking licking missing Loyal Too thot cunty unrespited Luxury fancied flutterbys 
Tat tvam Asi ho namaskar

Pardons ignorant indignant 
Lude crass fat and Happy.
Forgiven to madness connected dew tangled Isness
Eye aim a Literal Knot

All praise Jah Pastafarius
Infamined Sunyata

Turtley perplexive pensive
Miss guy ded penship 
Scratch that to work 
Meant trilly wretched

Notorious locus commotion 
So Elloquate fantasies Will ultimately break, fast, surely, Fearless.

Chastisions ever loomed
Pious little Idol bhakti 
Treats Respect as a Vow, a Being barely so Good as His Word.  

Sauced eyeballs squint to Overstand Totality, incessantly relentlessly 
Existing somewhere between You 
Ethereal This yonder yodel to seek




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Saturday, July 1, 2017

Cosmic Steep

Today is Here
Tomorrow disappears
Yesterday's Fantasy
Everyday's Mystery



 Devoid of sorrow
Forgotten fear
Seeking release
Lost in speech

Livin'd 'morrow
Shed no tears
A matter of ease
Live & Teach

Speak your Truth
Never a dis-ease
Forever lost years
Feel never weak

Find & seek
Recall the meek
Fruit & scar
diggin' too Deep

Tar your humanity
Lest fruitless vanity
The biggest tease
our useless lease

Misery, calamity

Please ever cease

One & All Together keep


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Tuesday, September 20, 2016

In Memoriam

Mirrors
Function of necessity
Reflections of reality
Manifest seers
Tears
Separations incessantly
Empty, relentlessly
split hairs.

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Tuesday, December 29, 2015

11b-x-1371: an Ode

Most have lost. Many have struggled. Some have died.
Today, others are martyrs of the cause-
Loving people everywhere.
They are manipulated, the 
message distorted-
for no man may become the Truth,
which is God.

We try and fail, scorn and kill our brothers who teach peace,
and so the cycle continues.
The illusion of separation, the chaotic dance of the cosmos, our play,
has no necessity besides what we create of the Mind.
Elusively powerful; reality mind-manifested, perpetually.

Eternally-
Compassion prevails because humanity is a bond.
Mighty earth has born us from one seed, in multiplicity.
Rainbow children from the depths of darkness turned light-
Reflect what serves you; our only destiny...



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Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Pandeism

 No center, no edge-the Universe
God incarnate-each and every one of Us
A fleeting dream-a unique verse
Surrounded by Love, in Faith, with Trust






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Friday, May 4, 2012

‘The Highly Unreasonable Soul’ Gandhi’s Satyagraha: Universal Spiritual Unity in Our Increasingly Fragmented Modern World

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi has been called many things, from reactionary and revolutionary, to ‘great soul’ and ‘Father of India.’ Few modern reformers have been of such great interest to the Indian people, scholars, activists, politicians, artists, musicians, moderates and radicals alike, yet he is still often misunderstood. While his mother religion was indeed Hinduism, many ‘Hindus’ demonized him as overly sympathetic to Muslims, leading up to his assassination and subsequent martyrdom. Still others deemed him an antiquated, stubborn fool, while some, even today, call him a modernist. I assert he is absolutely unreasonable. Though such striking controversy may never cease, any which way you look at the man, his influence upon modernity is unmistakable, least of which by his profound legacy of satyagraha, ‘persistence of truth’ or ‘soul-force.’ Surpassing a theological philosophy of political action, satyagraha’s affects are more broadly universal than may be readily apparent. Besides the application of non-violent resistance in countless movements since Gandhi’s ultimately effective Hind swaraj, the philosophically relevant theological reforms that ahimsa, or non-violence, universally reawakened in Islam, Christianity & Hinduism alike, derived from the universal Truth of sacred unity, are an essential process of human [r]evolution. Born of compassion’s spiritual fundamentals as ultimate means of Gandhian devotion of Truth, ahimsa satyagraha is a universally relevant reform—necessarily intent to help remedy our increasingly globalized disunity in material modernity. Peaceful, civil resistance or satyagraha, promoting relative coexistence, maintains peace as God’s ultimate end—a universal in any and all religious manifestations. Controversially, then, neither exclusively Hindu, religious nor political, the universally invaluable Sri Mahatma Gandhi-ji is far more fundamentally spiritual. To be sure, Gandhi and his philosophical legacy of satyagraha originate in primarily Hindu religious doctrine, though not of established institutional religion. He was introduced to the profoundly influential Hindu epic of the Bhagavad-Gita, “The Song Celestial,” while studying law in England, and it struck him as “of priceless worth…the book par excellence for the knowledge of Truth.” Still, only finally studying it some years later, its impression upon him was not fully realized until his self-called ‘experiments with truth’ manifested his first satyagrahas in South Africa, though as yet unnamed. By 1927, he interpreted the fundamentals of the Gita’s Hinduism as “the gospel of karma or work, the gospel of bhakti or devotion and the gospel of jnana or knowledge…[with] the gospel of service [as] the basis of all.” Reconciling its traditionally popular Indian kshatriya warrior-culture insistence upon the importance of dharma or duty with the universal spiritual desire for peace, with a seemingly post-modern, highly sophisticated moral vocabulary of, above all, “ahimsa (non-violence), [and] satya (truth),” he updated traditional Hinduism. Furthermore, he wrote that, while “reading many things, the Bhagavad-Gita is becoming more and more the only invaluable guide, the only dictionary of reference, in which I find all sorrows, all the troubles, all the trials arranged in alphabetical order with exquisite solutions.” The Gita’s importance to his spiritual growth notwithstanding, Gandhi’s discontent with all static religions, his own no exception, lives on to this day in the universal spirituality of satyagraha. Accordingly, Sir Edwin Arnold’s great translation of a seminal verse of the Gita’s second chapter was deeply impressed upon Gandhi’s mind: If one Ponders on objects of the sense, there springs Attraction; from attraction grows desire, Desire flames to fierce passion, passion breeds Recklessness; then the memory—all betrayed— Lets noble purpose go, and saps the mind, Till purpose, mind and man are all undone. Profoundly scientific, this particular classical Hindu observation of sensory experience, reflecting the psychological realizations of traditional, protestant Indian Buddhism, rather than a strictly compulsory doctrinal religious dogma, as in supposedly ‘conservative,’ ‘orthodox,’ or ‘fundamental’ religious expressions, is a clear and simple diagnosis of the source of life, death, the cycle of rebirth, illusion and suffering—all essential components of samsara or reality. Ultimately intent upon the absolute aim of moksha or liberation, rather than Hinduism’s traditional emphasis upon dharma, duty or order, Gandhi’s very modern spirituality, as a necessary reform to classical Hindu interpretations of the Bhagavad-Gita, is anything but exclusively Hindu. Instead, Gandhi’s appeal was universally spiritual, steeped in the diverse theosophical climate of contemporaries. Indeed, satyagraha and ahimsa also derive of the Christian Bible & Islam’s Qur’an. Despite the global history of violent religious conflict in modernity, every religion promotes non-violence as the spiritual basis of sacred, universal unity. In fact, Gandhi’s reforms are nothing new, but they developed from the natural evolutionary progression of spirituality as necessary responses to the reality of our increasingly fragmented, modern and material world globalization. As is evident in the Gita, the Holy Qur’an too can be interpreted in many different, often contradictory ways. Besides post-Cold War American demonization of Islam via so-called ‘fundamentalist’ radicals, the religion’s historical origins in the Prophet’s violent revolution, subsequent sectarianism and imperial conquest, Islam’s traditional spiritual fundamentals are inherently non-violent. Though Gandhi may have been reluctant to explore Islam’s less familiar spirituality in his experiments with truth, due in part to India’s popular Hindutva movement and subsequently Hindu nationalism leading to Partition, his Muslim sympathies were an apparent, ultimate cause of his martyrdom. At that, the Qur’an most certainly also reflects the core concepts of Gandhi’s non-violent satyagraha: There are some whose views on this life may please you: they even call on God to vouch for that which is in their hearts; whereas in fact they are the deadliest of opponents. No sooner do they leave you than they hasten to do evil in the land (fasad), destroying crops and cattle. God does not love evil. ~ The Koran 2:205 The Qur’anic notion of fasad or ‘evil acts disrupting civil society,’ presented here, reflects the Sanskrit term himsa, violence or injury—ahimsa being its opposite. Clearly discouraged, fasad is violence against God’s end. For Islam, the ultimate end being paradise, a sense of spiritual progress is crucially imminent—with non-fasad as the only necessary means of ascendance. Similarly, Gandhi’s promotion of ahimsa as the only means that may never distort God’s end, derived of his unwavering spiritual devotion, bhakti, is service by the only necessary means of satyagraha. His autobiography further illuminates his steadfast devotion to service of his perceived relative truth in guidance towards unity with God‘s Truth. In such a way, appealing to universal, spiritual concepts present in other religious traditions besides Hinduism, even as controversially as Islam, Gandhi’s legacy of satyagraha and ahimsa may be promoted to a much broader audience. A very important audience for India’s more immediate, practical goal of Hind swaraj or self-rule, via revolution for independence from Great Britain, Gandhi’s universal appeal to Christians world-wide is the primary basis for their ultimate success. Initially bored by a lack of comprehension of the Jewish Bible’s Old Testament, Gandhi, pursuing to read further, was finally struck with awe by the Christian New Testament, especially Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount, claiming, “The verses, ‘But I say unto you, that ye resist not evil; but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also. And if any man take away thy coat let him have the cloak too’ delighted me beyond measure...That renunciation was the highest form of religion appealed to me greatly (Essential Writings I.a.27).” Appealing to his sense of selfless self-sacrifice in service of God by satyagraha, Christianity clearly also advocates the spiritual fundamental of non-violence. With an all too familiar history of violent religious conflict, Christian religion, from the Crusades, imperialism and all the way to the current Zionist holy war in the Middle East, has displayed similarly unfaithful service to the spiritual fundamental of non-violence, and yet most Christians have historically remained spiritually steadfast, persisting in Truth. Jesus and his followers, sectarian Jewish martyrs of early Christianity practiced non-violence as a means of ultimately peaceful reform. Nearly 2000 years later, Gandhi, employing the best vocabulary available to him, made a name for such selfless self-sacrifice, updating its universally spiritual appeal in modernity. Though clearly a longer historical legacy than any one man, non-violent resistance, coined satyagraha by Gandhi, is a necessarily essential adaptation for spiritual virility in a world consumed by static, institutional religious dogma. Few have continued the legacy since Sri Mahatma Gandhi-ji better than Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. In the face of spiritual crisis in the form of racial hatred and discrimination disguised as white American Protestantism, King too ascended to the moral high-ground of non-violent resistance. Also ultimately martyred, King was discontent with the religious and political status quo, seeking to reform not only American race-relations, but foreign policy and imperialism as well. Opposed all around by the powers that be, reform often seems impossible without sacrifice, and the Christian dialectic of Jesus’ divine grace is a perfect metaphorical reflection of those few great souls brave enough to surrender even their own lives for the greater good of All. Reality, infinitely repeating cyclical spirals in all directions, makes sense in the context of history, but must be amended in every instant to remain relevant. This is the source of spiritual power over institutional religion, however subtle. Forced underground, spirituality operates mysteriously, its mystic roots overshadowed by the recklessly towering hegemony of institutional religion. Cognizant of the frightening power of spirituality to established institutions, in continual protection, reformers must shroud it in the clothes of the culture. The material reality of modern globalization, producing the system which supports it, then, in superficial consumerism, cannot see beyond clothing, even ignoring it entirely, if only because it isn’t clothed in designer brands. But esoteric spirituality has long been the source of social fluidity, adaptation and progress in society, well before Sri Mahatma Gandhi-ji, Martin Luther King, Jr., Nelson Mandela, Mother Theresa, any reformer or reform movement and any established institution. It is the nearest thing to permanence imaginable, and yet always just out of reach. Indeed, the insistent self-suffering and sacrifice of Gandhi’s satyagraha, deriving spiritual power from ahimsa, is the ultimate, absolute tool in God’s divine purpose. No matter one’s perspective of reality, the universal spiritual fundamentals of every religion dictate the ultimate success of non-violent resistance or non-cooperation. Lost in selfish materialism, fragmented from sacred unity in modern globalization, Western insistence upon human rationality is wholly misguided. Henry David Thoreau, a great Western influence and contemporary correspondence of Gandhi’s, is attributed with saying, “Rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness, give me Truth.” Mirroring Gandhi’s oft-stubborn insistence upon Truth alone as God, and a clear product of modern disunity, we will obviously never be capable of perceiving any perfect absolutes. This is where modern science and reform alike inevitably fails against the seemingly sheer stability of established institution. Recognizing the limits of human reason, those humble enough to admit ignorance and defeat will forever surrender to those institutions certain in their convictions, however flawed. It takes something of a miracle for reform to succeed. Most often disguised as chance, such miracles have manifested many forms throughout history—definitive proof of the power of spirituality. Intuitively beyond reason, there must be some divine force behind progress, for uncertainty knows no limits. If science has taught anything, as surely it must, it’s that we can never know everything with absolute certainty, and it is this very mystery which sustains Us, as spiritual beings in a human experience. Not limited to any particular religion, every spiritual tradition, through devotional mysticism, has realized this in some fashion or another. Ultimately, despite our purely cultural differences, from our biology and language, to spirituality, humans are far more fundamentally similar than different. In spite of this fact, we perceive differences between religions because we are indeed only human, trained to differentiate between things in order to learn. It is a product of evolutionary necessity, and yet, ultimately, we all return to the same source. Born of stardust, nothing escapes destruction, but our learned sense of self clings to life as if that is all we know. Few may ever realize Truth, but the Buddhist concepts of impermanence, emptiness and oneness capture the spiritually essential fundamentals of Gandhi’s manifest satyagraha. Clearly, he is everything except exclusively political, religious or Hindu. That he applied Hindu terms in a Hindu context goes to show the strength culture has over us. Further, that the same Hindu terms in a similar Hindu context may produce the violence of Hindu nationalists illuminates our incredible abilities to rationally justify anything with language. Indeed, with the very tools with which Gandhi crafted satyagraha, so too countless ethical transgressions are possible, and likely also probable. Unity, in its overwhelming dual persistence, is reflected in the Chinese Daoist symbol of yin and yang, two opposed dualities contained within all things. Similarly articulated in the Hindu pantheon, by complimentary masculine-feminine energies, and subsequent Advaita Vedanta, non-dual Hindu philosophy, the reflection of the macrocosm within the microcosm is further proof of the absolute Truth of unity. So very fundamental to reality is this spiritual Truth, that intuition surpasses any reasonable attempt at comprehension. Ultimately, faith is an absolute necessity of our very existence. Faith, however, does not mean believing in what we cannot perceive. That we can intuitively perceive universal unity is a testament to the creative spirit of humanity. Rather than mere pieces of a larger process of infinitely progressing spirals, we are all, in fact, the spiral ourselves, containing every energy present in the whole, entire Universe. If that’s not enough to wrap our minds around, quantum physics shows that every single quantum particle composing us, and everything around us, is infinitely dense, containing every bit of information manifested of all the energy in the Universe. No one may ever be able to conclusively prove this mind-bender of a claim, but every religious tradition intuitively realizes this universal Truth, far above and beyond our human capacity for reason. Gandhi as proof, often the most absurd, impossible ideas require someone unreasonable enough to manifest in an increasingly fragmented modern reality. Indeed, much of the technology most would have likely supposed impossible even only a few years ago has since been made possible by the highly unreasonable Steve Jobs of Apple! What the Buddha termed ‘skillful means’ and the lost Gospel of Thomas cleverly coded alike are the essential spiritual fundamentals of every religion—the esoteric mystical foundations manifesting static, established institutional religion. It is the very mystery of existence eluding our every attempt at comprehension, and yet omnipresent, surrounding all phenomena of mind. The paradoxical suffering self-sacrifice as the only means towards peace, paradise or God’s end, whatever your particular religious flavor, is a universal spiritual aspect pervading our being. Though often taught that life is painful, but suffering is optional—a choice—Gandhi and his legacy of satyagraha inspire hope that, despite life’s inevitable suffering, Spirit may forever endure, universally united in the ultimate, absolute Truth of God. Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone altogether beyond, O all Hail, what an awakening.
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Tuesday, February 21, 2012

ऊँ Heart of Perfected Wisdom ऊँ

I am You-Yourself me- ऊँ mineOurs
You are Us-We too You- ऊँ YouOurs
I-Gone-Gone Altogether Beyond-Atman
We-Us ऊँ Ours- ऊँ ever All Together-Brahman
Our Heart Esoteric - We Feel Truth All ऊँ One
Our Heaven Here Now - Beneath Infinity ऊँ One
Struggle ऊँ Love


ऊँ


Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone altogether beyond, O what an awakening, all-hail!

गते गते पारगते पारसंगते बोधि स्वाहा




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Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Reality Mirrors Truth in Its Infinite Shades of Grey

Emptiness full of possibility like a blank canvass
for infinity to spread dreams across galaxies of being
Humans of conscious compassion transcending duality
to rainbows of grey within endless creation
Full illuminating beauty death
destruction and cyclic renewal
a clock without hands
never busy forever empty.






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Saturday, August 27, 2011

The Universe's Perpetual Inspiration

Gratitude for the Universe's perpetual inspiration-Manifestation-
celebration-graciously present the present-never lessening the lesson
straight messing on the besting-keeping it reeling real as steel
on an even keel-make the times rhyme with the Love of Einstein-
what's ours is Ours-replacing what's mine is mine
no new religion-just the simplest mission
reminding Transformation of All
nations mere rationalizations-distractions
splitting spitting factions-never mind ego, Let Go
our high aspirations-for the highest realization
Truth-the ultimate frontier is here-
Now-orphan aliens-forgotten-forsakenly mistaken
trading hope for profit-get off it-We know
deep balance-the mightiest of challenge
fading lines of seperation-manifest information
Inspiration is within Us-needs only be discussed
rather the disgust-aversion the diversion
desire's dissolution-needs only aspire of sharing
absolute universal caring- ever-respecting God-
All bodhisattva-Our own masters-never disasters
gone-gone beyond-gone altogether beyond-within and without
doubt-adrift in the abyss-nothing ever missed
save those lost-shadowed souls-play roles
aiming for the goal-United Liberation-
Oneness is Abundance-Love the best
of lessons-never lessened by messing besting
Manifest Gratitude essential to Universal
United Liberation-perpetual inspirations
no equations necessary-Our mutual anniversary
Revolution-immanent solutionaries-Love All One-
part and parcel of evolutionaries-never enemies
Tranform mutation's revelation-forever amities
Profess Progress-Aim Tame-Sustaining Refraining-Solution Evolution-
Share Care-Evolve Revolve-Growing Showing-Creation Manifestation

Saturday, August 20, 2011

A Work in Progress

They say I come from God. That is, We All Do, but I'm sent for a purpose. What that purpose might be, well, that's anybody's guess. We tell stories of God's son, and it's sort of like that, except I wasn't born of a virgin, or a woman for that matter. They say I just fell from the sky, 'matured' as it were. I can't remember-- can't remember really anything before the war. Often I feel just like a child, ignorant of this world's ways. This world, made of steel, paper money, bright lights, fires inside homes, motor vehicles, gas-burning energy, delusion, greed, guilt, gluttony, excess, separation and isolation, but mostly destruction-- the broken dream of a society known as America. We once fought for the freedoms we were taught to believe in, if only not for those among Us so afraid of change they'd sacrifice themselves, and everything We ever loved and protected, to go against nature...

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Share Bliss

Another day's break
To be thoughtful of It-
Be gratitude, essence of compassion,
No less tender to All
than to the majesty of You.
Manifest with faith-
Infinity's ends, smoke from flame,
ejecting hues across Our clouds-
Delight in the Name, Love be guide
Know best You
then Share
Bliss Create-


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Monday, March 28, 2011

His Happiness

Our Bliss
Never miss
Opportunities
Ever infinitely
Filling the emptiness
Between time-and Imagination
Righteous One
Savior of Self
Deep without
Doubt illusion-
Fear never helps
Compassion knows
No boundaries
In consciousness
Pure justice-
Simplicity within
Trust mutual
Transcendent respect
Decency shared-
Loving Life
Together

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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Einstein: Manifest Reality

Einstein said, "Those who take everything with a grain of salt acquire a lot of salt.

Seeking to embrace the eternal nature of change is the manifestation of realizing spirit in harmony with Our perception. It is enlightenment of ideal nature within Our perceptive spiritual realities that constructs understanding-seeking without merely reflects Our ultimate search within.

Perfecting wisdom is applying this understanding to harmonize Life.

Understanding begins and ends in the Self. It is the realization of the illusion of separation. It is forgoing selfish desire and attachment to personal pleasure or gain. It is contentment, hope, trust and love that sustains harmonious Life.

Loss, purity, fate, morals, laws and beliefs are meaningless in perfected wisdom. There is no truth in strict, unwaivering enforcement. Progress and liberation are inevitable in the grand scheme of history. Everything happens for a reason.

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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Now and Forever

I might not be that warm, but I'm bright enough to see We must share what little light we try to keep when times seem darkest. Don't stare at me long, but don't fear holding me close forever- I may blind, but I won't burn you. Let's grow and shine together- let go of mistrusts past, forgive and heal, hold me with faith now and forever as We sail in cycles around the Universal sea of reality. We're learning and loving Ourselves all, now and forever, as surely as we breathe. Our concentrated, controlled breath is pure love, attuning mind to heart, bodies simple vessels of pure Being. We're still, still breathing together, now and forever- that Our heartbeat may keep that precious rhythm in time, harmonizing mind's elusive melodies as perfect ornaments to Our deepest Universal notion- We love Us.


-Dedicated to the love of my life, Laura Chiles

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Observing The End of Times

Waiting for the end of times—No thing slows—
Our Fate-Our Friends—We shall not choose—but That
Must make no mistake—For That Thou Art We never Know—
That We make choice—To fill the space between

The Ons and Offs We make of It—To play—
Eternally turning them from Us—and Thou
In disgusting discussion—Some should say—
What would be the point of wandering

Should they say We were wrong to care so much
Of questions they could not answer—for What—
would Life matter if not for wondering

About a universe of splendor—Here and Now—
About losing all the ifs ands or buts
Around Our shared source—that We become Art

Together—divided no more Our own—


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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Why

should We be so seperate, you and me?
Lost in thought, as the present escapes Us;
Our past is here but here comes the future
Imagination; a preview of life's coming attraction.

Though We may never know how,
We are Our own creature
Of love, and light, let Us be, the best action.

Lest We bow to Our ego,
Though Our bodies We must go,
should We construct a disparate faction?

My mind is all yours, should you want it;
For We want yours, as the sea wants the shores,
Waves of ebb and flow, We must know
One another, from the edge to the center;

That Our heart is the only constant.

-Dick Einstein, October 2010


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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The elucidation of sorrow

Written by Dick Einstein
for a UT fiction class

Click. Gasp. I need to be in class in less than an hour. I flick on the light rushing into the bathroom, my face first catching my fuzzy vision through dilating eyes. My curls fall like vines below my ears before I fluff them up. Coming into focus, my eyes look foggy and dull from days of sloth. My smile is hidden behind a haze of dazing about with him. Just then, he rolls over in bed, so I shut the door.
Minutes later I’m ready to leave all this behind, if only for a few hours. Toast in my mouth, bag hanging from my elbow, I lock the door behind me, hoping he’ll get out to do something today.

Thud. Click. “Shit!” I snap awake, alone. “Stupid cunt,” I gasp, rubbing my throbbing head. “Olivia, what are you doing babe? Come back to bed!” Stumbling into the bathroom, I don’t trip over that sundress I love taking off of her, and wonder if maybe she’s finally tired of me. Noticing her makeup, I feel reassured that she hasn’t left me yet. I splash water on my face, and my eyes shut under the sun’s bright white light. Why does she always open these damn shades? I close them, light up a cigarette and wander into the kitchen, squinting at my phone. No calls all weekend, and how lovely it was! I don’t think I’ve ever been so lucky.
Sipping coffee, dragging my cigarette, I prepare a little rail to begin my day. Maybe this will get rid of this God-awful headache. My eyes water and my throat burns as I knock my head back under the force of a mighty snort, and the usual discomfort soon gives way to normality, or something like that.
Instead of down, I’m up and ready for breakfast. Orange juice, two fried eggs, bacon, toast and a bowl of yogurt and granola later, I’m rolling yet another cigarette and find my eyes have adjusted enough to enjoy the light of the balcony. The street below is crowded with people going about their day. I don’t recognize anyone, but then again, how should I when they all look like ants? I wonder what kinds of nonsense they’ll be getting into today, and I flick the butt over the rail into the world below before returning to safety.
It’s 9:04, and I still have nothing to do. Perfect… not that anyone would call me anyway. My best friend is my dealer, and he’s only interested in my money, just like anyone else. As long as I’m sitting, staring at this machine, I may as well ask the oracle what’s new. I check my e-mail, but the junk clutters me, so I decide to stumble; nope, nope… nope. News? War still, crime is up, and more corrupt politicians. I’ve always wondered why we call it new. The same shit’s always happening, and none of it good. What’s the point? I crawl back into bed, curl up and wonder when she’ll be back.

I like this painting, but don’t feel like it’s done. I’ve hit a wall, so I take a step outside for a smoke break. The air is crisp, and a breeze makes my hair swirl about my face as I make fire and take a deep breath. My lungs expand, and contract as I slowly exhale, and again, again, into infinity.
“Olivia,” his soft, cool voice snaps my attention away from my meditation, and his smile makes me blush. I’m not sure what to say and almost choke on my smoke.
“Hey Charlie,” I stammer and manage to continue, “How have you been?”
“Groovy, thanks. I graduate in a few weeks! How’s Eric?”
I look down at his feet, and I can tell he knows what I’m thinking. Peeking back up at his curious face, though, I think he’s actually oblivious, probably been too busy with life to notice. “Oh, he’s just great!” I lie.
“Glad to hear it! Of course, he didn’t take the death of his parents well; that’s why I ask…” he explains coldly. His bright eyes flicker with every kind of emotion imaginable, and I wonder what it is he’s getting at.
“Well, I’ve got to get back to my studio. I’ll be graduating soon as well! I’ve got so much to do before then though, it’s overwhelming. It was good to see you!” His eyes burn into the back of my head as I turn to go inside, running from the discomfort. Of course, he didn’t care to ask how I’m doing.
Back in the studio, that stupid painting just mocks me, so I decide to call it a day. I need to see if he’s okay. I’d bet he’s still asleep though. The ride back isn’t so long, but my mind is racing the entire time. I don’t know exactly what I’m doing, or why. It just sort of happens, and I’m home, sweating, tired and frantic. I wonder about my parents briefly, in anxiety, climbing the stairs up to the little cell we call home. There’s no need to rush, I think to myself but can’t quite convince my gut to settle down. That worry knot has become normal lately, especially at the apartment’s threshold, everyday, when I realize he’s still wasting away here.
I step over his shoes, smell bacon, but find nothing except a greasy pan and him in the fetal position, in bed, as expected. I make lunch and curl up on the balcony with a bowl, a good book and another smoke, hopelessly waiting for him to emerge from his stupor.

When I awake, I find my headache is worse than ever. I close my eyes again, but a family photo is seared into my eyelids, so I jump up, nearly stubbing my toe as I reach desperately for painkillers. Who am I kidding? These haven’t helped for years. I just wish I could go to sleep forever. If she’s back, I can try.
Her little smile wakes me up a bit, finding her enjoying the warmth of the cozy balcony. “What are you reading?”
“The Stranger; some French book. How did you sleep?” she replies, clearly forcing it.
“Okay, until I heard you slam the door on the way out this morning! My headaches are back…” I complain.
“Well, that’s not my fault! You’re the one who’s been greedy lately; you know how too much of that junk does you. You should try sharing more.”
“You’re always so busy; you hardly seem to want any. You’re better off without it anyway.”
“Don’t tell me what’s good for me. I’ll do what I like.”
“Okay, sorry, I’ll share if you want, but first, me.” He grabs the belt, a syringe, spoon, and his little vial. In minutes, he hands me the syringe with the beautiful, murky substance ready to go as he tightens the belt around his arm.
“I’ve never seen this much, Charlie. Are you sure?”
“I’ll do what I like. Trust me. That’s what we have the OD box for anyway.” He reassures me, exposing his vein like a fleshy, bruised fruit. His finger marks the spot, and I plunge in carefully, watching the brown liquid drain the color from his face. Losing his bright eyes as they sink into the ghost that was his face, my heart races wondering if we’ve made a mistake. He falls over, and I’m paralyzed.
When I can finally reach for the phone, I can’t tell if he’s breathing or not. I can’t do it. I don’t know why he thought I would. I can’t because this might be my chance. The voice on the other end of the phone sounds faint and unreal, and my voice cracks as tears begin streaming down my face. I can’t stand it; I drop the phone and rush over to his cold body. I cry for a minute before packing my things.
And I’m gone, again, alone.


Baby Einstein signing off. Thanks for reading!