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Waking Life
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i have felt the deep knowing in my soul that burns hot in rays
of streaming light
i open it up and pour it out for nothing
for NOTHING
because it is only for me i shine
i shine not to create Light but because
I AM LIGHT
it is the nature of my nature
clouds are not clouds to cloud light
clouds are thoughts and clouds because they are - thought.
no conflict. coexistence. this light shines. raise high enough and getting rid of clouds is no longer needed to see light they fall far below.
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we float thru this existence with such intensity put into retaining the illusion containing our awareness so much effort expelled just to simply keep up the Lie of Limitation
(all to experience!)
[life is an ever-liquid shape gyrating in the Great Mind's fingertips]
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i feel the overwhelming surge of stupidity rising.
this endless self-dialogue of emotional surveying.
it will solve nothing.
it creates a thought that clogs. unclogging is removing
this SAME THOUGHT.
makin shit dirty so you can clean it.
All is done from Love. where you lookin from?
RETURN TO THE GROUND. TO THE DIRT. HERE IS
TRUTH
and
RECEIVE THE PRESENT
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got a beautifull taste of an old social routine...watching the drifters impart wisdom they do not know they speak. listening for wind in trees whispering truth like a bird without a beak. the peak pinnacle of the acme of redundant recordings these people lost in loopholes of ephemera. something anything is constant nothing. saw your fuckin cards so i know youre bluffing. so i cheat. so do you. muaahaa the game unlimited beings must play to remain in the inner limits of a space that has no outer. the user interface of a god. simple facade. what can you do?
ANYTHING.
draw a self-portrait. build a house. create your vehicle and then depart on the stupidest mission to ever hit the screen. SPLAT.
redundancy is the word of the (yester)day.
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this page is still blank
to my eyes who are now, then
eyed only seen from when
no words yet existed
except the ones claiming their own non-existence
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do you long for the eternities
that are born thrive and collapse
every time you blink your eyes?
infinities pass in front of you
while you wet your perceivers to focus once again
on the outcome of an improbable answer to the empty question.
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i walk. i can do the impossible.
i am doing. (----the impossible!
to be possible! to be undone.
to be born is to be undone.
to be is to be undone. incomplete until never.
draw another drink for you will never quench.
NEVER.
keep breaking. IT listens. do not wait for yourSelf.
sip at thoughts such as these
hymnal fabric on my knees
these are prayer pants
sewn or sown? i reap.
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as all things wilt and are changed by their own progression so will you change the seat upon which truth sits. nothing lies out of your twisted gnarl of locks tied drenched in knots. think upon this and it shall set itself free. it is all property of the Great Zero humming swiftly the tune of dirt pouring down hillsides. the sweet hum of an avalanche. although dirt can only bury. it can never be buried. to cover yourself is only pretense. halloween. nobody laughs. nobody believes.
welcome to Plane Polarity for Reality's sake.
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Fig Fog
food twists little grommets of sustainment
holding life to the support beams
refill
what a fuckin weird day - floating on
this huge cloud of exhaust(ion).....choke
thank god for figs and cigarettes
twisted ligaments in odd predicaments
mentadented filaments of fermented exuberance
riding the fig-fog snarled at by guard dogs
floating full circle
the sunshine deep purple
lost in aMAZEment
cubic containment of mental arraignment
spinning the soft shoulder
constant reversal of coming full circle
bounce off the limestone
smash your face
bleed drip dry
then look up in my sky
eat what you find there
lif(d)e(ath)
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the haunting of Love
light from above
taunts and it twists me
till im partially tipsy
the Point is no person
just matter dispersin'
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imperfection misdirection
incessant inception of insurrection
simple affection direct erection
can cause perplexion or flat rejection
YOU
that which is Not
Peace found in a Re-flection
I Love You
poetry of songs and thoughts in forests and eyes in head words in patterns are lines in swirls are lives in mid process
sweet taste
add it up any way you like
but unfailingly you will reach infinity
the answer will all-ways be the Same
force and resistance, is what this entire process of life is about. the universe (as we understand it) "began" this life cycle, at a total core, a completely FULL state, everything in absolute total mass, complete fullness, and somehow exploded from that point, and it was like the "first" breath (not really first, not really last, not even in the middle, just an eternal continuation). a breath, exhalation, expansion, and everything continues to be pushed out and farther away and out and out it goes...so this expansion happens, and things go out, and it will collapse eventually as well, it will take it's giant breath in, and it will all "end" as we Know it...and begin again and again and again....
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The moment is all-ways the same, because it's infinite, it's all-ways changing. That even though that 'feeling' of the moment, "Total Elation", seems to be familiar or something ive experienced before, it's all-ways new and different. ^*(!%!^@!!! There's no stability whatsoever, in this Infiniteness. But it is total-ly stable, 0 a perfect circle, there's nothing NEW (as in something being "added" - its all all-ways been happening) its the same as its always been and will be, but i go thru It-All experiencing an unfolding of an ETERNAL SPIRAL outwards. Right HERE all of it "begins" over and over but nothing is quite adequate to describe it...= No thing is the only "thing" adequate to describe it. The absence of any definition is the closest you could get...a paradox wraps back around and meets itself.
how is it that emptiness and fullness are the same? because there's nothing to measure in either of them - because if there was total emptiness, there would be nothing to compare something to, and if there was total fullness, there'd be no point where IT stopped (whatever IT is) in order to differentiate two things to compare.
No reason to get any more attached to the happiness that you feel than to the sadness, no reason to be happy that you are happy, because it too shall pass. objectivity (whatever that means), non-attachment to IT-ALL, Knowing God and completely disregarding God are esentially the same - - - "forget what you Know, forget what you think you Know" is esentially the same as BEING PURE/TOTAL/COMPLETE KNOWLEDGE: it's the I_N_D_E_C_I_S_E_I_V_E_N_E_S_S that keeps us in/out, that keeps us gyrating, going from light to darkness, that keeps LIFE un-full-filled.
AS LONG AS THERE IS A HEAVEN, THERE WILL ALSO BE A HELL - AND AS LONG AS I DESIRE TO BE IN HEAVEN, I WILL BE EXISTING IN HELL
whatever place/thing i desire, by wanting to get "there", I place it somewhere other than where I ALREADY AM. by desiring nothing, I obtain/attain IT-ALL = i REALize i am Already Here.
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i had a bautiful moment the other day, watching the sunset over the ocean, which is intensely beautiful because the amount of water is so dramatic, and the windswept trees and everything is surreal. i saw how old the ocean was, and how long the sun had been around, i _felt_ it, and Knew it, and Knew that me and the sun were just the same functioning _thing_ that is all of creation.
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Refutation?
A proclamation at refutation
In this congregation of organization
Mutation is my station
Transportation thru conversation
Thru places in nations
And places i stay in
The face of Creation
Thru keen observation
A transformation, of population
Subordination?
Change the station
Fermentation of information
A gross mistaken overstatement has now been
overtaken
Thru glorification of immortalization
A perfection of Patience
Like those of the Ancients
Thru concentration
or meditation...
No spot to place it
no thoughts can face it
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but who are you? I am everything I speak only
what you already know - can you feel me on your face,
the
breeze in the rain? no matter where you go, I am
always right here. Yeah, that's nice, and
'heavenly' and all, but I go back to this world
now.
Back to the place of idols and insults, bibles
and
pencils. Ill go run away from you some more with
discomfort, pain, 'separation', and 'loss'. But
I
am there too. I am your windchime. I am both the
rain on your face and the sensation of rain. I
am
both aware, and awareness. I cannot escape you!
I
can be with you everywhere, and at all times!
Will
you come back and talk with me often? back
inside
with you, I am only a voice in your head.
i walk with you wherever you are, i stay even when
you do not Know,
I AM always with You.
thank you for always BEing with Me.
(*shivers*)
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"unscrew the locks from the doors!
unscrew the doors from their jambs!
whoever degrades another degrades me. . . and whatever is done or said returns at last to me,
and whatever i do or say i also return.
through me the afflatus surging and surging. . . through me the current and index.
. . . .
all truths wait in all things,
they neither hasten their own delivery or resist it,
they do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon,
the insignificant is as big to me as any,
what is less or more than a touch?"
oh theres no words to capture this...ill just take my glass, and dip it in, and then slowly pour it back out, just to see the Merge one more time....thats what all these words are, just boxing it up to go, 'hey there's the Infinite! all nice in a little box!' and then let Her free again, pour S/He/It back into the river .....
so here i pour it out
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"for the good man to realize
that it is better to be whole
than to be good
is to enter on a strait and narrow path
compared to which his previous rectitude
was flowery license"
-john murry
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"Fynn, that's the difference. You see, everybody has got a point of view, but Mister God hasn't. Mister God has only points to view."
...What was this child up to? What had she done? In the first place, God could finish things off, I couldn't. I'll accept that, but what did it mean? It seemed to me that she had taken the whole idea of God outside the limitation of time and placed him firmly in the realm of eternity.
What about this difference between a point of view and points to view? This stumped me, but a little further questioning cleared up the mystery. She meant viewing points. The second salvo had been fired. Humanity in general had an infinite number of viewing points. When I put it to her this way and asked if that was what she meant, she nodded her agreement and then waited to see if i enjoyed the taste. Let me see now. Humanity has an infinite number of points of view. God has an infinite number of viewing points. That means that---God is everywhere. I jumped.
Anna burst into peals of laughter. "You see," she said, "you see?" I did, too.
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...there is another way: to listen. I don't mean you have to agree with what I am saying. That wouldn't be listening. Believe me, it really doesn't matter whether you agree with what i am saying or you don't. Because agreement and disagreement have to do with words and concepts and theories. They don't have anything to do with truth. Truth is never expressed in words. Truth is sighted suddenly as a result of a certain attitude. So you could be disagreeing with me and still sight truth. But there has to be an attitude of openness, of willingness to discover something new. That's important, not your agreeing with me or disagreeing with me. After all, most of what I'm giving you is really theories. No theory accurately covers reality. So i can speak to you, not of the truth, but of obstacles to the truth. Those I can describe, I cannot describe the truth. No one can. All i can do is give you a description of your falsheoods so you can drop them. All I can do for you is challenge your beliefs and belief system that makes you unhappy. All i can do for you is help you to unlearn. That's what learning is all about where
(((((((((((spirituality))))))))))))
is concerned; unlearning, unlearning almost everything you've been taught. A willingness to unlearn, to listen.
Are you listening, as most people do, in order to confirm what you already think? Observe your reactions as I talk. Frequently you'll be startled or shocked or scandalized or irritated or annoyed or frustrated. Or you'll be saying, "Great!" ...
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"A thousand years is but an instant. There's nothing new, nothing different. Same pattern, over and over. The same clouds, the same music, the same as I felt an hour or an eternity ago. There's nothing here for me now, nothing at all. Now I remember, this happened to me before, this is why I left. You have begun to find your answers. Although it will seem difficult, the rewards will be great. Exercise your human mind as fully as possible, knowing that it is only an exercise. Build beautiful artifacts, solve problems, explore the secrets of the physical universe, savor the input from all the senses, feel the joy, and sorrow, the laughter, the empathy, compassion, and tuck these emotional memories in your travel bag. I remember where I came from, and how I became a human, why I hung around. And now, my final departure schedule: this way out, escaping velocity, not just eternity, but infinity."
-Waking Life, A film by Richard Linklater
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"The improviser can never know what he is doing, where he is going, because it would close off the unknown, the improvisational future. He must remain entirely in the moment, where the form is being built, unstable from moment to moment, in disequilibrium, a process ever unfinished. What he is doing reveals its meaning only in the future, but it has to be acted out in a past that did not as yet posess a sense of it."
"The time is ripe for a turn whenever newly accessible experience can no longer be described by means of the tools currently given."
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