paddling paddling paddling long up that cold old rapid river battling against that futile tide drowning in the essence I used to call me surrounded by bottomless time whirlpools pulling me thereunder dark clouds clapping thunder I have been killed but set free in an odd sort of harmony floating downstream dead and lifeless flowing … Continue reading paddling
fathoming the idea we go on after living as this invisible essence called soul amid no proof of its existence brings one to observing he can say with certainly 'I am,,,' that his entire experience of what he believes real depends upon his five senses that he will discover his living essence is comprised of … Continue reading fathom
shall we wonder how our lives would have been had we taken another path? is it our opinion the right or wrong road is such? are we certain who decides our own growth? have we not received what we bargained for? isn't where we are right now where we ought to be whether it seems … Continue reading shall we
the drunkard captured God's universe from zero all those pretty little stars in a glass jar his illusion in consciousness keeping no tangible store sitting in that air-conditioned bar invisibility we know is there yet we sleep and slumber where? in wakefulness my fellows sit on rows of stools in denial tipping glasses with jingling … Continue reading from nothing
as years go by I sigh and roll my eyes... I look back in my mind and it seems these years fleeted at the speed of light. one begins noticing others who are younger, the same age and older passing away right before his eyes. he has reached that age where he can no longer … Continue reading gratis
where does sleep and wakefulness dwell? both have no form except that we can tell the difference between the two. we sleep we wake we live until we find ourselves within the mystery of death itself where the silent gong of church-bells ring and a holy wind sings carrying our soul nevermore.
the last face I see all the faces I ever saw become one in the human mirror I became you and you became me mixed in the middle of the mortal sea life has punished life has rewarded whatever one sees another sees not for the horse then became the beloved lost Unicorn in the … Continue reading Unicorn
who's floating over my head whirlwind of spiritual above my bed all understanding in total imagination given in celebration a renaissance of the running man stuck inside deep burning sand seagulls fly wild around invisible deliverance opening shut eyes.
wise old souls know this world inside out it doesn't belong to them anymore glad to turn the reigns of the unruly horse over to the young... elders sit watching the world go by... sun setting moon rising sun rising yet again season after season paging through their books of memories in the library of … Continue reading wise old souls
thinking something wrong needing improvement there is only the one in contemplation sameness of mind thoughts mislabeled It's OK the way we've become born from the same mold in acceptance of ourselves better examining as we walk in correct fashion.