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
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.
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.
trapped in consciousness understanding what it is... escape awareness bars of entrapment going outside gliding with wings looking back to what appears.
because we think we are, does that mean this is us? can we say we are owners of us? we may claim this conscious being we have assumed to be us is us. but, we know we did not create our own consciousness or imagination don't we? and, where did our consciousness originate, how was … Continue reading is this really us?
we drift in a turbulent sea in prayer calming these angriest of winds and waves over the horizon comes our vessel of salvation as we float in this spine chilling water in coming resurrection.
we believe what we see but there is more we don't where ones intuition must be trusted illuminating like soft glowing moonlight what lies in wait beyond the next darkened bend.