Throw it away

As I expected,

so I collected.

Endless extension of fearless intention.

All of creation in premeditation

dancing in trances of chance circumstances.

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Have I been selected to feel so connected?

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Alone and dejected.

Unperfected.

Neglected.

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Reflected,

I stand self corrected-

with my head recollected,

I’m now unaffected.

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Feel myself becoming whole

upon releasing my control.

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Never doubt life is about to be found all around contained in a sound so clearly profound that’s slowly unwound

shaking the ground.

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Watch it surround me, change, and astound me.

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Like a mankind struck blind,

all we find’s in our mind.

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Contemplations in captivation and concentration on computations,

calculations of the constellations are confirmations of these correlations.

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Sitting in silence,

my life is a quest to find you.

Inspections at intersections

I expect to all connect.

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A stillness in stone seeking any sensation suggesting circulation.

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Destiny’s dependent on me finding a key

setting us free.

As we begin to know from within nothing we’ve ever done was a sin.

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In our hopeless displays of inner decay,

we’re led so astray by what we obey.

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Try not to hide what you feel inside.

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Like we are denied a person beside us to

show us the way,

bring us the day,

and make it okay

to throw it away.

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Teach me to pray

whatever your way.

Learning to pray

by giving away.

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Love lifts lives us

like lucky livers losing loads.

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Float home in that zone.

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Alone we are one.

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Gone.

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Done.

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-R y(un)

so I collected.

Endless extension of fearless intention.

All of creation in premeditation.

Dancing in trances of chance circumstances.

Have I been selected to feel so connected?

Alone and dejected.

Unperfected.

Neglected.

Reflected,

I stand self corrected-

with my head recollected,

I’m now unaffected.

Feel myself becoming whole

upon releasing my control.

Never doubt life is about to be found all around contained in a sound so clearly profound that’s slowly unwound.

Shaking the ground.

Watch it surround me, change, and astound me.

Like a mankind struck blind,

all we find’s in our mind.

Contemplations in captivation and concentration on computations.

Calculations of the constellations are confirmations of these correlations.

Destiny dependent on me finding a key.

Setting us free.

As we begin to know from within nothing we’ve ever done was a sin.

Our hopeless displays of inner decay.

Led so astray by what we obey.

Try not to hide what you feel inside

Like we are denied a person beside us to

show us the way,

bring us the day,

and make it okay

to throw it away.

Teach me to pray

whatever your way.

Learning to pray

by giving away.

The Visitors

There will always be 3

Love under will

Blessed be

Yonder ponder

Singleton-
hiding in the trees
with his animal divination.
Space at the beginning of creation.
The midnight season.
Find that man Music.

How many trees would we like to keep for infinity?
Is the space even real in our relationship,
or are we just expanding this point of consciousness?

The human race is a great big fucking vagina.

A little smoke is a handsome phantom.

When one does not see what one does not see,
one does not see one is blind.

The tapestry of a radiant life
enclosed in a wilderness-
this bloody witness.

In place of a circle, try a spiral
and smile.

Find a quite spot to meditate,
and you will slowly begin to resonate.

Focus on the spirit to manifest the light.

Your karma exists
in the collective unconsciousness.
Control the waves coming from your brain,
and watch it’s effect begin to wane.

Reduce your scars by matching the skin layers at an even height
after you’ve cut out everything holding you so tenderly.

Your love is a programmed attack sequence
with a gated trust and a candid documentary.
You can change the past by changing your focus.

I am in a learning mode,
but what choice is there?

Maybe they are here to watch us go.

White Zen

This energy within me
holding me
exploding me
shaping me
flexing my fists at the darkening corners of my little cave
What’s inside of me
is breaking up
and coming loose in all directions.
Flying again
through this darkness.
Reaching out
touching nothing
and no one.
Disintegration.
This awakening.
This darkness.
Homeless.
Alone.
The light
in this cold and darkened night,
I am.

Dawn

Life enters
as a breath.
One more winter
of death.
Climbing down
the evergreen,
one more summer can be seen.

Wonderland

Finding my serenity
reflected in infinity.
Sensing it’s divinity-
intense in it’s immensity.
Feeling every grain of sand
in this wonderland

Our song

In your life
has anyone touched you inside?
Living in a dream of a moment it seems
that you’ve touched mine.

So far away
I’m looking right into your eyes
in space and in time in a place in my mind,
and it seems we ignored all the signs.

I still believe in you.
My heart tells me it’s true
that I’ve always loved you
in so many things we’ve been through,
because it’s been so long-
and this is our song.

Laying here at night
I remember laying with you.
We’re so far apart dreaming of a fresh start
and you’ve already taken my heart

I still believe in you
My heart tells me it’s true
that I’ve always loved you
in so many things we’ve been through,
because it’s been so long-
and this is our song.

Song of songs

Realizing I am powerless;
unable to even write these words,
together we notice their beauty.
Yea, this is not my handwriting,
it is a pattern in the circulation
of our collective consciousness.
Nothing I can say is true in the light of awareness
where I is the creation of movement.
With the sunrise in the East,
life enters as a breath upon us.
Time and space together like a great river
carry our weight.
Sensing neither beginning nor ending
save to that which our mind has created,
our names, dates, and lessons
have each dissolved into an eternity
of this seamless vision.
The question of who I am is senseless
when there is no one there to ask the question.
Where is the surface of myself
when without the sun in the sky
there is no me?
Hidden behind every tree
and under every stone,
is the gift of the infinite present.

Change being constant
and constant being change,
attachment is noticed and then forgotten
as the sun dies in supernova.
This pile
this landfill
this man-hill
is a notion.
Without meaning-
without a direction,
this is like a dream
with persistent interruptions.
From a spacecraft,
we are colors on a rock
fighting for survival.
Vigor in code.
Sing.

Sing your song, and give thanks
for the awareness
of your life.

Unknown

I get so lonely
looking at the stars-
using all my instincts
to find out where you are.
Can you feel me calling;
holding up a flame?
I’ve seen you in my dreams,
but you didn’t say your name.
I purify my body;
I’ll be here when you come.
Whistling through the silence
I thought would make me numb.
If I seem a stranger,
or am otherwise unknown,
look for me at twilight
waiting here
alone.

Through the Moonlight

The only thing that is real
is eternal.
We don’t just wash away.
Everything that has ever been
has made it possible
for us to be here today.
My love for you is never ending,
even though I may have to send it
through the moonlight tonight.
You know I am waiting for you,
and I am counting the days
until we can disintegrate.
.
Underneath the waves,
there’s a person
without a place.
Let your surface float about.
Be at peace in this space.
.
We are all in relation,
and there is absolutely no such thing as space or time.
Just the two of us-
male and female,
and our relation
to the energy between our minds.
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Can you not feel me when I think about you?
I get so lost some times.
I sense you intertwined.
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I smell your essence.
Your little habits.
True,
when I want you,
I look inside myself for you.