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I am that I am, and all my thoughts is all to be, and what I see with this I take and transmute into art... it is the gold, and the form of my higher muse. I've woken to the alarm of no- time and in this space I've come to realize that I have not left the dream simply have woken to a new perspective of the same reality. Art is the magic, art is the syntax that I use to re-write the program, art is neither in nor out it resides on the borderline of what is, and plays with the idea of what isn’t. Through balance and great use of knowledge and a touch of understanding I’ve come to manifest light onto the path I have been unconsciously paving and all that is left is the dance. ART IN ALL' ALL IN ART'Shall I fly over the mountain of hope to the dance floor of abundant possibilities and never give into density of title and question.


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pearls of the living mar

“Unless you turn back and become children you cannot enter the Kingdom of Heaven “Matt .13

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand;
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries
of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

If you want to know the past, to know what has caused you, look at yourself in the present, for that is the past’s effect. If you want to know your future, then look at yourself in the present, for that is the cause of the future.
-Majjhima Nikaya

Compassion is the willingness to play in the field of dreams even though you are awake.
-Matthew Flickstein

Meditation is running into reality. It does not insulate you from the pain of life. It allows you to delve so deeply into life and all its aspects that you pierce the pain barrier and go beyond suffering.
-Bhante Henepola Gunaratana


And there I was at the midst
Mid of my mind set magnetic pull of my own existence wasting here in this burnt out and discarded age of tactful digital rubbish as my lips spin beats of indigenous feats i am that iam to whatever your perception may lead on of my many eyes

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Eye AChe NO more!

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by ... read more
Sat, June 16, 2007 - 1:38 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
trusting in this commune i now give myself to the word of nature to allow the truth through me to flood out the light that dispels all blindness to awaken the fellow soul in a trivial game called life so jump to howdy human role of drama peacing space for minds of time unholy paradigm burning to be real within the eternal seal of my heart is a flame single and stll smokeless and feircely pure throughout all drifting illusions oh ma of webistry everything about this existence is ellusive and ... read more
Sat, June 16, 2007 - 12:05 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
The Children of the Night

DEAR friends, reproach me not for what I do,
Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say
That I am wearing half my life away
For bubble-work that only fools pursue.

And if my bubbles be too small for you,
Blow bigger then your own: the games we play
To fill the frittered minutes of a day,
Good glasses are to read the spirit through.

And whose reads may get him some shrewd skill;
And some unprofitable scorn resign,
To praise the very thing that he deplores;... read more
Wed, March 7, 2007 - 12:53 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
Until the 20th century, reality was everything humans could touch, smell, see, and hear. Since the initial publication of the charted electromagnetic spectrum, humans have learned that what they can touch, smell, see, and hear is less than one millionth of reality. echoes the drone........
Fri, September 8, 2006 - 2:48 AM permalink - 0 comments
 
" I stick my finger into existence - it smells of nothing?
where am I? What is this thing called the world?" kierk.

"being is what it is ... the being of for-itself is defined, on the contrary, as being what it is not and not being what it is ...
is that non being be a perpetual presense in us and outside of us, that nothingness haunts being."
ssizzling sartre

> burning age of philosophy ! I am but a a drop in the storm of poetry and so a flux upon the universe of art
countin... read more
Fri, April 14, 2006 - 6:08 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
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