I am a mirror in which the universe sees itself.
(23 June 2019)
I am a mirror in which the universe sees itself.
(23 June 2019)
this image of me in constant fear of itself — stupid illusion this identity changing and changing again — missing irony questioning the whole is this me or is this not — hide and seek, the game body, emotions desires, ideals and more — anything but none what are the symbols through which the seeing is done — a silent question
I could tell you I cannot say, if that helps you in any way. I just don't know.
calm and beautiful is a movie of the I — watching the watching muddy and troubled is a mind confused with I — fear of being lost a lost perception is regained with memory — one moment away quiet and silent is the act of seeing it — one process, just one a life as a play is seen by an empty mind — movie director
I, the poet, a wizard, shall define my craft: (Chapter One) What is this ? These words that I'm writing, what are they ? What is their meaning ? What are they describing ? Where are they coming from ? (Chapter Two) Voices and symbols. Images. Thoughts. Spells. One might call them as one wishes. But is one aware of them ? Or is one one with them ? Can the distinction be made and seen ? Can one see beyond one's five senses ? Can one notice the subtle movement of life ? (Chapter Three) There is sadness, grief, struggle, fight, anger, pain, suffering, fear, oh yes, fear, conflict in one's mind. And one's mind is everyone's mind. One mind. One can accept or one can refuse to look at oneself. Psychological battle between one's self and one's life. (Chapter Four) What is this energy that is felt, that is power, that is joy, that is left inside one's being ? What is the energy that is present when one has no more energy to live or do anything ? What is the energy that brings enjoyment in the torrent of depression ? (Chapter Five) Importance, this mighty word, is the difference between what one does and what one does not. Importance is the difference between what the world is and what the world is not. It makes all the difference to see the importance of giving importance. (Chapter Six) What is the role of a poet ? What is that world in which the poet will have his role ? Is it simple ? Is the world simple ? Is it easy ? Is the world easy ? Simple and easy... such weird words to describe a world. Why do we see it this way ? Why do we fail to comprehend the complexity and austerity of what we call world ? Is it that one intentionally ignores what one does not like seeing ? Is it pain and fear of pain that one tries to avoid ? So what is the role of a poet ? (Chapter Seven) Stories... As long as one remembers there are stories. All one remembers are stories. Stories and characters... inextricably linked. What is the story one tells of oneself ? What is the character one plays in one's life ? Is it the hero ? Is it the HERO ? Then what is one's life ? (Chapter Eight) The joy of being. The joy of being. BEING ! Does one feel that joy ? Or is one caught in routine, in monotony, in repeating one's days, one's years, one's life choices ? Does one love the world ? Or does one ignore it ? Does one love one's life ? Or does one ignore it ? One shall BE the hero of one's story, a story of beauty, beauty of living. (Chapter Nine) Words... Symbols... Spells... spoken by voices inside one's mind. Thoughts. One can listen. They enchant one's life. They create one's life. Can one see them ? Can one choose them ? Fear... of making the wrong choices. Learning and growing... making the right choices. One can choose the spells one uses on oneself. Lets choose wisely ! (Chapter Ten) That energy of being, of oneness, of nothingness... Can one feel it ? Can one die one moment and be reborn the next moment ? Can one gather energy out of nothing ? Can one feel the exuberance hidden in the space between things ? If one does, what is one afraid of ? Can one be a hero beyond time ? One shall be such a hero. (Chapter Eleven) We need better spells. We need better stories. We need to create beauty. Better armors. Better weapons. Better warriors. Better emotions. We need to fight better. Better wizards. Better solutions for a better world. Lets enjoy the battle between old and new ! Lets enjoy being ! (Chapter Twelve) So... what is the role of a poet in a world of magic ? Someone has to write the spells, don't they ? Symbols of life, of growth, of learning, of healing, of being. Symbols of one and all of us, the whole humanity. One epic battle of transcendence. One story of beauty, one poetry. Whole Epic Poetry. Wholepicoetry. Lets begin !
If you knew how powerful the word is, you would be more careful. You are playing with fire, a fire that burns beyond time. It feels so unreal, yet, so true, so subtle, yet, so obvious. The magic is real ! Misunderstood.
What is meaning ? Answer ! And watch your answer screaming: Incomplete ! But take a seat ! And try to complete that answer ! What is meaning ? What is it pointing to ? Every action that you do. Every moment that you face. Every object, single space. Every other, single you. What is it pointing to ? Could it be... ? Could everything signify... Me ? But what is me ? Or what is I ? What is the eye that can see ? Is it me ? Could it be... ? Me ?
While visiting a village museum:
taking the same steps exploring the world again the cycle of life discovering the same paths building new upon the old
(2 September 2018)
While thinking about learning:
beauty comes through change continuous change and growth world of multitudes every human, every life such a complex abundance
(25 August 2018)
While thinking about imagination:
our body doesn't know what is thought and what is not imagination through internet we now share limitless experience
(3 August 2018)
While inquiring into the theory of A-field:
where is knowledge stored inside or outside of brain organic wifi knowledge, dreams, intuition are accessed in the same way
(21 July 2018)
While analyzing the theory of A-field:
infinite knowledge locally accessed through brain theory of mind states of consciousness translate to brain configurations
(19 July 2018)
While reading a book on scientific paradigms:
old theories fall as new theories emerge conscious believer between knowledge and chaos there lies fear and resentment
(17 July 2018)
While thinking about the structure of reality:
how one sees oneself how one sees the outside world paradigms of mind one understands them, but still one forgets and is confused
(14 July 2018)
The it plays the I. Oh! Marvelous acting ! It starts with a lie. A play of reacting to myself. I am. I want. I do. Is it right ? Is it me ? Two perspectives. Both true. I see and I agree with myself. Distinction from the whole. Signify me, my world ! The I must have this role. Life will grow and unfold out of myself. Many levels of thought. All signifiers, I see ! One makes sense, one does not. It is all about me and myself.
We, the I, are the world. Perfect as it is, in full complexity, from all its degrees, with same intensity our world emerges. Lacking the power, as naively desired, while perceived as sour, with all limits required our life emerges. And here we are ! And here I am ! I see ourselves as everything else. We think of myself as nothing else. How true I both are ! From different levels, different dimensions, from different minds and different perceptions, we, I, see the world... But what do we see ? Do I see thought, do I see emotion ? Do I see senses, or the full motion of my whole perception ? Do I see its direction ? We, the I, can die. I, as we, will not. There is no trace of doubt the finite will die. The question is about who, what is the I. Body, soul, perception. Infinite intention of being. Am I not ? Matter or energy. Spirit or memory. Process or nobody. Or pure infinity. Every thought and every feeling. Everything that is revealing. Everything that will be not. Everything that we forgot. Every thing. In the end, one question will remain: What is our intention ? What will I contain ?