staring into space

Unfocused and Unbound, staring, not seeing. There is a distant space that grabs at my attention, pulling my sight towards it; through my Eyes my Soul flows. Out, flying Out to meet my vision’s gravity, pulled out of Here and Now drawn to invisibility. My Eyes are magnetisized. Seeing, traveling so far out that I return through the back of my head. Always it is quicker to retrace the light years than pass through my mind. Inside is more distance than all of Outerspace, Innerspace is far more of a vacuum. So much empty area; floating, gently colliding and rebounding. A dark maze with but one end, down the rabbit hole to the fields by the river Illeism to the mountains against the stars, the land of frost and forest to the tip top where the still lake is a silent mirror. Up here there is no wind, up here the only sound is the sound you bring with you. Shout and the lake shatters the stars and you fall up to meet the broken pieces of the sky to fall back again to a plain surrounded by cliff walls. You awake to where you were all along, the Here and Now, only you have been absent, on a journey light years away to the edge of the universe where it bends back on itself and you ended up lost in your own mind and only just now retraced your steps.

“The Prison” A brief Review

Skin deep, no more
My spirit seeks, it doesnt soar
Ankle-chained to granite flesh

This was inspired by a short that ms. Gothiquefae wrote and shared with me. The piece was very emotional.

the Song the Soul the Poem

Poetry should be heard, spoken and understood. The cadence/rhythm of voice and tongue shapes the picture, Gives life and breath to the jumblePile of words. The poem takes its living seconds from the lungs of the poet speaking. Are you poet? Do you speak? Do you breath? on the Sixth day He created Man and shortly Man created Poem. He sang of Woman; of Growing things and Living things. Poem/Song took life from its creator. God breathed Man, Man breathed life to seconds of Song.

‘Course poetry can be read and understood just as well. If the reader goes at it with out a clue, no idea as to what he is to do with the flow or word list before him. What are these words? They speak to me so strangely. So strongly. I understand them but don’t understand why I understand. Its a subconscious thing, a mindless knowing, this silent awareness. Writer gave life to words, to representations of words and the idea of words. Gave life to this which gave life to a song/poem. The reader sees and the words infect/permeate swim in his mind. They arrange, rearrange themselves into twisted/pleasing configurations and pictures, into other thoughts and ideas and ideas of thoughts and thoughts of ideas. When Writer gives life to images of word, images of poem/song, he pours these into the windows of souls. Into my eyes come the assault of song/poem. Into my mind, willingly embraced, comes the flow of thought/idea. Mind to mind Writer speaks to reader, thought to idea, idea to thought. My eyes are open, my mind empty and waiting.

The devil (in) Man

I had a dream, day dream, that I was drunk and raving at a group of people. Shouting that they were nothing but failing bags of water and should spend less time pandering to the desires of their bodies and more time worrying about their souls. Which in a large part is true, people spend far too much energy and waste too much time on pleasing their skin bags then thinking about other things; However I will also say that we have to live in these skin bags and to care for them and to please them is not evil. I then started to shout at God and tell Him that this was all His fault, that He made Mankind, that He made the Devil and that the Devil was Man. I shouted that He would be better off just starting over. “Scratch that one Jesus, sorry about the Golgotha thing.” I ranted that we could no longer save ourselves, that we had gone too far and there was no turning back, we were doomed. In a way I suppose that is true. We, as a species, have gone to a far point with our technological developments, a point of no return. No longer will children grow up in America with the Idea of owning their own business; no more will families worry about moving their kids too much, after all we can keep in touch with people half-way ’round the globe; families period will be different, multiple parents will be the norm; Churches will change soon as well, we have already seen that with the advent of predominately homosexual congregations; our grandchildren’s freedoms will be less then we have now, its an alarming trend but more and more government controls are being seen; pollution will force an economic and technological change in the next 20 years; very few households are without a computer; everyone has access to the internet, secrets are increasingly hard to keep; news and television becomes more and more Interest controlled; most of America and her citezens are saved in bits and bytes on some computer… Point of no return. Still its not Doom as I said in my dream (day dream), its life and progress. However we need to be aware of what is going on around us, Ignorance is unforgivable (a sin), be aware of what we can do to make things better for ourselves, not for Future Generations, because nobody is motivated by such high ideals; “what is good for me is good for now” is our motto. We need to look at the beyond now though, because we will be living in the future at some point and that future needs to be as rosy as this present or better, preferably better. Then again it depends on your definition of good, of better. Most humanity is only interested in whats good for them, so “if it doesn’t bother me now it wont bother me latter and I can safely keep my head in the sand were it is warm and comfortable.” ‘warm and comfortable’… So many of us become just that, we are satisfied with life the way it is and care nothing for changing it, we have our needs met, our desires. Well at least as far as our house and food and job and kids are concerned. So then do we care more about our flesh and all its soft desires, or about our souls which will live on after the flesh? Socrates believed that we should abandon all else and pursue the enlightenment of the soul. Siddhārtha denied his body even food in the pursuit of enlightenment. So do we need to do this? Do we need to drop everything else and give over to meditation and contemplation? No. That is silly. We all have lives to live and things we wish to accomplish in this life, sitting under a tree for years is not one of them I’m sure. So the answer lies not in total devotion but in being aware, of at least knowing that there is more to life then the skin and bones you inhabit. You inhabit… We should all realize that our bodies are not us, just looking in a Mirror long enough will convince you (at least me). So if the flesh house is not us then what is us? A question that is a question in a question in a question, in short a quest, a “question quest.” That answer is not easy, nor easily come by. So in conclusion Man is the Devil and the Devil is in man, but the same is true for God.