Sunday, May 6, 2018
Thursday, October 5, 2017
What you put your attention on grows!
The logical brain wants to demystify, the heart cannot. The balance is impossible to achieve. In the eternal quest to find the elusive meaning, years pass. The question remains. Is it even possible to find the answer? Information/facts/experience can be manipulated but can truth persist? How do we know its the truth?
Human experience with its many forms attaches meaning to people, things, experiences, circumstances, and God.Constantly trying to stay ahead, hiding its vulnerabilities behind what it attaches meaning to.If we bare it completely, then what?
Justifying, intellectually arguing, socially entangling itself that helps in keeping the veil but for how long? A point and the veil has to drop but then what?
Can the philosophy of one be true for another? Does it help or hinder?
The more you question the more questions come and the irony is you cannot live in oblivion or the questions seep out of your body into everything you have attached to.
In the two lives we live, one is drama but inside is truth, our truth.Unadulterated, expansive, ready to be demystified, can it be?
Human experience with its many forms attaches meaning to people, things, experiences, circumstances, and God.Constantly trying to stay ahead, hiding its vulnerabilities behind what it attaches meaning to.If we bare it completely, then what?
Justifying, intellectually arguing, socially entangling itself that helps in keeping the veil but for how long? A point and the veil has to drop but then what?
Can the philosophy of one be true for another? Does it help or hinder?
The more you question the more questions come and the irony is you cannot live in oblivion or the questions seep out of your body into everything you have attached to.
In the two lives we live, one is drama but inside is truth, our truth.Unadulterated, expansive, ready to be demystified, can it be?
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
What's it about?
It's about existing
It's about living
It's about figuring out
What's it really about
The dread of purposeless Messi's the most painful of all
Finding meaning and purpose is the most futile task
Tasting it once and eternally searching hence is the ultimate numbness
It's about living
It's about figuring out
What's it really about
The dread of purposeless Messi's the most painful of all
Finding meaning and purpose is the most futile task
Tasting it once and eternally searching hence is the ultimate numbness
Monday, May 18, 2009
That Bicycle
When I look at the cover of my journal... a bicycle lazily leaning on a storefront in a an old part of town reflecting the rich history and the unclaimed adventures...I want it to be me.Yes that bicycle is who I want to be.It seems to have seen and done a lot.I can imagine it lying on the side of a lake on a clear summer day with new grass smelling heavenly.Trees swaying gently making a soft smooth music a perfect backdrop for the deep laughter that fills the air.I can see those kids splashing in the lake.
I can see the bicycle parked carelesslely on the curb outside a house that says"psychic reader" wonder what goes on in there.Now I see it going up the mountain on a slightly chilly october morning smell the fresh fragrence of crisp air mingled with a particular smell of trees in the mountains. I wish i was that bicycle again.
I can see the bicycle parked carelesslely on the curb outside a house that says"psychic reader" wonder what goes on in there.Now I see it going up the mountain on a slightly chilly october morning smell the fresh fragrence of crisp air mingled with a particular smell of trees in the mountains. I wish i was that bicycle again.
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