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I whistle wise words, listening to the whispering of leaves rustling in the wind

Spaceman Sam Surfing the cosmic sands..

I whistle wise words,
listening to the whispering of leaves rustling in the wind;
just a continuous motion, never stopping for anyone.

I forget the past and forge the spirit.
Wishing I was dancing, I’m laughing like I didn’t learn the lesson and pass,
because I don’t care about mundanities which do not last.

Taking my time to write every word, so I know that the final result can be heard. So now, I’m facing forward and learning how to place important words.

A man alone, that keeps writing all these poems.
Day light flickers in slits,
as moonlight creeps between the uneven slits of shady blinds;
bleeding tears out the eyes in cries.
Half alive in the flesh suit, labeled organic, like what’s advertised on some juicy, fresh fruit.
If you haven’t been through IT, then you don’t know what’s to IT..

I sleep ’till dreams dry and crumble.
I sleep ’till I get tired and retire in my dreams.
I heard a faint voice calling out for help,
only to wake and realize it was myself,
wheezing in my sleep..

The simple things we enjoy are based on concepts we fear.
People are usually not deep-rooted, instead, they’re polluted and abusive.
This beautiful girl I see doesn’t purr,
cause she sees something in the world
that can’t be saved.

I’m drawing the line, before crossing it.
Unconfirmed flirting with fate, just before becoming engrossed by IT.
She sends me down to sit. Do I even exist?
Lets kiss with stripped innocence.

What do you think supplies the air you’re breathing?
Maybe I’m fully awake and the rest of the world is dreaming..
As if it’s all free…
I express cognitive dissonance, liberally.

The dead tree is still standing; here comes the hunting axe of lumberjacks.
I do nothing, stopping, relaxed.
My sanity abandoned, I.. Shit, my lips aren’t even moving!
My spaceships’ inspected, ready for blast off.
My egos’ shed, cast off.
No more licking the honey pot sloppily for 25 bucks of monopoly money.

This is my permission slip sized mission statement.
Negative space is where the body meets the mentor;
the borderline of what you perceive as real,
and what you really perceive as the appeal of mere mortals.
I travel portals on a pilgrimage of passage.
Emergency lights flash as my body crashes.
I pick up all the pieces of a broken reality and cut my fingers on technicalities.

I’m optimistic as one man can be,
but I’m married to myself and looking for a family.
Behind these clouds, is the sun I need to grow. I’m
kissing for romance instead of luring with mistletoe.
Parallel realities are getting the best of me, so I’m
juggling the motives and fucking with divine destiny.

I close the window on my ego and watch as time dissappears.
This pressure is enough to make my ears pop,
as the last sand of the hourglass mixes with my teardrops.

Without will, you will be scared.
Break something, this isn’t fair!
Death is impossible, we are invincible.
You should never distance yourself from the things that keep you alive;
the ride is going to be painful and intense.
But it’s worth IT in the end..

My Résumé

Work buy consume

I am an old fashioned maniac, gift giving hypnotist,
exo-skeletal systems’ analyst.
A non-wig wearing, warm weather terrorist.

A low flying river pilot, long distance lumber jack that’s saving the trees. First ever, all at once, ambidextrous,
secret weapon, always wanted,
mint condition,
magician,
anarchist through capitalism, under cover of a thunder cloud,
as a pirate.

An analogue enthusiast,
sunshine boy, certified, tested,
on again, off again astrologist and practical craftsman,
sweet talking maritime mystery man,
presidential sweetie pie, acid washed crotch rocket.

Specialist, two time alphabetical acrobat,
daydream believing, solitaire card shark,
unnatural activist, fan club president, confident/slight hesitant.

Non-mustache master, class tinker totterer,
assassin, television evangelist typecaster,
low down good looking, silver tongued, shit shoveling genius,
A curvier road than ever encountered before.

A deep seated bleeding heart,
broken by culture shock;
with word sculpture, a flag waver, rail grinder/chicken lollipop,
yellow crate finder.

Humongous tree finder,
chocolate chip cookie monster.
A cape wearing vagabond, straight edge, range roving, artist,
Psychedelic, bloodshot,
beat finder,
pack animal, shadowcasted by the fire of a flamethrower
burning a bloodsucking critic’s demeanor.

No one knows exactly how we think, therefore we never really know anything.

Void State

No one knows exactly how we think, therefore we never really know anything. I will live ’till I die. Your mind is your own monster. My favorite thing to do, is to close my eyes and forget I even exist.

A famous Taoist immortalist named Qian Lou, once said:
“Not disturbed by poverty or lowliness;
not hurried by wealth and status’.
The epitome of that saying is here,
In the likes of this man!
He entertains his mind
with intoxication and poetry;
is he not of the clan of Mr. Mindless?”

Becoming a realized being.

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When we are completely present, it’s not possible to be thinking. If you are completely present, it’s not possible to be thinking about memories or fantasizing about things to come. I feel that love is a natural response when in this state because you begin to notice the synchronicity of everything/all beings.

Fear is the root of all negativity and behind any negative reaction. Fear causes doubt. With doubt, there is confusion. With confusion, there is more of an entropic effect in the sense of a measure of the disorder or chaotic randomness.

Fear can be incited by another, or ones own personal fear can affect others, sometimes unintentionally even. The only way to find clarity of mind is by eliminating all fear at its source and in the absence of fear, there is a trust that becomes implicit over time.

The more confirmations one receives that are understood, which prove trusting in the spirit of The Way is possible, the more trust just becomes implicit and one begins to naturally feel love, compassion and trust in the spirit of The universal Way of nature and reality. This is called becoming a realized being.

A state of meditation

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Doesn’t awareness, doesn’t understanding take place when the mind is not drawing a conclusion, has no opinion, when the mind is attentively listening, and then it says “I have understood”? I am asking, what is the state of that mind which says “I have understood” and therefore acts immediately. Surely such a state of mind is complete silence in which there is no opinion, in which there is no judgment, no evaluation. It is actually listening out of silence. And IT is only then that we understand something in which thought is not involved at all. I won’t now go into what thought is and the whole process of thinking; that will need a lot of time and this is not the occasion.

When I talk about understanding, surely it takes place only when the mind listens completely – the mind being your heart, your nerves, your ears – when you give your whole attention to it. I do not know if you have ever noticed that when you give total attention(single pointed awareness) there is complete silence. And in that attention there is no frontier, there is no center, as the “me” who is aware or attentive. That attention, that silence, is a state of meditation. When you are listening to somebody, completely, attentively, then you are listening not only to the words, but also the feeling of what is being conveyed to the whole of it not part of it.

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