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Monday, December 31, 2012

we were never a we * 12/31/12


There is no cognition
that will quench my thirst.
There is no thirst
without of my deepest yearning.
Further, there is no yearning
outside my distinct depiction
from the drawnness
and there is no distinction
outside my calling this out
with singular clarity.
And, unknown to myself,
the belly side of my call outs
constantly reaffirms my isolation,
not knowing that that composition
facilitates this aloneness to be so.
So solemnly, here I presently am,
with my thoughts
and these thought processes
as my cognitions,
yet realizing myself as a witness
to all of this.
That what I think
and how I think, what I think,
is as affirming as it may seem
to myself, so much so,
that I continue to do so,
and it only constructively places me,
more deeply embeds me,
in a self sense of isolation.
I am soberly seated
with these methodologies
that perpetuate my being here.
And with this usage as persuasion,
I bring to my mind
supposed answers to a problem
that profoundly doesn’t exist.
That I treat as problematic in origin,
under the guise of objectification,
is only to be humbled
by my mind’s offerings
and the monotony of its novelty.
Yet by these repetitions
there are premonitions 
beyond the apparent requests,
so much so that I revert to reflection
upon each answer received,
to refine the who of me
who is asking,
to locate the who of me
who is beaconing,
to identify the who of me
at source for this,
to be aware of the who of me
holding and withholding,
and of course, the who,
who gathers to be the me,
to be in response to me
who unceasingly keeps asking.
When are we, all of these of me,
not this fundamental of isolation
and yet calling out a presumption
of complete consummate connectivity?
I have no words of utility.
My thoughts flounder and are vagrant.
My requests are a brutal redundancy.
I go away from that which thinks me,
for that which feels me
though minutely so.
I am no more to be hooked
by the false entitlement of language,
or the presumption of formalizations,
by the pomposity of a rational stance.
All of this has no speech of entry.
I imprison myself to say.
I lay down my existence as I know it.
For that it would profoundly
and deeply bow
to be a sound in my sensory range
and I would be a fool to listen for it.
That it would lovingly surrender
to be a sight
within my visual reach
and I would be bamboozled
to commit rods and cones
and wide eyes to this intake
in such a manner.
Sensory to wit
is a debacle of progression.
Where we are of each other,
is not there by this
experiential endowment of means.
I feel with this phantom tongue
of my heart,
for that which has no mass, no claims,
that which would not belittle into words.
To know what I am saying here,
is to hear me clearly and go away
from understanding any further
as if this was engagement.
We were and are never apart
and we were never a we
but only vastly,
and now resoundingly
in oneness
as the outpour forevering . . .

Sunday, December 30, 2012

all of the wash (haiku) 12/30/12


each single bed sheet
shares some of the night’s story
but all of the wash

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so this year, I also posted four “Youtube” videos.
here are the links for watching them . . .
please enjoy . . .

Time Sensitive  April 1st 2 minutes 47 seconds
link: go to youtube, then “junahsowojayboda” channel, then put in ”time sensitive” and play

Amateur Rose Porn, (not what you think!
Think Georgia O’Keeffe style of visuals.)
August 8th 7 minutes 54 seconds
link:

Gillian’s Night Blooms oct 30th 5 minutes 49 seconds
link:

Tell me the story of what  you see
December 14th 9 minutes 57 seconds
link:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XE1LqUDY7mE

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Consciousness is a compression * 12/29/12


Consciousness, the consciousness
that we entertain,
is as a state of compression.
It is hard to notice as a condition
when its existence
is somewhat as a constant.
There is no spectral range view,
no comparative truth
to catch an edge
that escapes this densified
sense of encampment.
After our manifestation from birth,
everything becomes
secondary aisles
with faulty signage
towards the preoccupation
with linear futures in mind.
Life is pushing a shopping chart,
that you live in and live out of,
and that becomes
your relative consciousness.
Presupposing wide aisles
are called freedoms,
and desires are the well stock
on the forthcoming shelves.
How you grip your cart handle
is who think you are,
behaviorally.
Where you shop
is what comes to mind.
What your retentive mind
forgot to purchase
is soon on your dream list,
still shopping
while you are asleep
in your cart.
Having locality as an option,
is not an option.
You identify your being
as your being,
being somewhere
with Newtonian locality.
There are no words, well,
there is no language to
a quantum reality to say.
Everything that could come
out of your mouth as speech
contradicts whatever
you were to try to quantum say.
If someone actually hears
and pinpoints exactly
what you are saying,
well they missed the point
because two peas in a pod
does not a quantum make!
Say would be a form
of phenominicalogical sabotage.
Actual synchronicity (?),
well maybe not.
Oneness, absolutely not
but no one would be here,
like in this here-ness,
to debate it either!
Well, actually,
syntactically speaking,
rules are for visitors from
a Newtonian mindsets,
so that they feel
more mindfully at home.
Try to immersively imagine,
consciousness without
all this compression . . .
(you might as well leave
the referential you,
the you know so well,
in the evaporative fade
of the enormity bloom,
where, when they show you
where you are,
like with an arrow,
well, you are everywhere
and nowhere
at the same time….)

Friday, December 28, 2012

soothing pleasure (haiku) 12/28/12


try feather duster
treading lightly  on your skin
for soothing pleasure

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so this year, I also posted four “Youtube” videos.
here are the links for watching them . . .
please enjoy . . .

Time Sensitive  April 1st 2 minutes 47 seconds
link: go to youtube, then “junahsowojayboda” channel, then put in ”time sensitive” and play

Amateur Rose Porn, (not what you think!
Think Georgia O’Keeffe style of visuals.)
August 8th 7 minutes 54 seconds
link:

Gillian’s Night Blooms oct 30th 5 minutes 49 seconds
link:

Tell me the story of what  you see
December 14th 9 minutes 57 seconds
link:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XE1LqUDY7mE

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Enabled into entitlement *12/27/12


When enabled leads to entitlement,
how does bonding with another occur?
The contract offered
is a subservience.
This eventually means,
it is only a matter of time
until withdrawal from lesson learned,
acts of omission become necessary.
Leaving the kingdom of sovereignty
because it is pretend and pretense.
Leaving them
to their kingdom of one
and their solicitations, for audience
once again, soon to follow.
Enabled-ment is
such a gown-less evening strap
to wear in public
as an ego fashion statement,
and then to demand
that every following sequence
is a replay of “the king
is wearing no clothes”!
Well, there must be an island
somewhere they can all gather
in mutual agreement
moving forward in their lives.
Otherwise, self-deduction
is a necessary mirror of invention.
Enabled into adulthood
only provides entitlement
as a unadulterated conundrum
facing forward of each day.
Yes there will be peons
and subservients and knaves,
the temporarily obliged,
and of course those,
more obviously damaged
than these destined ones.
But the path rendered
by this option
is so designated
to be a struggle,
an imprisonment,
yet without walls,
a straight jacket,
yet without ties,
a sense of community
yet without heart.
Love, out of obligation,
gives no relief.
Being cared for by others
has its own subterfuge
in the mind.
Psychology 101
is now an ongoing course.
And the real test
is to unravel enablement’s wrath
and then to undo
entitlement’s course.
No shortage of students,
not every one passes . . .

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so this year, I also posted four “Youtube” videos.
here are the links for watching them . . .
please enjoy . . .

Time Sensitive  April 1st 2 minutes 47 seconds
link: go to youtube, then “junahsowojayboda” channel, then put in ”time sensitive” and play

Amateur Rose Porn, (not what you think!
Think Georgia O’Keeffe style of visuals.)
August 8th 7 minutes 54 seconds
link:

Gillian’s Night Blooms oct 30th 5 minutes 49 seconds
link:

Tell me the story of what  you see
December 14th 9 minutes 57 seconds
link:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XE1LqUDY7mE

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Simple trust (haiku) * 12/26/12


please do not quiz me
I have yearned for simple trust
to rest my tired mind

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

What is breath? * 12/25/12


What is breath?
Helpings of alchemical invisibles?
Supplies to the inner mystic?
Fluid rope for the climb
of the timeless mountain of existence?
Sustenance for the countenance
and constancy of the drummer within?
The one habit demanding consciousness
to transform the script
and alter the happenstance?
The gift given in a “pay it forward”
symbiotic global relational dance?
That which equally avails all humans
with the opportunity for the consciousness
of oneness to abide?

Yes, breath is a sacred language
spoken with the aura of the being.
What there is to say,
the heart will think of it first.
Mind could become Valedictorian
or class clown.
Either way, mind is but a megaphone
for this cause.
Breath educates what heart teaches . . .

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so this year, I also posted four “Youtube” videos.
here are the links for watching them . . .
please enjoy . . .

Time Sensitive  April 1st 2 minutes 47 seconds
link: go to youtube, then “junahsowojayboda” channel, then put in ”time sensitive” and play

Amateur Rose Porn, (not what you think!
Think Georgia O’Keeffe style of visuals.)
August 8th 7 minutes 54 seconds
link:

Gillian’s Night Blooms oct 30th 5 minutes 49 seconds
link:

Tell me the story of what  you see
December 14th 9 minutes 57 seconds
link:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XE1LqUDY7mE

Monday, December 24, 2012

Raisons (haiku) 12/24/12


don’t like the raisins,
then don’t chew just swallow whole
and pass them right through

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Pain is nameless * 12/23/12


Pain is nameless.
Pain itself is nameless.
That you give it a name
is something
you don’t want to do.
Once you name it,
it is separate from you.
Once separate from yourself,
you can claim ownership of it.
As an it, it defiles you.
You now believe,
it is not of you,
but at odds with you.
All your relational techniques
with it, do not make it
go away or disappear.
It,
although you claim as separate,
is part of the expression of you.
It is saying, in truth,
what you as separate,
hold as it, in denial.
What you treat as now symbolic,
is, in essence,
an expression of you.
That you hold it
as separate from you,
is a long way
around the mountain of you
to be in contact with this, it
as a deeply private
expression of you.
This it, has to come back to you
and into you,
as an expression
of the divinity of you.
You have to become the embrace,
the expression, the process,
the means and the source
of this it.
This it,
is the sacred secret you keep.
An inner sanctum that is shadowed
and otherwise from the rest of you,
incomplete.
Be the divinity through and through.
All your cells can be
out from the shadows of you.
Sip from the light of your being.
Be conscious cells
of conscious chemistry,
of conscious electrical
current and circuitry.
Be all the space consciously
in between and fill that it
with conscious emotion and light.
Be the sovereign conscious mind
of self love and intent
where what would be called pain
by outsiders with interest,
is now but a whiff, a buzz,
or maybe a blast
of an elevated sensory state
free for you to vibration-ally embraced
as an extension of what is
of and from the expression
of the earnest rest of you.
Pain has no name
in oneness of being.
Consciousness will see to that.
And you are the true source
of that consciousness of being . . .

Saturday, December 22, 2012

What sight * 12/22/12


What sight
intrusively sends me,
I humbly close my eyes
in decline.
For what inner visions
of you offer,
I cannot look away
or be blind.   

Friday, December 21, 2012

Between beats * 12/21/12


Between my heart beats,
I whisper adages
in light-rays,
sent your way.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Want to say * 12/20/12


I wash my soul daily
in these tear ducts,
to clarify
what I would want
to say,
with the voice
from my emotions.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Breath sent * 12/19/12


My breath is sent out
in legions
of invincible trust
to bond
with your being’s
ever present light.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Sips of delight * 12/18/12


I come to the pool
of my thought,
drink freshly
in a thinking manner.
All the memory clouds
in my mind’s sky
will eventually yield
these reflective sips
of delight.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Intimacies * 12/17/12


Intimacies,
once introduced,
then shared,
become messengers
sent to celebrate
souls,
singular with intent.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Ablaze * 12/16/12


We are lips,
satiated in light,
kissing open,
our tendering of shade
until the forest
of our beings
is without shadow,
ablaze . . .