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Saturday, December 31, 2016

woke up beaming 12/31/16

I have thousands of nerves
as conscious hands of mine as me.
they are applauding me
through my every physical movement.
it is this sunny day happening
by my deeds of accomplishment.
I am walking tall,
straight up with projects as my wingman.
I am meeting every moment as someone
I have waited my life to meet.
I have wealth of my presence to distribute
and people in my universe in need to serve.
my calling is easily living me responsively forward.
all of time is this as a soothing adventure.
awareness of this is my own inward reward.
I feel so humanly connected
through all of these spaces I pass through
that uplift and upturn are natural responses of mine.
we, as a people all around me, are the project at hand.
everything to be said, is of assistance or accompany.
the major magical is that we have all come to care.
how did this not happen so thoroughly as in the past?
this now has hatched into my birthright,
as I have always been this feeling inwardly.
each breath in now is dessert I have wanted.
each breath out is way worth the spending.
an active life is my secret angelic reward.
there is joy through this mystery of my experience.

what a day, is my claim to forward living . . .

Friday, December 30, 2016

understanding is the prison itself 12/30/16

in writing this,
know that I am pleading guilty,
every word is part of the ongoing written confession
as I continue to do so. 
I think and therefore, that, in and of itself,
is the motive behind this crime of writing.
I feel for and through this circumstance
is the burden carried on as my life sentence.
I live inside these containment walls of understanding
and I breath in and out, continuing to make sense
as it further confines me in doing so.
yet food for thought is relatively dismal meals
as dumb-down nourishment goes.
I have become a prisoner
as the outcome of syntactical determinism.
I wear the cuffs of dualistic thinking that bind me.
and they track me mindfully, by this method, everywhere.
well everywhere that my logical,
language-bound brain goes.
they are there with the end-point necessity of understanding, 
reinforced by the other prisoners, who are all ears.
they themselves similarly mind-bound
and kept by understanding incarceration.
we all march daily in linear thinking rounds.
eat the language base mind-food for survival.
most everyone is an unwilling but clueless snitch.
if you find yourself as not,
then you are, probably in solitary confinement,
perhaps self-imposed by necessity.
as you read this,
consider yourself safe from further prosecution
as long as you only understand what I am actually saying
and don’t go beyond cognition and comprehension,
then you are fine,
and no one else will ever know.
we are all this way, at some point in our lives.
but prison life is very full and taxing.
to break through or break out is complicated.
they have spies and cohorts, snoops and detectives
that live amongst but are also somewhat disguised.
they themselves are held as hostages too,
doing the diligent work of reporting and policing,
regulating and patrolling the in-prison sanity
necessary to abide in a linear thinking penitentiary world.
so do I have a plan of escape?
sure I do, but it includes everyone
who is individually on their own to do so.
yes, we would be working together but quite separately.
we only all escape as one.
we have to go outside of thinking as it is syntactically done
and we would have to go outside of language
as it is verbally spoken, and its account.
sort of telepathic without the use of words, per say,
a kind of common mind, both current and synchronous.
we all go there but don’t realize it
because we view from an experiential style
which puts us in audience, to that, every time it happens,
as experience always does, in this imprisonment style.
so read this and know, but don’t know.
sure, you read this, but you don’t get it,
and there is nothing for you to say to anyone about it.
we all work in secret and collaboration is on the sly.
remember dualistic thinking is your cover
and it works very well as protection all around.
since I already have, what they think as a life sentence,
I am risking nothing by writing until death do us part.
(they don’t know about that either!)
but know, go beyond know and know
beyond what I know,
for these words will not kill me to say
or stay my sentence,
but if you live beyond them,
this prison is your protection until
you break out, break free and dwell from beyond.
for this prison of understanding that we all live in
is as, a self-custodial style . . .
(where you are your own warden,
you are also the beyond of one . . .)

Thursday, December 29, 2016

quips: ironic 12/29/16

suffering is a constant chorus of conclusions,
sung off key.
pleasure is the immediate thereafter,
garnered in impressions,
succinctly stored as impactful memory.
prominence is the curvature of the earth,
taken personally.
free-for-all is myopically viewed as;
first come, first served.
reality is all surface debris
that is closely at hand, sightable.
good is god-like discernments,
perceived in bite-size ways.
a gift is punctuation needed,
in the never-ending life story.
money is a trust ritual,
based on fear, readily exchanged.
a bargain is a mindset breakout,
away from expectation.
enough is gladly too much,
unaccounted for but still horded.
bland is where eminence goes
to be successfully concealed.
dignity is rudder-ship on automatic,
facing the high sees.
travel is the over-exposure
to the future of story-ability.
banking is investing in complimentarianism
to a fault.
experience is overrated
as thoughtform impressionistic.
education is retentive mind running wild
but never free.
comparative truth is
really an assessment misconception.
cause is noteworthy,
soliciting vast internal agreement.
worth is the secret demand
from motivational blackmail.
truth is only the most eminent logical honesty
to be said.
happy is a homeless clown
living richly on wonder.
value is substantiated after-thought,
buying attention’s time.
god is realizing that your arms are wings
and your life is a free-fall,
by not knowing
any of it to be true.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

a green thumb 12/28/16

a green thumb for consciousness
if you attend to the garden within.
nothing is more natural
than growing your own.
surely it is a deeper level
of nurturance of self
and the crop produced
is a yield of presence.
the harvest is quite sharable
and growing seasons never end.
the spirit of every being
is fertile from birth
and everyone has a green thumb
for consciousness . . .

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

it rained (haiku) 12/27/16

rain, standstill milling
little puddles, cuing wait

once, sky sighs and yawns