Creative Phoenix

An attempt at expression.

[creative-phoenix]

Man's Longing, Cowardice & Courage

I look into the future, yet see the unknown A future without vision  A future without achievement I see nothing so do nothing All action pointless, all effort wasted I like to sleep, for it is peace I want to find what it is I am here for. I can feel there is something important But I do not know it, yet. I live a foreign vocation

Everyday I give in to fear, the chains that bind grow stronger A vision, I wait for it I work now sitting and earning but for what?  I despair each day I spend coerced, I was meant to live in freedom 

When left alone without expectations I strive towards it This thing but working life is miserable. I was afraid and fear has driven me for many years. Now inertia has consumed me and fear. I have lost touch with the source, and it is all I am Without it I am a mosaic of others expectations

Create an extraordinary vision for yourself. Build the character. I can do these but I feel afraid, I want safety But safety is lack of change in it lies death.

To step into the breech and live in fear. I feel the call it grows strong. To live without fear. A mental battle upon the mental sphere Courage is required for in the fear there is ecstasy.

[creative-phoenix]

Shames me

What will make me great? 

I don't want to give only get, and this shames me

The wind brings thoughts of fame and power

But I am reluctant to commit

I laugh at the universe and cry at my ignominy

Such a beautiful piece but lost, amongst the shifting breeze

I want it all the fame and glory, the adulation but this shames me

Desires so base, a tussle amongst thoughts

For I sometimes see, the transcendent thought

A ship anchored deep to solid ground 

Solid yet briefly seen amongst the shifting foggy winds

To clear the air and see the ship, this I seek above all

Safety is the wind that bellows the rich fog around my spot

A fog that holds me tight and that I once thought was right

Am I not happy here? Yet it clears briefly and I see the ship

Obscured and smudged yet haloed, almost translucent 

Yet tainted immediately by the fog of fame, power, insecurity and fear

I struggle and one day might take a step but for now the chains bind well

[themerrypranxter-blog]

No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.

 H. P. Lovecraft (via inanis-et-vacua)

[creative-phoenix]

Fear, eternity and me

Fear it is always there, Right inside my head You aren't any good You will fail Your life will be meaningless unless you do this and that which are told to me by all and the world around me Are they really me? Or can I break free? The Gita and Watts All say life can be got If only one can be shot Of the painful and nasty thoughts That are constantly taught So fear you are not me For I am free For there is nothing but me As far as the eye can see Despite all my begrudgery  It does not define me Now and me is instead eternity

[creative-phoenix]

Yourself and Myself

I imagine myself What of myself? If I imagine myself Does that mean I am myself? Or do we share a self? But how share a self? Maybe I can imagine myself As yourself and myself And the dogself and the catself The sunsetself and the toesdippinginwarmwaterself The parasiteself and the virusself The murderself and the jesusself But then I am a murderself and a virusself! I am the beautiful and purest self not a nasty virusself! But without disease we not not have the healthyself! So maybe I need the unhappyself to have the happyself?

[creative-phoenix]

Ego

It tortures and bathes me in great ecstasy I need it and it needs me Symbiotic and parasitically  Under Western philosophy, You are you and my enemy We struggle isolatingly  Beguiling yet self denying it is sought In every little emotion and thought A foe to be slayed and trophied While it laughs heartily and frustratingly Hiding in shadows and self doubt But instead of a battle to be fought It is better to laugh heartily That all is not as it seems to be  That ego is simply a thought learned From the great Western philosophy For everything is me and I am everything.

[creative-phoenix]

Modern Society

Why must you twist me? Putting thoughts into my head Sucking up the natural life Over years personality shaped Natural exurberence, slowly decays Becomign others slave,  Thoughts not my own infecting me Imagination stolen Lost amongst the fallen Slowly twisted into shape, grotesque and bent  So many people lost amongst the crowd Fearful and afraid, follow the options planned Life a battle full of pain and loss Suppressed intuition, a forced calling Slowly the body twists and tightens Stress and inactive positioning Breathing starts to fail  Lost amongst the painful thoughts Trapped without really feeling any loss

[creative-phoenix]

Purposeless Beauty

I need to create and it runs deep, for I am restless The need to create comes shining through yet is beset But do I create for others? In there lies hell Is it not a waste of life to create something nobody needs? I can't free myself, the need run deeps but is strangled Let it flow like water from the ground, surging up  Life like true art does not need to exist. Purposeless beauty. But purpose is all I have, action without purpose.. so alien. Or so I am taught, the thought always rises, to create for others It has eroded deep groves, and infects everything.  Action done for admiration, respect and fame, perverted by desire. To create for nothing, the highest and most noble act. Life defined. An act of pure inspiration, divine and free. Purposeless beauty. Shackelless, without expectation conceived and pure, without hipocrasy I strive but I am weak and surrender is hard, the habits bind Habits of thought bind and strangle but I struggle to break free Always the thought, I could be great in the eyes of others  I struggle and one day I will break free

[the-unfeminine-aesthetic]

A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.

Albert Einstein (via the-unfeminine-female)

[tripoddiaries]

[creative-phoenix]

Deep message

[abstractwonderland-blog]

[vbshalom]

[creative-phoenix]

Simple living. Contentment

source : flowyogamexico

[anti-teachings]

‘Myself’ is the house that mind built.

(via anti-teachings)

[creative-phoenix]

Fear and conditioning

Fear is everywhere. That basic human requirement, to feel safe seems to be undermined constantly today. The media constantly presents ideas and objects for us to fear. Poverty, loss of wealth, diminishing opportunities, a life of menial work, competition from abroad. It seems that we must approach life as if it is a struggle in which we are doomed to failure unless we follow the path outlined.

This is a form of brainwashing, people kept in perpetual fear will obey whoever they feel will lead them to a safety. The world could be a secure peaceful place today, the technology exists to create energy indefinitely through Nuclear power, there are sufficient resource so that everyone can have a comfortable standard of living, world population is expected to peak in the future as family planning becomes available to increasing numbers of people. In even the poorest places in the world people are educating themselves and learning about family planning and new ideas courtesy of the internet and mobile phones.

The world can be a beautiful place. In previous times optimism was rife and we were expected to be living in utopia by now. It seems today that instead of utopia we have fear.

Increasingly I think that there are people in power who perpetuate this fear in order to prevent people from expressing their individual personalities and creative potential. Expressions such as these are not useful to the modern economy. The consequences of not following the system are real in todays world but in order to be happy we require very little. Feel the deeper source of all creativity that defines you, the rest is conditioning.

Each and everyone of us is a beautiful human being, an expression of life that has been given into the world at an inglorious time. Whatever we create is a unique expression of ourselves and to be treasured regardless of how polished we feel it to be or any critical acclaim. We are caretakers of the world.

[creative-phoenix]

Anonymity and Expression

Tumblr seems to be such a world of expression, without fear or social constraint. The contrast to Facebook is remarkable. The creative potential in all of us is buried there, here it seems to have found a home. Long live tumblr! It is beautiful to see such expression, there is much hope for the future from 'Gen Y' but it is easy to lose the connection to the creative source as we age, very easy. Hold onto it tight for it is worth everything.

[imlesliemonster2]

It’s just a matter of days, now, and I know it. Days that feel like seconds, like sand slipping through my fingers on a warm day, and by trying to catch it I just make it fall faster.

They always say that these are the best days of your life, and I always think, christ, I hope not. I hope that in...

[creative-phoenix]

I have felt like this many time too.

[creative-phoenix]

Rave

The bright lights were blinding, reflections bouncing of the walls, dancers and stage. An enormous wall of LED screens pounded by enormous projectors, geometric designs, spinning lights. The planning and creative energies of the producers successfully eliciting the desired emotional response, a shared response one of overwhelming awe and sensory whitewash. 

The many cumulative man hours invested searching, exploring and listening to music had eventually lead the heaving mass to this place on this night. The uniquely isolating experience that true exploration and understanding of music requires had metamorphosed into unity, unity of purpose and expression. The diverse mental expectations and fantasies played out in the thousands of minds present since the decision they all shared had been made. A decision to invest a precious portion of life, a life filled with opposing desires and commitments put aside, so that this moment of raw emotion could be experienced. A moment that some considered an indulgence but which to others was considered an essential bedrock of their existance.

This moment and all it entailed was what the crowd wanted, expected and demanded. The electronic beats were weaving together, the carefully constructed peak beginning it's march towards climax.  Six thousand people were urging the beat onwards in bitter sweet expectation, sweet for the eventual release as the music climbed it's final peak but bitter with the knowledge that that this moment was transient, a mere glimpse of bliss and happiness after which normality would resume it's monotonic beat. 

The many irritants that occupied minds only seconds previously were forgotten, the sweat, the hair, wild arms crashing into each other, the sweltering heat and dangerously over packed room. It didn't matter as each expressive dancer felt the ball of tightly wound emotional energy emerge as if from a cocoon, a cocoon that longed for expression but required a certain environment an environment existing at this moment that simulanteously cast habitual living into stark contrast. The movement of the body started to overwhelm the rational process. Slowly the last summit was overcome, the crowd erupted. The conditioned mental barriers, those of self consciousness, duty, social expectation seemed irrelevant, to be laughed at and in total submission the body was let free to do as it pleased. Life affirmation, unencumbered, expression without fear, pain or regret. 

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An expression from the source.