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A little blessing for  today

Bless this day today whatever may come or whatever come may. To whoever may meet, shall truth reside in these eyes life gifting presence with such ego disguise.  Nurturing all in remembrance that all ‘I’ can only borrow, feelings; in, out, around; colouring joy and sorrow. Memories slide in on each other, tree rings bloom a child to a mother. Remembering all of life is momentary. A moment cannot be defined, this mind is ever changing; the past forever blind. Spiral up or down in choice, May we slip and trip with grace and poise. With memories the mind deem pleasant and bad, holding this mysterious beauty of all happy and sad. Growth and depth and something to learn, shall this sit in the heart for our passion to burn. With connection to love in all its truth and trust. there we float toward joy as the stars & their dust. Radiating the sun noble and strong, As tides wade with the moon; short and long. We are here on this earth in her elegantly woven sphere, may we trust in the process holding us here.

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As you would do to you

What if you were brought up to believe that every individual experience of life was you? In the sense that their experience would be first hand to you. First hand implying that all you have is their experience, no second hand to compare... Therefore their experience would be a direct exchange of “their” to “your”. Inevitably from that angle, the means of knowing anything other than what is experienced within that angle plays no affect to that angle! A light illuminates an object which reflects it; the light cannot reflect onto itself. Here we see much like our eyes not being able to see themselves directly. Our eyes see other eyes. We see beyond them too. We can choose depth or surface layers to inquire the truth. Try looking at another and go deeper to find you. Allow the frame of your eyes to extend a certain “me” within “you”. What we consider skillful in our morally driven human states is inbuilt so deeply to our something in so much nothing. There in that nothing, the truth is given the perfect conditions to resonate. We all know empathy to be intrinsic to our moral frame of being humans - it is powerful to the core! So let’s use it skillfully & creatively... We can see that, no, “I cannot know exactly what you feel, whilst I am me in this organism and you are you in another organism existing separately together in time” BUT let’s anticipate that at some point “I will experience exactly as you do. Exactly as you.” Think about that. How do you feel when you look upon another on the path they walk down? Do unto others as you would have them do unto you - remembering that you are doing to you as you would have you do to you.

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Fractal Daisy Sneeze

The fractal nature of our reality is where we come to true grips with who we are really. It’s a grip of griplessness. Endlessly slipping into itself and out of itself. There is the truth of it. The truth of self. No means of capturing or holding or defining or expressing in any contained state. Naught fixed in this truth. For what we observe in the reflection of our minds are reflections upon reflections. Like a mirror meeting a mirror. Face to face. There we see the endless nature of reality dancing its light upon light upon light upon light and so on. This is the nature of relationships & why we are equally so in love and fearful of feeling connection. It resonates truth within us; the indeterminate state of existence. The nature of reality as we know it in this galaxy. Bound by the Milky Way, these laws of quantum physics in gravity and the multicipity of scientific artistry - the atomic dance in which reality holds integrity, reveals tapestries upon tapestries of ever changing flow... A sort of consistency of inconsistency of existence that we celebrate and toil over. & paradoxically when we seek to attain connection, there we feel nothing other than distance. For our inner state of movement only allows harmonious states of interpretation to flow & there we see truth in that itself; flow. Letting go & conjuring nothing other than movement. Experience upon experience upon experience & so on. Eternally and simultaneously being born and dying in every moment. Endlessly in itself and out of itself. There we have it. The true nature of reality. Fractal. This is what nature echoes to us. Allow yourself the time to observe with whatever sense you hold; all, some or none. There you will find yourself simultaneously falling and flying in euphoric insecurity.

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Drive For Survival

Human survival; the most explicit conditional inner working of human existence. The inner networks inbuilt to the human foundation, which are intrinsically addicted to the idea of human survival, root humans in a thought pattern which governs their human interpretation. The thought pattern echoes a bizarre notion reiterated in these human manifestations of language and expression, I will express here using this human language, “that human action is so unnatural!” or “the waste humans generate is so disgusting” and so on. There are other expressions I could encapsulate here but the fundamental notion I’m playing with here is that we are repulsed by actions which are unsustainable in the eye of human existence continuing to exist. If we continue to reshape the elements around us, then yes, truth be told, global warming will take its toll, oceans will rise, land masses we live on will cease to exist as they do now & humans shall cease to exist as we do now. We fear for our future for we care for our species. Our morally inscribed code wishes to nurture itself and progress. This here be a fractal on the nature of reality; we seek good for ourselves in our inner organism and inevitably we seek good for the greater self of humanity. But may I pose an idea to you? I believe the grey matter of our mind has been sculpted by nature so beautiful to be able to transcribe this feeling to all inner workings of our being, that in fact, human life is merely one sequence in a never ending symphony of existence. When we can feel within ourselves that we are natural, all things are being played by existence itself, and that in fact the real self we are is intrinsically selfless. There we see that these atoms making us up will be reshaped time and time again in its fractal existence of time, endlessly interwoven. As a fractal, there we see again, each organism must die and so on to the next level, each species must die. The drive for survival echoes to us a destination... When we arrive to the end of this drive, there we see we are no longer moving on that road. We have arrived on one level, but on another level, our journey has just begun. The arrival of survival perhaps is paradoxically in death. Survival implies extinction. This life we lead, so beautiful and transitory... When we release this inscribed addiction to the bizarre conjuration of self obsession in human form, we can engage with a self beyond obsession... Beyond addiction... Beyond ‘beyond’, for it knows no human bounds. These symbols I write which resonate through your eyes & mind. Within time thus bound, we see they are intrinsically empty but only hold meaning in time. Merely existing in a spectacle; there we see how beautiful and harmonious our existence is. Our addiction to ourselves, our ability to conceptualize & express. So beautiful. So beautiful this drive for survival; so beautifully echoed by our designs of art and science in this momentary prevalence.

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Nature of nature

Look around and there you shall see that in fact all things are exactly where they need to be. We pick things up, rearrange them and so, as nature works through us in the same way as all that we deem natural and fundamental to earth’s harmony. Our mind’s funny segregation of “us” and “nature” being separate entities is a baffling concept when we strip away these filters of illusion. We worry with loud statements that we preach on top of one another “we’re disturbing the balance of nature!” & the louder we preach this, the separation of “us” and “nature” becomes more pervasive in our minds. This idea of control attaches to itself, feeds itself & grows like weeds swallowing flowers. Humans are addicted to having fearful control, only capable of existing with a lack of connection. Nature is exploring its conscious mind in infinite rhythms. It’s in the settled nature of hindsight we see that our chaos was always harmony. An illusion of separation; intrinsically bound by connection. We preach these chaotic notions from love that burns like a flame seeking truth. Burning all in its path, how beautifully it flows in connection to its fuel. Passion and connection for this perceived beauty we know true in nature. We want not ourselves but what that is beyond us and without conscious governance. May I play with the idea that perhaps, just maybe, this is something we can attain with an opposite approach? When we truly have faith that nature has it all, we let go of this obsession to control what we don’t know. When we stop feeding off rage for beauty’s truth, there we have an insight to see that in fact, there is only nature in this separate ‘me’ I perceive. We are of nature, nature has it all. Nature is of itself, itself from which we come & to which we are bound; why do we feel we need control what is of itself? Nature is with naught to control.  If the flame is to burn, so it is a flame from nature. It burns in relation to all its conditions, as harmonious as a drop of water forming a ripple in a pond. There is nothing to attain from knowing in nature, as we truly know in its purest essence of knowing. A flame cannot burn the flame it burns. As we cannot know what we know what we know.

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Kingdom of the mind. Me kind doom thing.

Here we are! Are we here? We are here. Oh, how fickle are these feelings felt upon reflection of the unfathomable multiplicity of angles we are played with and play with in life. The light from which our eyes were born, the sounds which shaped our ears, the thermal spectrum which gifted our nerve endings and the unity of movement which binds us to time. Ah, time - that glorious binding agent of movement & space in our minds. Time without mind is much like light without eyes. It may be, but it is not known. What we know is all we can know & cannot simply be known of itself. To go without or beyond time is to unbind the bound. Can we unbind the mind to which its time intertwined? Haha! These ideas to which the mind patterns itself are ripple effects of all in every time bound motion. Memory echoes ideas to us of how this flow behaves; our skull sized kingdoms crafting the space for it to resonate. We make interior alterations in this kingdom; yet in the reflection of their conjuration – these alternations we make within ourselves are inevitably exposed to the elements abound. When we forget elements of the mind that are not consciously bound, the kingdom of the mind rearranges its angle to be centered on a ‘me’ kind (of) doom thing. Our consciousness manipulates the kingdom to form a throne around itself; we think its kind but doom lines that frame of mind. “How wonderful this throne is!” the mind thinks, as its energy inverts on itself from an open angle to an acute one. Beaten down by the self-imposed pressures of power, the mind weighs heavy on its throne as the ‘me’ separates itself from the true kingdom. Seeking dominion in its consciously addicted state, exhaustion oppresses the passive parts of the kingdom to surrender under reign of the throne. Challenging opinions are thrown to the dungeons forged in defense of the power. All must fall in line underneath this vicious cycle. An addiction of conscious power, like a snake eating its own tail, so desperately trying to attain the unattainable. This throne feeds power to itself in fear of losing the power it could never really attain. The castle is then locked with hard rusty bolts, as means of defense from the rest of the kingdom. The mind wages war upon itself. Loneliness and duality grow as concepts like mold on stagnant water; blocked from its pure flow. It feels so real; this separate way of living. “FIGHT! RUN! HIDE! The kingdom is against me!” This fearful power grips us in our stagnant vessel of thought. The mind carrying its stagnant vessel against a river a flow, wrestling against its own energy. But, here we see, the river is always flowing. This angle is just an angle; the motion is inevitable. The energy in which this illusion was generated cannot be solid. Something happens. A moment of truth; the mind trips in its steps against the flow. A crack in the castle’s ceiling grows and the rains wash the dust. The flow of water sweeps up the conscious mind. It gargles & gasps for air in the rushing turmoil as its feet flip to the sky. There it is in the flow; a moment of exhale after holding its breath for so long. Back to the ocean the river flows, no more time to harbor and toil on the throne. All this generated kingdom to rubble is spews and to true beauty there it is most real. Letting go of this attachment to throne, to vessel or solid bone; is the wisdom of insecurity by which true power is won. A power we attain when we let go of clinging to ourselves; a power we can be trusted with is that which comes to us when we let go. Let go, let in, and you will see that this true self you seek is in the kingdom beyond the throne.

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How the mind can unwind the intertwined conceptualisation of all things being what they are, only in relation.

“Nothing is wasted in everything.” she spoke with confidence. My neck twitched. Uh oh. I was not floating on the river of that statement. The river was dry. This statement could not exist singularly without new perspectives to investigate! Let’s get some water flowing down this stream, I thought to myself. The echoes of thought pattered down to soothe the cracks. “Nothing is wasted in everything” implies that nothing is wasted. If nothing is wasted in everything then, everything is passively wasting nothing. Everything doesn’t want to do that to nothing! Nothing doesn’t want everything to be reflected in that nature either. Could we not approach their relationship from a more harmonious perspective? After all, they complete each others’ identity; they are only what they are because of the other. Why set up acts of conflict & degradation between them? “Stop wasting nothing!” I exclaimed. “What...?” she dribbled. “The nothing! Stop wasting it in everything!” I replied. How could she possibly think that she could so rashly just waste nothing like that in everything?! It is neither respectful to nothing and to everything. Everything need not have nothing wasted in it, as much as nothing needn’t be wasted in everything. This frame of mind is not kind to the simultaneous existence and nonexistence of everything and nothing. “Let’s be kind to existence, okay? .... You see, everything and nothing flow nicely in the mind when left to be; without commodity. Waste implies use, which implies measurement and abuse. There is nothing and everything. They exist together but never are they wasted. They are harmonious. Together they can only coexist untasted. ” I expressed with every unintended desire of being poetic. Silence came into the room. Some would later speak of this as a story & say “nothing was said”, others would say “everything was silent”. What use to think “nothing is wasted in everything?” That implies everything is wasting nothing. Yet, nothing is only nothing in relation to everything, as everything is to nothing. Did everything come from nothing? Or perhaps nothing from everything? Perhaps they are in fact the same thing. Let’s say this is true; nothing is everything and everything is nothing. So, in reflection to the statement “nothing is wasted in everything” then we see that in fact, nothing is wasted in nothing, everything is wasted in everything, nothing is wasted in everything and everything is wasted in nothing. But certainly, each statement makes equally as much sense - everything makes sense about it, as nothing makes sense about it. Everything and nothing are frames of mind! The word which carries questionable weight is “wasted”. What do we mean by this? How empty & weighty this word is. How funny to debunk the words we speak. If we thought about half of what we said in any given circumstance, we could boil down everything to nothing. Oh, but how glorious that we see everything in that nothing! Everything is not a waste. Nothing is not a waste. A waste is not a waste as much as it is; it’s a mentality. Let’s respect nothing as a concept rather than leaving it in the dark, without acknowledgement that dark is only dark in relation to light! Dark implies light. Nothing implies everything. Why do we forge these mind frames which regard nothing in such a way that is so cruel to nothing & simultaneously disrespects everything? Nothing has so much to offer that we so often look past with these distractions of everything! Look deeply into nothing and there you see lies everything. With nothing and everything; there in you lie. The real you. Thank you nothing and everything for giving us this concept of “you”. Together thy conceptual existence allow our duality addicted minds to playfully respond to all these mind frames we invert and transpose. September 2015

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Carrots are dancing

All the atoms making you up... Can you get your mind around their ways? When understood by the human mind, this notion of atoms being in constant movement is rarely dismissed. They are forever altering; rearranging, coming, going, connecting, disconnecting, re-identifying themselves & so on. These atoms making you up, yes they came from nothing but out of nothing is this paradoxically logical manifestation of something. These atoms making you up therefore have always existed & shall continue to. So onto another notion; of being a product of your environment... Think about it, can you get with it? In this way, let’s apply this paradoxically illogical logic we see ever present in life & we come to understand that we are never the same but always the same. We are the same array of atoms which have all always existed but in the nature of our mind’s reflection of “self” as individual organisms made up by clusters of atoms, no, we are never the same from one moment to the next & a moment cannot be captured truthfully; for the soul of a moment has nothing static to grasp. In this way, there is nothing to get; no definition to put upon our experience of human construction rooted in the conductor; DNA to the orchestra of our atoms in the music of our bodies. Why we speak of ourselves as a noun, I find very amusing. We are certainly much more so verbs. Like a dance or symphony; labelled in solid states but fundamentally only truly experienced in movement. All beings and things we interpret as individual entities, when broken down to the core elements, are an abundance of other individual entities relating to form it’s mass of energy. Say we are looking at a carrot. That carrot is made up of it’s multiplicity of carrot atoms. The atoms all working together, or dancing rather, in such a way to form the carrot. The atoms work in such a way that perhaps this noun of the carrot is more of a verb. The atoms are “carrot-ing”. Much as we are “human-ing”. In any moment your “human-ing” state whilst present will be reestablishing itself continuously with your environment. This dancing is where it is at. This dancing is known to us through those shivers that ripple down our spines when the depths of who we are finally attain light. There is a reflection of truth in a symphonic orchestral serenade, the plunging rhythms of waves on the shore, the rush we feel when we let go & jump to the winds with naught but a kite. That trust. When we let go of trying to capture the truth; there it is, it finds us! That unattainable beautiful mystery in life, there to see but not to grasp. The DNA holding us together is a the thread in which life weaves itself. Much like a note in a symphony we exist harmoniously to all other notes. Like a wave we are shaped by the full ocean. Like a fabric made of many overlaps and fibres combining together. These dances, these reflections, what mystery and joy they bring! The joy of realising perhaps we’ve been looking from a funny angle... “I am living life” we say. But how does your mind rearrange when you get with the idea that perhaps “life is living me”? Play with these ideas however you will; you will come to realise something fickle & wonderful about it all. & much like dancing - there is naught to prove, preach or define. These dances allow the flow of rhythms to reveal a truth beyond frames and lines.

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Worry Pulls

You can worry if you want. There’s nothing to stop you from making those choices; the want & the worry. But may I emphasize a common phrase: “now is not the time to worry”. & the time we have is only now. Now is eternity we fragment in measurement. Time is measurement. Measurement is mind. We think time structures mind, but only as much as mind structures time. Time cannot be grasped; moments die before they are born & are born again before you can say they’ve died. It’s the duality of actuality. Coexistence is always. Polarity is unified by its quality. Worry if you want; but realise you have naught to want that you haven’t already got. Worry pulls from now to tangle in future and past. But now is the cloud in the sky you cannot tie down. Worry is a lose arrow being shot to no end; energy unwisely spent. Perhaps a lie down on the forest floor will put your mind at ease; as you watch the way there’s no worry in the leaves. Like a turbulent pool that goes murky with the mud kicked up from the bottom; when left alone, the water clears. Our minds shall be still when we leave them to be. Leave it be; let the worry do its worry; do not feed it with conditions to grow.

September 2015

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In Kin

Supposing we are all apertures from one inner space, how beholden we exist in this spectacle of breath. The illusionary grasp amidst the crashing waves, holding us grounded on clouds passing by. The self contrives matter to be anything other, as the sun shines only with at least another eye. Fleeing from dual notions of other in thee, yet rough and smooth solely together reside. How funny to think of black without white, sound without ear, vision without eye. The stars shine in celebration, whilst plants grow with no debate. Play with the idea, not here shall this preach, Attention to this dance is what thee in I seeks. Lives in soul or souls in life? Thus in our mask of instinct, & together we look through it, as one kindred spirit. August 2015

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The Love of Water & Sun

Once upon the beginning of time, sun & water fell in love & made love. They lost their virginity of timelessness & used no force to appose it. It was the most intense love of the milky way. Unexpectedly came into being their baby of consciousness. Life... The sun and water doubted their parenting abilities as they had no knowing of their parents or of how they even came into existence, thus their parenting was rooted in question, but a natural inner love bonded them to their child. They found that as a couple they brought balance to each other's ways; the sun so bright & unmoving; the water so transparent & motional. Through this they knew they could teach their child how to love in the art of imperfection. Their intense creation echoed throughout the universe & the child learnt the ways of their parents & continued to suckle from their teat of photosynthesis until it could return the creation of love back to where it came from. The end.

August 2015

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It’s okay. It cannot be anything else.

The universe is just a cycle of expansion & contraction. In. Out. In. Out. Endlessly; in & out.

It started & didn't start with one little atom, or tiny particle that in it's masses makes up an atom, however deeply you want to go into it's singular foundation; the very singular soul of existence was this one thing. & through replication it started expanding; like the way our cells replicate. Growing, expanding, extending. So large. Unimaginably large to the mind. Then it shall reach a point where it shrinks. Inwards it goes. The atoms & cells unwind. Backwards they go. Condensing. Right back to its singular original state. & so the cycle begins again.  

The size of this singular entity of all existence ultimately is always just as significant. The conscious mind we nurture is simply addicted to measurements. Size. Time. Place. But ultimately; there is just oneness. Always. Oneness of motion, movement & timelessness. This is how we know that everything is always okay. It is. Worry not for non existence... It simply cannot be anything else, as it is.

August 2015