Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Meditation on Nothing

Nothing is so important.
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Nothing is happening.
Nothing is that important.
Nothing shocks me anymore.
Nothing is farther from the truth.
Have Nothing to fear.
I have Nothing to say.
I know Nothing.
The world owes you Nothing.
Nothing is certain.
There is Nothing I can do.
Nothing is worth worrying about.
There is Nothing to hide.
You are Nothing to me.
Nothing is real.
There is Nothing worth living for.
Nothing Matters.
It could be Nothing.
Nothing makes me happy.
All for Nothing.
There's Nothing in your way.
I want for Nothing
I paid Nothing for it.
All or Nothing at all.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Whose Self is It Anyway?

In my dialogue with Yuka Honda
In her blog titled 
The Natural Process


ps. 
You say: "to love, you can't prioritize yourself."

Who is Self?
Play with Self.

yourself
Your Self?
Whose Self?

Is Self mine or yours? Who does self belong to anyway?

If I Constitute Self as your lover, as your friend, as your neighbor and your enemy then
I am you. You are me.

All there is is loving Self. 

If I am you, and I prioritize Self, you would surely love I did so.

Sincerely, 

YOUR Self

Reply to Yuka Honda

In my dialogue with Yuka Honda
On her blog titled 
The Natural Process


There is the birth of cells and the death of cells...yes.

The sprouting of a blade of grass and rot.
There is not battle here. All is as it is.

I want so much to call it all a battle. I need something to push against
to feel alive. To live life with no commentary would be intolerable. 

There would be nothing to say, and only to Be, but this would be the death of Me.

I must call it a battle so I have a role here.

Now I am Hero. 
Now Victim. 
Now Bully.

Three choices there are in this age old folly. 

Step out of time with me. See the minds fiction. 
If you see that I suffer I've made my own friction.

Is the terrorist Bacteria friendly?
Is the American Bacteria unfriendly?

Which is which?

My life force says which ever perspective helps me to live is the friendly one.

Happiness. I tried to grab it once and spent my life grasping for it. I open my hand and close them to take hold of it. Like air it always squished out between my fingers. As long as I looked for it it wasn't where I was.

Yuka, thanks for opening me up to this expression!



 

Myspace is God

I look at you and remember
how I broke apart.

Just being here can be like that.

It has as much to do with you as me though.

So painful. This separation seems like you are there
and I am here and great is the chasm to cross
to unite once again.

We get loud with each other to close the distance, to be heard, known.

Know this.

MySpace is God.
We are MySpace.

Listen for me and I am next to you.

Can you feel that?
Me there with you behind your eyes.

I am in there now.

Feel that breath in your chest.

I am in there now.

Breathe deeply. Take it all. Give it back.

We're God now...together.

We Are Evolution

We are evolution.

There is no battle to be won.
So stop.

Pour unhappy from your cup
like yesterdays coffee sludge.

Make space for a fresh view.

All is new
All is new
All is new

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Valentines Day

Happy Valentines Day My Love!

KwiYoung,

I am lazy to get a rose;
they become pale and wilt and rot.

I loathe finding sweets;
their inspiration last only moments.

I could drag myself to get a card by another and put my name on his words;
it would never be from my own heart.

My Eternal Love;

My finger traces 'round your face, your eyes, your ears, lips.

I ruminate upon your smell, a field of wheat, your touch, the berries waving in the wind, your gaze, the dark earth from which abundance springs forth, and my blue eyes the sky, always open to your every move.

And I am moved.

Moved so that I rain down tears of endless joy upon you.
Moved so that every bit of light must burn its light through me to you.
Moved so that all I am is surrendered every moment with gratitude only God and I can comprehend.

Throw your earthen self into the sky and I will hold each granule of you

suspended

in love
always.