Then suddenly I noticed, that the part of my mind that was afraid was no longer ringing - it was singing.
- Sometime in 2018 or 2019
Then suddenly I noticed, that the part of my mind that was afraid was no longer ringing - it was singing.
- Sometime in 2018 or 2019
When the light shines
and we see the forgotten and the unclean
that remains
we have an opportunity to clean
on a stovetop
or inside of us
It is known by the seers of the void that they will stop at nothing to move together through the fight. Though the chances spit on their hope, they do not hinder the being of Truth. Appeasing mind with a word stream does nothing for the trapped emotions, which sizzle invisibly and pull the strings within, starkening the yearning void inside. Fix me or kill me, he feels. The middle ground is torture.
Craving engenders itself.
Obtained, another one takes its place.
Fulfilled, it is replaced by fear of losing it.
Musts are untrue
No hardness is absolute
What may seem unavoidable
Are only grooves, trenches
Where gravity seduces our flow to caress
Yet choice can climb any slope
Guide any flow
With focus, a wide flow condenses
Into any direction and form
No canyon is unscalable
All space can be traversed
Such is this weave of nothing
That we play
Musts may feel comfortable to some.
They demarcate clear paths,
Defer authority to another
Automate choice and will
The pangs of failure are dulled by the sheltered victim
The pleasures along the way, often known and enjoyed
Musts bound the experience space
Oh, can these borders congeal
Feels simple to stay by the swimming pool edges
The rest may feel wild and unknown
Yet the self yearns an ergodic journey
Not until one lets go
Can one experience the ocean
Listen
Unhide
Straighten your velcro hooks, pull them towards you. It prevents lint from getting stuck on them.
Bring in your energy strands, cover yourself with them with a smooth surface like glass. It prevents your energy from getting stuck on others' hooks.
Direct breath groundwards,
Energy moves through the dense.
Direct breath skywards,
Energy moves through the light.
We meet. Energy, excitement upon meeting.
We diverge. Longing, energy dispersal upon divergence.
May our intention expand to fill our space.
Other things do, otherwise, like distractions.
Breath pulses thus.
Naked trees, sleeping trees, quiver softly under a grey blue sky. Ten thousand wooden fingers, painting in empty space. Ten thousand strands of lightning, from root to cold twig.
Wave of being
Delights in
exploring new pathways
above below and beyond
finds secret tunnels within its form
In fluid allowance, it feels joy by the friction
Of the self with itself
Of erosion of walls, edges, thorns
Of the smoothing of the self
Cleansing of our arena
From unkempt brush to dance floor
Where we surf, flow, squeeze, fly
Being love and joy
Feeling ourselves full
Free
A formless blob of rage, held in check by a proficient controller, keenly aware of societal boundaries. Pulled back again and again from its dream explosion, it lies waiting in its bloated chamber, brimming to the top, sphincters tight shut so often they are dry, rigid, unsure if they remember how to release. They only acquiesce to trickling sadness, enough to relieve pressure. Just enough. Inside the chamber, the old liquid continues to stagnate and rot.
Tired of these roles.
Tired of her defensiveness
Evasions
Coyness
Expectation of action
Retreat
Fear of advances
Fear of ulteriors
Tired of my hunting
Seeking
Impressing
Gambling
Offering
Hoping
Expectation of reception
Attacks
Fear of producing fear
Fear of rejection
Fear of opening up and noticing she does not want to
Tired of these
Roles
The active mode changes the State of the world from one to another.
The contemplative mode observes. Feels.
One quarter blue
Three quarters green
Wing iridescence
Cute, surviving
Symmetric
Like us
Little dinosaurs
At my Adobe internship, my desk is located on the Southeast corner of the third floor, as shown on this floor sketch:
*(which was never drawn)*.
During the day, I take occasional journeys to the...
*(5 years later)*...
snack bar, where I get coffee, water, and snacks. On my way back, I've found two competing alternative paths. One is composed of four straight segments connected by straight angles, simple and shorter. The other one traverses ~ten smaller such segments, and makes its way through a simple maze of cubicles that one feels is not the shorter path
Yet I tend to prefer the second path. Why? Because the first one, on its last segment, walks right past 10 other interns in the same research area as me, and we tend to exchange awkward and forces smiles that I feel I'm pushing through as I walk there. I feel it takes more energy for me to walk that path than to walk a slightly longer distance and turn on my path left and right in an arbitrary sequence.
This leads me to state that there is such a thing as Social Friction. A force that resists movement along a path by repelling behavior (to the mover/observer) exhibited by societal members placed close to this path.
Many moments I feel there's no one around to share with, and I feel lonely. I forget how rich my world is. This night, I will share with you: Moon. Air. Trees. Breath.
En este mundo, entre bombas gigantescas, destrucción errática, buses citadinos regulares, restricciones veneradas, perspectivas inigualables, margaritas delicadas, esporas felices, ocio inexhaustible, economías fluctuantes, matemáticas inmutables, confusiones frívolas, sentimientos bioquímicos, magias intangibles, fervores colectivos, altruismos artificiales, glorias nocivas, pulsaciones ultradimensionales, vastedades desconocidas, sutilezas inefables, temores secretos, gobiernos pendulares, tiempo inexorable, propósitos efímeros, esencias de jojoba, sinfonías simultáneas, silencios apurados, gigantes esferas gráciles, bellezas desintentadas, orificios geográficos, naturalezas regulares, balances invisibles, crecimientos exponenciales, homomorfismos infinitos, paradojas verdaderas, decisiones continuas, restricciones auto-impuestas, estereotipos acertados, suposiciones obsoletas, lógica persistente, logística inevitable, esfuerzos absolutos, menguas constantes, búsquedas ortogonales, éxitos inconsecuentes, legados culturales, lenguajes convergentes, colores incrustados, proporciones auditivas, topologías neurales, jerarquías aceptadas, helicópteros diminutos, chocolates cremosos, ideas olvidadas, cariños inequívocos, abundancia desechada, necesidades ilusorias, amor mítico, conciencia absoluta, gases libres, aire fresco,
Estoy.
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