Of The Victorious and Dead

Life filter's through cloud's of empty matter, charged with intention and hope, it forms shimmering dreams on the landscape of receptive matter, for when the brain grasps, verily it does Find, and begins to be Filled, with the Divine?

Action for the sake of action, served whom? Is the soul slaveing day in and day out at McDonalds any different from the one who endeavours at a non-profit org? It is the endless seeking of differentiation that drains Us, "I am this, but not THAT..." so where do we turn when life is neither fun nor song? Do we create a road to walk and wreck, or do we accept the simply peace that comes from Just Being?

People keep asking, "what's going on?"... I would like to know that myself, for the shifting [paramiter's of textual experiance are holding less and less on an existance increaseingly undressed. I am naked. Summon up images of sexual reveries or buddhist planeness of you must, or simply summon nothing at all and let me be. With You?

Why does the Warrior spend his entire life perfecting the art of battle, if only to lay down the Sword when he is beyond being harmed? Why does the heart spend it's entire existance Seeking a Beloved if only to breathe it's last and die in peace when she comes? Yet is the warrior no longer deadly, is the heart no longer feeling?

I could sing rightful odes of joy, to offer contrast when the inevitable odes of sorrow come. Or I can remain in the Silent Core. And offer no contrast for Nothing. I AM.

In my life many a prophet has predicted the world's end, the dates came and left, here I AM. In my life I have hoped for many beginnings and endings, the dates came and went, even fulfillment leaves me, I AM.

I now live in this small home, with three baby black kittens, a 1yr old sacred cat, Tula. My father, and Carly. This arrangement shall be untill one or all of Us deceides to create.... better? I don't know how visions of Ireland, Hawaii, or Canada, or Pennsylvania shall Change me, but there I will be. Even if I just remain in San Antonio, remain a visionary with no wealth, a king with no kingdom, my empire is within, now shared with a lover and a friend, and our army of cats. This is my life, this is my sin, staining the dreamscapes of many, yet neither offering ambrosia or poison, just a Presence. The Sun has a Moon, yet we both shall fade from the mutual sky, untill the day, the rest of you choose to join Us, on the Immortal Planes of Beauty, where we remained Unchanged, even as we held eachother for the very first time. Mew

Daylight Dancer

Answer me, it can't be so hard
Cry to relieve what's in your heart
Desolation, grief and agony

Trying to move
down in this grave
Trying to believe in every faith
As another bridge to clarity

Want to stay another way

Take another chance
to find a distant sanity
and turn your pain in truth
Take another chance
to fight a different enemy
and try to free it

Dance with me,
it can't be so hard
Time to reveal
what's in your heart
Desolation
grief and agony

Walking through a life decayed
while you're repeating
your mistakes
There's another chance
to try to get away

Take another chance
to find a distant sanity
and turn your pain in truth
Take another chance
to fight a different enemy
and try to free it

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Darkness spirals
Into dreams of dew-annointed tulips
Awakening after the hard spring rains
Courtesey of the Thunder God
Unto a still-cloudy sky;
Unsure of thier next stepping stone
Into wakefulness?
After sleeping beckons the petals once more
Dragging them deeper inside the damp
Womb of All Existance

Are they still standing outside?
Your innocent window with the Light
Blue shutters
&
Lace curtains

Look Again!