A notebook bulletin board
tacked on when randomly bored
applied thoughts in a scribblebook
open for the world to look who passes by
so fast to see like a needle in a haystack we
safely stash those innermost secrets thought to be
at least you see languishing up and into pristine
blossoms for you to pick and sniff and hope
they don't make you sick.

4/29/13

A mended paper

We are part of the universal quill 
The ink that matters from the dark
Packed in a barrel invisible to this world
The nib forged of an element
Discovered winking in the Sun.

And the lightest agent of combustion 
To produce water will be crowned 
By a long buried sigil for unearthing.

So let flow the mimicry of your creeds
Letting angels bleed stardust and demons  
Sow seeds so the trail of lies you've left behind 
Staining the very fabric of our lives might
Be worth revising now if you don't mind.

Questionings

What is behavior if not a symptom of what is happening?

Since it seems to be modified for different audiences,
what modifications, if any, take place for one's self?

If one must ask what's happening, may one ever know?
Go ahead and ask yourself, why behave like that?




4/3/13

Dream Harder

When we dream, we access reservoirs of impossible memories. How so? Easily. Realize: "magic" (embedded within "imagination") appears to literally be the force behind creation itself. (Look no further than the Uncertainty Principle for proof of this.) Most of us forget there are four possible known states of matter (not just the three typical states of solid, liquid, and gas). The fourth known state is plasma (lightning itself is a form of it). My point? To remind you to realize that the entire universe--every galaxy, fusioning star, planetary system, ecological niche, asteroid, mineral, protein, bacteria, molecule, and atom--is inherently connected to each other in a single tapestry. The complete "Big Picture" of our existence should be understood as a "singularity", that is, something which may best be described as having the quality of "Oneness." Anyone reading this should already know by now that there appears to be more "empty space" in between the molecules which make up everything in existence than the amount of matter itself.

So how does all this relate to dreaming? Let's stop the busy pace of our routines for a moment and take a look around us. Everything we see, hear, smell, taste, touch, and feel exists in a universe which somehow dreamed us up out of oblivion and in return we ourselves dream of absolutely anything imagineable while we've lapsed back into unconsciousness during sleep. This "little sleep" we experience nightly appears to be a fractal of the "bigger sleep" we all must face, death itself. And so it goes. Death being the gateway (the "omega" to our birth's "alpha") through which this cyclical process continues endlessly as we are each individually restored to "Ground Zero" (the interminable period directly after the "Big Bang" and prior to the formation of stars). Thus matter itself appears to be eternally recycled through this universal process, and here we are today, with only one thing left to do. Dream harder.