The meditative man

I have gone on a spiritual journey. My entire life was all really just a spiritual journey. Through ups and downs it's all a test to see if the essence (light) that you started off with will leave you . That's the only thing from the past that I really hold on to. That ever-burning light, that beauty. All life is beauty though. In it's most simplest form, without all the complications. Today I saw many things through my perception of space, time, and the world. My understanding of these visions wasn't new, but the way in which I saw them was. I saw the answer to many questions. In my minds eye I saw a man, like any other. He was sitting down, straight, attentive, as if he was between sleep and the waking world. As the vision got clearer I saw that he was naked. He was sitting in the middle of the train. At first I got a glimpse of him from the front. Then suddenly he was facing the other way. He let off a sort of aura and I immediately thought of Jesus, Buddha, etc. I was fixated on the word enlightenment. And then in the space between the man and everybody else I saw an immense flow of energy. Words fail to explain, but if I had to I would say it was a mass circulation of emotions and conscious states of being. I saw that in the space surrounding the man the energy was erratic, sort of like fists being pounded against each other, as if it was fighting itself. All this transcended pass what we call matter . It consisted of everything that ever was, is, and will be. A flash and it was all gone. I saw that everyone around the man stood watching him, perplexed, amazed, angry, awed. And the more they looked the more the energy was changed within them. When I looked closer I saw that the meditative man was a mirror. He was a reflection of every person on that train cart. He was at balance with the entire universe and himself, for he realized it was one and the same.

The wound

The wound doesn't hurt

The reason for the bloodshed does

The care that wasn't there

Replaced by intent not to mend

But to hurt

And as it leaks I am reminded

That I thirst for sense

Holding back the hatred that seems so dense

Forgive but not to forget

Love more, hate less

Don't be like the rest

For on that path you'll find

No rest

Composition of understanding.

When confronted by conscious states( actually unconscious states) of being that take up low levels of dimensionality we face the fear of being transformed into them, of being sucked into a vortex of thoughtless-ness. But this fear is predetermined as your reality lies in your hands alone. why worry? If the key to supreme being and energy just lies in understanding. In compassion . In this sense compassion means to be taken by the passion of others. To not only sympathize but to empathize. To understand and therefore to root out all evil.  

Train

Pillars for the city

Gliding past

Holding up the hearts and minds

going fast

Never sleeping

Never dreaming

Moments

Never last

And so the city

of lights

Feels the crash

Oblivious

That we are

off track.

 

The conundrum

To be or not to be, that is the question!
To be ..the greatest I can be, to achieve the greatest I can achieve, to live to the fullest potentiality that a man could live to. To build, to conquer, to inspire, to be inspired, to be driven. or not to be... For what purpose? For the pursuit of happiness? For the pursuit of knowledge? In wisdom there is no suffering, but in nothingness there is also no suffering. What is the point to all this madness, in this machine-like world that swallows you alive if you only let it. Isnt it better not to be? In that nothingness and silence no energy is wasted. the entire cosmos in the palm of your hand. in that nothingness there is a deep understanding. All the possibilities are shown to you while you lay dormant. All of them real. As real as you are.

The silent sheep

We ponder
questions unanswered
the future remains 
unknown
unsown
we think we are alone
the trials of man
in between 
the sands
of time
with hands
stained of crimes
as hearts beg to shine
reaching for the divine
mind becomes a mime
color inside the lines
try, lie
bye

Vivid dreams

My thoughts light a fuse in my head that forever burns. Do my dreams portray my true self? Sometimes I think my life is a dream. But what would dreams be called then? Inception. Am I living? Or am I dead waiting to live. Maybe that’s what happens when we die. Maybe we are dying our whole lives, just to live in the end. So many misconceptions of what it really means to live, to be free, to love. They say this is what makes us human. The capacity to love. But what about all the hate. All the history constantly repeating itself, all a cycles of destruction and tears and death. For what? For short-lived power, money, territory? The  absurdity of this fact makes me think long and hard. Makes me think about the world we all live on as one species. We are supposed to all be human! But denial springs from the depths of my understanding.  How could any human kill another soul, another life form, a piece of yourself dying as you pull that trigger, as you push hard into her stomach with the knife and watch the light disappear from her eyes. And It kills me.  Tears roll down my cheeks this very moment. Now I’m waiting to live. Waiting for the day when we drop our guns, when we push our books off the tables, when we awaken and remain stagnant no more. Not realizing that you could have it all. Not realizing that you have the capacity to break all the chains they put on you. And my soul retracts and reshapes and erupts not with that same hate, but with an urge to break free! An urge to send my message to the world.  How long this message will take I don’t know. But one thing I do know is that we must awaken from this dream. We must learn how to truly live, to love unconditionally as we all have when we were brought to this place. This place where reality is what we make it, where the physical is made by an emotion, a thought.  That’s where it all starts. You have the power to fix all your problems.  You have the power to heal the world. It starts with one thought, that thought forms a word. But remember, words are nothing without meaning. Without emotion. And when the words hate, death, and fear have been taken away from our dictionaries as well as our minds, will we truly be free.