It propels itself up
to the inky sky,
letting go of the gravity
of situation.
I wish I had the fortitude
to last.
To finish up.
I stay on the road,
crashing through boundary
and convention.
My life doesn't allow
the freedom of not caring.
An open heart is a chain
that forces destiny
to follow the forbidden paths.
This road, none other than
a precipice.
A free fall through
a field of silver;
a blinding burn.
I awake with the razor-intake
of deep breath.
Dayze in the life
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Thursday, November 25, 2010
Untitled
Why do I tremble these days?
Shake myself to pieces
in the centre of this hurricane.
A fear so sacred it doesn't
shout, it whispers.
Chill-cold of a mountain that pushes down on me.
I am aligned with a void that opens
gash-mouthed maw into my soul.
Shudder those tree tops.
Rooted to the molten core of earth.
We can only shine forth,
with a ferocious scream.
A singular intention
to be.
I am.
Nothing in particular,
everything in regard.
I am.
In the centre.
Expanded out. Like a canvas across the starry sky.
Storms are out to sea. I am here.
On the sand and crying.
Crying, long lost child in this universal stream.
Oh why; why do I tremble these days?
An axis. A central column to orientate me.
An silent core that rushes its strength into my frame.
Why do I still tremble?
Shake myself to pieces
in the centre of this hurricane.
A fear so sacred it doesn't
shout, it whispers.
Chill-cold of a mountain that pushes down on me.
I am aligned with a void that opens
gash-mouthed maw into my soul.
Shudder those tree tops.
Rooted to the molten core of earth.
We can only shine forth,
with a ferocious scream.
A singular intention
to be.
I am.
Nothing in particular,
everything in regard.
I am.
In the centre.
Expanded out. Like a canvas across the starry sky.
Storms are out to sea. I am here.
On the sand and crying.
Crying, long lost child in this universal stream.
Oh why; why do I tremble these days?
An axis. A central column to orientate me.
An silent core that rushes its strength into my frame.
Why do I still tremble?
Monday, November 22, 2010
Understood
I've thrown my heart space
onto rough ground.
Death a beat intense around my head.
I held your breathe for you. I held it
deep in my bones.
You moaned if I left. You asked me to stay a little.
I stayed. I witnessed.
I never knew it felt so tight in my chest.
All. The. Time.
Mortality beats in my blood
and I sit with you.
Curtains closed for you, light too intense
when there is a tunnel blazing.
The rattle of a sigh
shouting, "suffer no more life".
I will carry your frame into
a new world. A place we both
can finally, once we pass, call
home.
onto rough ground.
Death a beat intense around my head.
I held your breathe for you. I held it
deep in my bones.
You moaned if I left. You asked me to stay a little.
I stayed. I witnessed.
I never knew it felt so tight in my chest.
All. The. Time.
Mortality beats in my blood
and I sit with you.
Curtains closed for you, light too intense
when there is a tunnel blazing.
The rattle of a sigh
shouting, "suffer no more life".
I will carry your frame into
a new world. A place we both
can finally, once we pass, call
home.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Untitled
If I let go,
where do I fall to?
Is there a space in this
for me to land?
I feel myself moving at blurring speed,
teetering,
tottering.
This void within I grasp at,
let go at,
scream at, rage at, fall feet first at.
Teaches me to let be.
I can't not force it, force of will.
I tired out, tremble out, muscle shakeshakeshake.
Sweat tumbling torrential pour.
I have no eyes
and finally...I exhausted,
I see.
where do I fall to?
Is there a space in this
for me to land?
I feel myself moving at blurring speed,
teetering,
tottering.
This void within I grasp at,
let go at,
scream at, rage at, fall feet first at.
Teaches me to let be.
I can't not force it, force of will.
I tired out, tremble out, muscle shakeshakeshake.
Sweat tumbling torrential pour.
I have no eyes
and finally...I exhausted,
I see.
Defining
What is a definition but a holding space for the ego to rest into.
It needs to hold a concept within itself. Defining itself by the concepts and definitions it made up in the first place. Well, it made up by virtue of being born into a collective social context and the nurturing of our perspectives through the associations we make.
Life is pushing us beyond the borders of self-imposed boundaries. Things you think you need in order to be happy, in order to be content, they are like shifting sands on the screen of awareness. Neti neti - not this not that. Resting into the awareness of all arising phenomena without holding onto needing or wanting a concept of a situation.
Melt into what is right in front of you. The client who has asked for your services - serve in the moment. The friend whose eyes meet yours in communion - commune in that moment. A deeply held embrace honoured and cherished in that moment; then get ready for work.
If we drop our concepts and allow the felt-sense of this moment meet us fully we realise there is no need to crave, to be averse, to struggle with our reality. It requires a brutal honesty with the heart of the world we so want to surrender to.
Surrender is not another act that we try and do. It is the ultimate non-doing, an intense letting go of our needs. The tantrums of the ego dim themselve into a small hum in the distance of our consciousness as the universe is made our centre.
So I choose this moment: surrender. Not as an act of will but as an act of faith that there is nothing to fear in being no definition; absolutely nothing at all.
It needs to hold a concept within itself. Defining itself by the concepts and definitions it made up in the first place. Well, it made up by virtue of being born into a collective social context and the nurturing of our perspectives through the associations we make.
Life is pushing us beyond the borders of self-imposed boundaries. Things you think you need in order to be happy, in order to be content, they are like shifting sands on the screen of awareness. Neti neti - not this not that. Resting into the awareness of all arising phenomena without holding onto needing or wanting a concept of a situation.
Melt into what is right in front of you. The client who has asked for your services - serve in the moment. The friend whose eyes meet yours in communion - commune in that moment. A deeply held embrace honoured and cherished in that moment; then get ready for work.
If we drop our concepts and allow the felt-sense of this moment meet us fully we realise there is no need to crave, to be averse, to struggle with our reality. It requires a brutal honesty with the heart of the world we so want to surrender to.
Surrender is not another act that we try and do. It is the ultimate non-doing, an intense letting go of our needs. The tantrums of the ego dim themselve into a small hum in the distance of our consciousness as the universe is made our centre.
So I choose this moment: surrender. Not as an act of will but as an act of faith that there is nothing to fear in being no definition; absolutely nothing at all.
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