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Sunday, October 28, 2012

Migration and Navigation



Spanning the globe…
Inherent…Inherited…Intrinsic…Intuitive…   
                             
What makes one form a sense of Migration and Navigation?
Grid of Coriolis force and equal magnetic vertical force over the world… shifts... turn... in turn
The tide of seasons dance upon the air and in the wind of change…the grip of gravity spins…spherical force and undulating force…Ripple out in waves of unseen influence…
Senses take one to the realm of…Sensation…Stimulation…Thinking…
Bringing us closer to the source or driving one away?
Adrift in the void of peripheral vision…the spatial dance of density and light…reeling in a sea of sensation…
What brings one to the point?  
Is it the force of that point already within…?
Or the origin of that motion…deliberating its point?

We span the globe with our technology and still we cannot find... the way…
Environmental…Genetic code…Cellular memory….
What makes a man dance….a bird fly…a fish swim…
What takes one to the wonder and contemplation of the “Why of it all”…
While we… as navigators…circumvent the prescribed sea of humanity…
We map and measure the globe with tools that has allowed the human race to redefine and navigate this sphere in space…covering the globe in an ardent attempt to define that which is home…and that which is unknown…

Pulsing…Spanning the great divide…                                      Probing the essence of thought…
Wondering why it is that when we look out onto the horizon line…we seem misplaced in time…
Out onto the sea of the vast unknown…                                       We stick to the shoreline in our mind…
While others…Who look beyond... develop a sense of direction…
Navigation by the star….suns…by wind...by sea…by day…by night…the vigil of landmarks are keys to the “Ley” way…

“Each kind of plant…each kind of animal is unique in the conditions under which it can most easily obtain the energy so vital to existence”  
     World of Night by Milme

Can it be…through seeing ourselves mirrored in the other systems of life…That can we better understand the dynamic complexities of our own inherent nature…?

“Nature brings us back to our absolute truth whenever we wander” 
     Louis Agassiz

Maritime Fog


Turn round thy denizen of mirrors
Cajoled over thy land and sea.
Marching Beacon…
Parade of light
Muffled with in folds of moisture
Engulfing as thy eternal comforter.
Quilted with punctured mistakes
Drawn by lights fading breaks.
Whose storm held each line
A butte’s twirling skirt
Skirmished the Earth’s shores.
Keys of splintered board
Lost to the tides
It’s treasured hoard.

Rip tide drown
 Thy dreams surfaced ‘round
Quicker than life’s
Breath
Give -ith

IF


IF                                                                                                
Everything is of its self
Does…something exist outside another?
Are they or are they not independent concepts except if sharing attributes?
What then causes the ‘Mode’ of perception IF that which is found free…IS…
And cannot be necessarily measured by eternity
Being expressed through the finite form…
Conceived…to coincide in the residuals of the mind…
When in thought…thinking itself….IS…
Determined in parts that are unique yet necessarily separate…
Finite after ‘its form’…being that everything that is known…IS…
Through the conditions of influences…bias of self regulated causalities in and of the nature of substance….
When Nature is the sum total of the infinite, yet baseless in form, lacks definition….
The linear defense creates ‘invention’ as the byproduct of human deduction therefore the spectrum of seen and unseen converge on the singularities of illusions and myopic void of judgments defines its self though Natura Spectrum…which…IS
The phenomena of cultivated minds…thinking
Think a thought

Allegory and Self


Allegory and Self

If reality is measured by ‘Man’…then is it not also a mirror?
Reflections of the inherent nature
Found in or about him?
Is then…Architecture but one mirror of man?
Found in the Edifice and Fa├žade…to house the Fait Accompli                        (a thing accomplished and presumably irreversible)
Who’s portal imposes the repository of Man
Housing the ‘Seat of the Soul’….
Wherein the question is the ‘Room for Doubt’?
Is it not the reprisal of variegated dispositions that expose the ‘Dualities of Man’ and his vacillation concepts of consciousness?
Administering and Admonishing the fallow of the ‘Mind Fields’…
Rendering the allocated elements of thought to follow neglected standards…
In which ‘Man’ cultivates the top of the Heap…
No wonder we have ruins…..


Thursday, July 8, 2010

The Fate's Test

Klothos whim with her shear so dim waving her delicate blade as the sun fades…she ask of me a question in my life’s quest…”Doth thou have regrets"
Must all time pass me by without love and meaning in my life?...With eyes shut my body cast adrift in the sea of uncertainty, only to divine a hope for strength within me~

Pivoting pulse spins me through time…My subtle frame now reclined…So the Norn’s do swing with twine in hand and pendulum to my chest …And all the while I smile but do not jest... for love is sacred and of truth is blessed~

I look not away from the rhythm and hum of the motion and swing of a Damocles like tongue…Nor do I shut my eyes for the shout of passion and glow of life still penetrates beyond my orbs…so I bow and reflect to remove any distain…embracing all that is of subtle refrain to know that deep within me something feels… so I remain~

Cool and motionless fears do rise… for there have been tides I did know and quell…Toast and cheer filled the vessel of an endless well…Yet in the bittersweet quass I did drink to the drops of ever last as long as there is truth here in this glass~

So forged now through understanding and tempered by passions’ fire I am alive...I am aware……YET…In my start I sought to dwell in the warmth of an unconditional heart…Not of my own beating mind you but against the crest of life’s turbid storm…So to remain or be forlorn~

Cast adrift in the sea of emotions and sonar’s songs…I reach out to embrace a beacon of hope bobbing and dashing against the void…Yet in my hands…held fast in my grasp are rocks and stones I fear to let go for they are all that I have ever known~

My body so frail did grope the diving tower that did not float….The endless shadows consume my voice…Slashing waves reduce my flesh…Am I so small against such test?...Do I lay anchor…is there a bottom…Do I rest~

Off in the sea of flux and uncertainty is there a rope for me?...Will I ever be free?~

Why must I seek to find comforts outside myself lest in time to forget myself…So… I let go of the stones held fast from the past…I rise above and am free at last

No Man's Land

Here I am in the flux and flow


My heart wishes to bloom and grow

Yet my mind’s persistence says…let go

For nothing here can the wind blow …

And pain is not the only truth I have known



So I question everything inside… Whispered…I choose not to hide

All the depths to take a dive... Shouted…Let loose and let me thrive!

For the unknown makes me alive…. In Childlike fascination...Yet how am I to survive



So awake in No Man’s Land…

My tongue… cannot taste

My limbs do not quake

My eyes no longer see

I am bound …yet free



Molten senses in periphery

I feel just beyond the breath

Caress of shadows dart about my breast

Bare boned I shutter in the welted vesture

All that is…removed…there is nothing left

Last threads are pure…I resist no measure



The limbo quickens like sand in my mind

Transition to the downward spiral lures me

Trepidation to shut down all that I am within…

But wait…this is when it starts to get interesting…

Floating on the surface of the Void …

Resistance to the Soul afire…purgatory to let me burn yet not heal

Until I find my voice…only then can I feel



In my rational mind… towering walls hold me in

Not a door or window to view the sun setting

Add another brick…or new mortar to set in…

This structure I call skin…

Where do I begin…where do I end

Building up…Tearing down…

Reinforcements from what I have found



Denying the connection to my soul

The fortress…this keep… with a forgotten key

Dark discord forces me to bolt upright…

So this is all that I have know…Yet…to accept the darkness I did hide



This temple….This of a fountainous flesh

briars upon the mountains in a serrated test

Like Sleeping Beauty awaiting the first kiss

Yet that fairy tale is not on my list



Should I take the scenic route

Let rage pour out the colors of my ways

Oh…This is where I just begin… unfold in emotional array



Toe to toe I cannot touch

The drawn and quartered sense has left me open

The resistance to feel… to express through tactile sense

The vellum wall of silence I has been dampened …to now I am residing

In this barrier called my skin…seeks to move beyond the within



The feeling comes first…the effects sublime

Daunting light in a dewy glow… Then wavering ….

Shadows dash upon the rocks of my discord

Raw energy…pushes me through like a birth



Twisted comfort of familiar pain

The pillars of my disdain

Like Cerebral Paisley

Open the doors

Sounds of consuming the intuiting the flow...


Drinking from the nexus of the spirit or the dynamic sips from the charismatic closeness...we are all energy of one form or another and to question the force that which deliberates the flow is the Jiminy cricket on your shoulder begging the conscious...even in the intention...

does one deliberate the motion of thought...gives force...gives form...sound...energy...being...reverberate the point of being



Knowledge is earned...skill is learned...so what is the will to discern ~