tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57346106245298852372024-03-08T15:25:52.339+10:00in decisionincensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-29713705668070240742021-07-23T22:45:00.003+10:002021-07-23T22:45:22.199+10:00with you <p> the time that has passed by. vivid dreams in hope and of desires that fit into a vision yet to realise, to bloom. held aloft the self is, through delusion and inertia, encapsulated only in a montage of false recognition; awaiting to be held close, softly and with the all, by and..</p>incensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-5764639442242693372021-07-23T22:36:00.002+10:002021-07-23T22:36:25.334+10:00wait<p>..until time shades me full of light, shows nature true to its power, allows hidden to be seen; wait until the masquerade wants to lift and the self allows to be free, from self, fear and opens to knowledge. when the mind draws the seeker through realised sights, belief and understanding, until then I shall and will continue to.. </p>incensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-62432567911564567262018-10-01T17:06:00.001+10:002018-10-01T17:06:46.685+10:00will I rememberthe last butterfly<br />
<br />
leaves that made me cry<br />
<br />
a heart so large<br />
<br />incensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-72886370598291980202017-04-29T18:38:00.001+10:002017-04-29T18:38:09.891+10:00awakeningwithout a home<br />
not fixed as the root seems<br />
never feeling alone<br />
<br />
opening<br />
<br />
to find a goal<br />
shaped passed a measure once thought<br />
freedom of moment<br />
<br />
to sleep<br />
<br />
and to dream ofincensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-51113726540731596962016-07-16T20:29:00.000+10:002016-07-16T21:01:48.749+10:00inside and out and everywhere like a rubberball in an open field<br />
<br />
given too much freedom to realise you are trapped by your own confines<br />
<br />
of realism<br />
<br />
of excepted societal norms<br />
<br />
of the now<br />
<br />
wanting only to be held too tight<br />
shown freedom to just be<br />
<br />
to dance<br />
<br />
gripped by the loops of mind<br />
grappling to hope, salvation<br />
<br />
understanding<br />
of a different view<br />
<br />
of how once you were<br />
<br />
and now<br />
wish to beincensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-8144521504173652852016-06-04T17:57:00.000+10:002016-07-16T20:12:16.723+10:00and farstartlingly real pain that washes over and over<br />
<br />
wanting only to be enshrined, engulfed<br />
<br />
by sensation by thought<br />
<br />
a construct of delusion and joy<br />
realities that may not exist past the confines<br />
<br />
of skin<br />
heart<br />
<br />
you want only to believe in that moment<br />
with only the pleasures existent because of you<br />
<br />
unknowingly forced to stop and see<br />
go outside the walls<br />
<br />
seeking but unable to hold onto<br />
depth, the warmth<br />
<br />
freedom<br />
<br />
to have the soft, plush wool pulled upon you<br />
<br />
when i cant make it play it hurts<br />
where has the mind gone<br />
<br />
like love it is palpable<br />
the only shifts and changes are your repetitive strokes<br />
you dont know how to be fulfilled, back and forth<br />
<br />
only new directions of sound highlight the space around<br />
<br />
not alone but you are<br />
<br />
so alone<br />
<br />
<br />incensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-35299708765413022942016-05-29T20:03:00.000+10:002016-05-29T20:03:15.240+10:00and so shall istrengthening the mind with the knowledge of the past<br />
their experiences<br />
ways<br />
and beliefs<br />
<br />
challenging myself with worlds that feel so apparent<br />
noticed closely within this time<br />
<br />
being allowed makes me feel blessed<br />
honored<br />
and excited by prospect<br />
<br />
of development<br />
peace<br />
and growth<br />
<br />
i cant escape my wonder at how life can always be<br />
at whom i am<br />
and at what place i sit<br />
<br />
in this vast system<br />
evolving time<br />
<br />
death, life and rebirth<br />
nature abides<br />
<br />
<br />
and stunsincensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-20746854464236348612016-04-30T18:20:00.000+10:002016-07-16T20:13:12.252+10:00Am I me?<br />
One day I'm wandering along<br />
A path dropping away<br />
By a river<br />
I imagined life lived next to it<br />
Escaped<br />
Free<br />
Challenged<br />
Then I see it, real, believed, necessary<br />
The next day I un-box a new tv<br />
Using money for material<br />
Needless pleasure<br />
Electronic joy<br />
Unchallenged<br />
Safe<br />
<br />
Who am I really?incensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-81030651314987651602016-04-03T20:24:00.000+10:002016-04-03T20:24:33.805+10:00to feel is to understandcircular motion allows me the deep insight<br />
<br />
i watched my mind<br />
<br />
found strength behind forms<br />
<br />
having now<br />
wanting be<br />
<br />
<br />
i imagine the next life is evermore passionate<br />
as this one can make me feel ecstatic incensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-1662798620470653082016-03-24T22:01:00.001+10:002016-03-24T22:01:09.513+10:00behind the veneeri apologise for mistakes i make<br />
my haste and sense lose time and belief<br />
i drop from space<br />
allowing only thoughts and touch<br />
mechanic motions that are not present<br />
<br />
my being is whole without my mind present<br />
<br />
i lose the moment around me<br />
and sometimes it saddens me<br />
<br />
i grasp<br />
try to breathe it in<br />
<br />
get lost and cycle within<br />
<br />
without me i am not myself<br />
so?<br />
to my loss?<br />
<br />
to yours?<br />
<br />
<br />
so i hideincensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-74434044803621717462016-02-05T22:59:00.000+10:002016-02-05T22:59:11.038+10:00amassed abovedropped among lose ends<br />
i traipsed within time<br />
encompassed by its whole<br />
slipping only when forced<br />
<br />
i do but assume an escape,<br />
as i write said word<br />
<br />
elongated to my own existence, belief<br />
whole honest truths<br />
<br />
not able to realise. that within stems my future<br />
<br />
to be seen<br />
as me<br />
<br />
alone<br />
<br />
rifeincensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-7104895421865250702016-01-23T19:20:00.001+10:002016-01-23T19:20:04.861+10:00am i right?feeling depth understood only from learning<br />
i escape into the void that is mind<br />
perhaps memory<br />
despairingly hope<br />
<br />
seeing the hanging to wit i cling<br />
i let go<br />
understanding that alone i am<br />
me<br />
simple<br />
not inhabited completely by needs influenced. <br />
<br />
selfish perhaps<br />
desiring wholeheartedly to find ease<br />
<br />
safe in the emptiness of being, i sit.<br />
still holding to love, lust, longing and hope<br />
<br />
weakness abides<br />
<br />
is it trust in my beliefs or human touch that i lack?<br />
<br />
i don't want to speak, i have delved deep without knowing why<br />
following the past read<br />
only feeling that it is right<br />
<br />
for now<br />
as i<br />
can only project who i am at face value<br />
as i am not strong enough to be completely free<br />
<br />
yet<br />
<br />
to be me<br />
as i wish, without vice<br />
aloft of desire and need<br />
<br />
i must pine<br />
<br />
my love has changed. <br />
<br />incensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-14322950716156619832015-11-27T20:07:00.000+10:002015-11-27T20:07:27.715+10:00waiting to befor that moment<br />
that place<br />
the escape that is enabled<br />
<br />
shamelessly me<br />
enshrined in a smile<br />
<br />
because of it<br />
<br />
the music<br />
the loop<br />
the levity that i hold dearly as it is where i find my joy<br />
<br />
dancing<br />
alone<br />
within<br />
masked by the beat<br />
lucid to the eternal<br />
<br />
because i can be lost<br />
within myself among the noise<br />
my own being that reaches for a happiness that drapes time<br />
<br />
to forget for me is to hold close<br />
<br />
time<br />
<br />
moment<br />
<br />
visions of the joy passed and the future that lay ahead<br />
<br />
only alive will i feel this passion<br />
<br />
awakening<br />
forgiving<br />
<br />
i shall always beincensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-65964980524060073152015-09-04T21:35:00.000+10:002015-09-04T21:38:36.244+10:00and so it shall beam i but only wanting to be anew<br />
being simply an imprisoned image of my limited vision<br />
acting becoming<br />
while only showing a small sense of self<br />
<br />
a part<br />
withheld within my own scope<br />
<br />
not disappointed<br />
afraid of the reach<br />
or hopeful of a rise<br />
<br />
but<br />
<br />
journeying<br />
<br />
awakening and discovering<br />
<br />
Could what feels slowly be but just a matter of fact of time?<br />
<br />
perhaps i am aloft<br />
empty and void of needless hoping<br />
<br />
as i dont need its will<br />
its talon<br />
<br />
as i am me<br />
<br />
<br />incensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-37064511043988908182015-08-28T22:24:00.001+10:002016-03-25T21:40:17.550+10:00fall down into happinesswhoops there i go,<br />
dropping myself into a hollow<br />
letting my knees go weak, slipping beneath the clouds<br />
leaving space for freedom to abound<br />
<br />
<br />
when we open we unfurl<br />
allowing an existence to seem near,<br />
one that<br />
perhaps<br />
<br />
is not real.<br />
<br />
i often wonder if i were to be strong enough to let go<br />
to be what one knows they have learned<br />
escaped of conformity<br />
free to live with the unknown<br />
<br />
afraid and enlightened<br />
<br />
i wonder if i could be<br />
and would iincensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-44551827075925847132015-08-15T21:44:00.000+10:002015-08-15T22:08:58.609+10:00whole againfeeling strong emotions, unable to discern<br />
<br />
from the pain of need, want, desire<br />
to the longing for lust, greed and hope<br />
<br />
awash with self i have been but unable to contain<br />
my empty thoughts<br />
my pain<br />
<br />
self involved so deep within my mind<br />
left to believe that i am mine<br />
<br />
falsifying my own existence to pray for a stronger day<br />
unable to see, to realise that the shame shows me the way<br />
<br />
beyond minutes and hours, those periods that make me feel so weak<br />
at he knees, lost again, helplessly<br />
caught up with blinkers on<br />
<br />
i should feel ashamed.<br />
<br />
when i understand after time passed, i do but open up once more<br />
forgiving others<br />
forgiving hate<br />
releasing myself<br />
<br />
i can be in control but i digress<br />
<br />
i smile<br />
i feign<br />
<br />
until i can beincensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-58499284358389784892015-04-03T19:33:00.001+10:002015-04-03T19:33:20.422+10:00i don't eat lambsitting aloft<br />
gorging on but feed<br />
fat with content<br />
<br />
facts only false<br />
life a wasted speck<br />
<br />
in space and time most immeasurable<br />
i sit silently<br />
<br />
enjoying my mind, too much<br />
traveling from past through future <br />
at each point trying to let go some more<br />
<br />
to not want<br />
desire<br />
feel<br />
<br />
tripping along the journey<br />
happy and free<br />
<br />
i am me<br />
<br />
and?incensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-86697510794467529062015-01-26T22:04:00.000+10:002016-03-25T21:59:10.376+10:00How do I put them out?Darkened through shadows thought<br />
A life in a time not felt honest<br />
I become confused<br />
Unable to see myself<br />
My heart<br />
Belief <br />
<br />
Simple time in now shows me full<br />
<br />
Of life<br />
<br />
Of time<br />
<br />
Of happiness<br />
<br />
The sounds of life resound around meincensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-53793829903525648162014-12-06T19:55:00.000+10:002014-12-06T19:55:03.080+10:00to the starsi'm not lost only looking<br />
saddened by this world, human existence, that we live within<br />
<br />
now feeling a small path will make a big difference<br />
wanting our need for a symbiotic relationship to be forthgiving<br />
<br />
seeing shapes given over to each material being<br />
<br />
i feel forgiven<br />
<br />
pleaded upon though to make a change<br />
never feared of, for time will eliminate<br />
<br />
our hope will only stretch us so far<br />
<br />
without realisation we will be lostincensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-43871216650091186892014-11-23T22:24:00.000+10:002014-11-23T22:35:30.527+10:00feelingto realise that letting go is simply being within moments<br />
this second and beyond. a moment is so deep<br />
<br />
held for eternity<br />
awoken to happiness<br />
<br />
open to the all<br />
<br />
truly alive<br />
honest<br />
strong <br />
<br />
encapsulated by the breath, the senses<br />
<br />
not wanting<br />
of past or future<br />
<br />
to only beincensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-19484837885998824562014-11-01T22:48:00.001+10:002014-11-01T22:48:10.528+10:00i amstopped for a moment<br />
feeling life now<br />
no thought<br />
no mind<br />
all emotions emptied<br />
lost<br />
a wholesome freedom from the electric noise<br />
going on without knowing<br />
<br />
elapsed<br />
separated<br />
full<br />
<br />
the desire to be<br />
sharing drawn<br />
<br />
hopping gayly<br />
<br />
ever the fool incensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-5064877427938864322014-10-19T22:32:00.000+10:002014-10-19T22:32:50.575+10:00to hearmaking shapes at will<br />
own forms from a taught paradigm<br />
shifting, feeling momentum is forward<br />
<br />
is it<br />
<br />
to know. would you? i?<br />
why?<br />
<br />
if its motion exists, allow it<br />
<br />
foward or back it shall be learning<br />
from each moment, irrespective of time passing<br />
<br />
holding to knowledge over life<br />
<br />
shaped by it all, free to know<br />
<br />incensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-62001804339004110102014-10-18T22:03:00.001+10:002016-03-25T20:47:25.041+10:00the mistakea mind like a shadowed sky<br />
sitting beneath it seeking only blue<br />
<br />
clarity, emptiness, vast<br />
<br />
a wandering thought taken by many<br />
seeking emptiness, knowing wanting is the cause<br />
<br />
of pain<br />
mistrust<br />
of confusion<br />
<br />
no diligence, no patience,<br />
<br />
not enough practice<br />
caught in this time, in this place, seeking only the past freedoms<br />
<br />
of thought<br />
rhythm<br />
of solitude<br />
<br />
to assume it would be easier<br />
<br />
perhaps that isincensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-70113481144179778252014-09-14T23:36:00.002+10:002014-09-14T23:36:38.724+10:00completelooking to find a reason.<br />
<br />
should there be? a time, a place, a space?<br />
momentum will shift within its own rhythm, its own pace.<br />
<br />
shifting ever toward a mind of emptiness<br />
<br />
the all encompassing owns life,<br />
owns the now,<br />
holds the emotions, thoughts and escaping feelings.<br />
<br />
to only desire nothing at all,<br />
<br />
to be free<br />
empty<br />
alone<br />
<br />
emptied and formed<br />
<br />
<br />incensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734610624529885237.post-36313116988209506292014-03-15T21:37:00.001+10:002014-03-15T21:37:07.349+10:00awaya smiling delight in pure nature abound, i hold happiness.<br />
soft to her heart i try to see what secrets,<br />
<br />
what enlightenment, <br />
what joy i might find.<br />
<br />
hidden so that we may deeply feel it,<br />
experience all in a moment<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />incensehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05531137129751290381noreply@blogger.com0