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peace carly

whoosh! and it changes. so much harder for some than others. i don't want to get lost in the development of the mind, and to trip the light fantastic on buddhism, but the pain hurts more the more you feel the pain. the peace of change of thought, through the understanding of human conditioning to emotion can show light in so many dark places. it's so hard though. to let one go, to not experience the loss. we all will. it becomes to some a recognised emotion that is borne of attachment and if one can release oneself from all attachments, not by hiding or denying, but through understanding of ones mind, its creations (emotions) and its reactions, then one (we) can see happiness in the comfort of intelligent / deep thought, of separating oneself from pain to see and feel change as it is, a constant, an ever-being entity that this life we live has for us. that change does not bring pain, it brings more thought, more joy in knowledge and in understanding. but the now feel...

still motivated

a year ago and it seems like forgotten time. sometimes it is only in this time space, of years passed is it that we connect with others, through dates and what become norms, forgetting feelings, forgetting that it is love that brings us each moment. real love shared by the whole, but as each individual within it we are allowed to feel it, find it and experience all. and it is all. all around us, all within us this hidden gem that through time and the histories great has held many names, forms and shapes. all of which sit within us all. a year ago and have i changed? i hope not. i hope i am always within the heart of myself that i am yet to find. i love this journey, this quest, for all that it has brought obvious to me now, and for all the wisdom it has instilled deep inside me, shared by all, to be found. to sit simple thoughts that become encased troublesome worries, and for what? why? where else does one stand so afraid of the next step because they know it means so much? ...

im your neighborhood spaceman

transitions not so sweet, will wet the feet small souls given over to the hive is but all we are sick to the teeth the hate and the love is so bittersweet pain in the brain aches in the heart glory is all that is sought, after all what else is there?? but waiting for change, chasing the same yet knowing that each hold is different with each new grasp at the branch that sits above, so close to reach, yet so far whole bodies not real, time and space co-exist, mind has gone to feel like strands of the time that has created it, an itch that runs so deep that only the mind feels it can scratch. is this sweet? pain? torture? self mutilation of the most narcissistic, masochistic kind? joy? or anguish of the heart? cries for help or leaps of love? how do we know, but if not to experience and to hence forth decide, analyze and ponder within and on. if there is no path to tread then we feel lost having only the space of our minds to exist upon. its tangible feelings that we w...

not just a magazine

you find new heights, new boundaries that seem within reach, seem as though they could be torn down with such ease yet you hold them so close, fearing to let go of what holds you back. time keeps showing you what is within reach only to keep you past it with each forward second. can time be stopped? be it through power, force or belief can time be halted? can time cease to exist? looking through it within our minds allows us to traverse its beauty, all that it has captured, all it has taken away and the spirits that have created it. time is here but of creation, as a reason, but it shows its intangible necessity as a part of the motion of this evolution. we cannot categorise the existence of all as a part of anything wholely but time. a universe holds many more universes and this is without end. time is all we can be said to live within as a holder and quantifier of all that space and matter symbiotically meld within. we will keep moving toward an end, on a path that will only op...

der

smash it first, crash it first, bash it first go and have it first. trash it first, go get lost in it first. mash it home first don't trip on the way to it first. go get it today, go find ways to get paid, be the first to get laid, make waves in lemonade. smack it home for sure, be the one to fall, seek it beyond the all, dont be the one to drawl. chase dreams with a passion, feel life as it happens as its you that can make this in this life.

doom

so 'tis time to realize that life will progress with or without you. that time has no favor toward you and only offers you solace in the knowledge that without it you will never be pushed. i grasp this concept with both hands, though not always seeking to achieving within every precious minute i respect the haste that is required within this opportunity that is an individuals life. can we count dreaming as escaping time or just wasting?? without a dream we may not perceive, but with too much time spent in the the heavens of our minds we can be seen to miss opportunities and life itself. i guess for humans time becomes a reflection of how it is spent. not so much achievements made as they are but simple reminders of the material minds direction but of development of the spirit of oneself and of the relationships created, broken and quite too desired. time will outlive us all, it will progress far beyond our imagined psyche but it will always be with us to cover us and hold u...

ouch

awakened into a light we are all born, given with agony into this world we all begin to exist. do we meditate on the pain felt by our mothers? do we see their hearts break as we do wrong? their love is forever and like an everlasting wind it cannot be put out. do we give it back? never as strong as it is given. it is a love a child does not have to give but longs to encapsulate and upon this the love grows. a mothers love is pure, happiness bounds within its field. as a man i will never feel this, only witness it, share it and be apart of it but it will never be as strong. i can love and see happiness in the breeze blowing through the leaves but i will never hold it as strong as at the moment a mother gives birth. or can i? does enlightenment break through the boundaries of reality and offer me the love of the universe that will in turn share with me the feelings of life that such an experience offers? i believe so. i chase peace and harmony on a material level but still, ye...