Pushing past the brick wall of one's own perceived limitations !
Sunday, November 23, 2008
The Boat of Destiny..........
Stuck....
Floating....
Flowing....
Through the mud
and
perceptions of the fear
On a course with destiny
the Hands of Emotion.......
To be able to feel
To be able to express
To be able to touch
with all one's heart
A love
like no other
All embracing
All encompassing
Infinite
In the Light........
Even in the light
The perceptions of darkness
May hold their sway
Until you make a choice
and
Walk away
Emergence Through The Darkness
As I wander in a kind of ethereal daydream, I feel the muscles in the pit of my stomach bunch and feelings of an overiding emotional wave starts to sweep over me, as the rivulets of transparent joy spring forth from their tear duct crevices to embrace a moment of connectedness to joy, humility and wholeness, as the true glory of the energy and spirit is revealed, in a milisecond, which seems like an eternity, as it etches and imprints itself as a reminder of an archetype memory, which was once forgotten and is now, in the instant, filled with a clarity of jubilation, as the light extends itself even further, while the blocks that were placed here, that seemed at first transparent and flimsy, vacillate into an altered perspective, as the they solidify and rejoice in the process, and the journey, from the letters, the words and the thoughts, which appeared empty and vacuous at first and the actions, as the thoughts, solidified into the intentions of universality and the eventual outcome, moment by moment, as all was and is seen for what it truly is, and in the sojourn ,of filling the darkness ,with the light, while embracing the internal darkness, and choosing the light, there will always be moments where the hollowness of the illusion knocks at the door, and as a guest, is invited in to explain itself for what it truly represents, and as the moment becomes many moments, and the explanation grows, there is a solitude in the quietness, as all the alternatives of the darkness are spilled out, and all the variations are laid bare, as the door opens to a light, which fills self, and the external reality, the darkness, stays indoors, expended in it's own reality, as the stride of the seeker becomes bolder, the darkness loses it's oppressive vice like grip and begins to wallow in it's own impotence, relegated to an illusion, where as, the truth and authenticity dance among a sea of colourfull flowers serenaded by all of nature, and finally, the next moment is upon one, seeking other atttributes, presenting new lessons, and as the day ends, the head slowly slides down to the ground and gives thanks, for what has been given and what is to be received with the rising of the sun on the following day.
Blessed be.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
The Standing Revelation......
To be able to see
What is........
To be able to know
What is not.....
Extrapolating the boundaries
Expanding the possibilities
Opening the doorway to infinity......
A Standing Reflective Reflection....
Standing at the edge
Reflecting on the reflection
What has gone before
What transpires in the moment
What will manifest
Serenity in the heart of chaos
Perspective & choice
A sea breeze
A companion gull
A Journey into the Soul of the Forest and Back Again........
The wind pushes me along the path of this part of the journey and as I walk through this forest of giant companions, smiling at me as the breeze catches their leaves and branches and in the silence, I hear their laughter, as the rays of the distant sun flash on the path ahead, guiding me inexorably to a destination of unknown knowingness, while I start to breathe faster, taking in the embryonic darkness of a process that is cyclic.
Progressing deeper into the growth, the path narrows and the giant fern fronds brush against my cheek, showing companionship and compassion on a journey filled with the surrennder of the reality I had just left behind and the pre programmed normality of the reality, of an illusion, which has subverted and cloistered the truth and authenticity and propelled me on a journey of discovery, travelling the external, to reach the internal and vice versa.
Assimilating all that is on my path, there is the calmness which washes over me in waves ,and around me the flora starts to glow in hues of gold, as the sounds of the distant waterfall ring out with a rythmic beat, to which the birds answer in a natural rhythm of a chant, which seems to spur me on in my pace, while my footprint of self seems to grow and the golden light of the flora merges with the light that emanates from deep within and as the two begin to merge, the forest takes on an altered perspective.
I begin to see the connection between all living matter and how it relates to self.
My orbs of vision scan around and it seems that at times I do not even have to move my head.
Maybe ,it is that, i am totally still with my eyes closed and what is around me 360 degrees is available to be seen, until there appears to be a set of pin prick blackness garnering my attention and as I focus, I see that these spots of blackness are of different colours and then there appears the golden pools, which draw me into their glidepath and as I near, a puma locks onto my eyes and the longer I look into these pools of liquid gold, the more i begin to merge with this wonderful animal and in the process, I am racing towards, I do not know what, feeling the agility and the power as I travel as one, leaving the path and manouvering through the obstacles at speed, until, the forest thins out and in the clearing stands the largest and most beautiful waterfall that I have seen, and the spray lands on the whiskers and the fur of the puma and I feel it's moistness, and know that both are experiencing the same,as one.
Looking down I see my own body and standing across from me stands the puma and as I cast my gaze sideways, i see this large edifice with stairs leading up to an entrance.
Switching my gaze back to the puma, it is already on his way towards the building and there are forty nine stairs and fourteen pedstals, seven on each side.
The puma pauses at the first pedestal at the bottom then in one fluid movement leaps onto it. Instantaneously it is bathed in a flash of light and when I am able to it again, there is a statue of the puma, on the pedestal, blessed with the most intricate detail in the darkest stone that I have borne witness to.The eyes are of golden anber and as i watch, the puma moves onto the next pedestal and the process repeats itself until all of the seven pedestals have statues and then it disappears into the darkness of the doorway and as I marvel at what has just transpired, there appears an eagle above ,which startles me as the sound of it's wings flapping cause me to freeze.
Closing my eyes I only see the blackness at first and then I feel the rush of the air around my body, which is feathed ,and on either side are the wings flapping in a rythmical beat, which causes me to feel an elation of spirit.
My vision becomes clearer and I take in the true breadth of the forest, which stretches as far as the eye can see, and as the details start to reveal themselves, I see a forest filled with every single creature from the termites, the butterfly, the birdlife, flying in full colour, the different species of cats, the small buck, the dragon fly close to the water and then the many monkeys and apes, which swing from tree to tree an forest becomes quiet, as there appears to be an intrusion of a different species, and with that comes the noises and diferent sounds and smells, which up to now have remained foreign to this bastion of nature, and then comes the chain saws, the loggers and the bulldozers,who start to decimate, that which survived for eons, and from the point of view up above, I see the edges of the forest and it resembles a piece of bread, which has had a bite taken from it.
I feel the confusion of all who inhabit the forest and I hear a voice which keeps on repeating itself, and as I close my eyes to concentrate, I am back on the ground, and the eagle has alighted onto the first pedestal on the right and proceeds to emulate the same process as the puma.
I walk up the steps, reaching the first landing and the voice becomes louder and louder and the statues, who were gazing outwards, start to look inwards at me on the landing and through my body, I feel this jolt of energy, which spurs me on to each successive landing, and as I stand at the portal of darkness, I look up to see the intricate carvings of intertwined snakes around the lintel and on either side of the doorway and next to the each snake is another animal, which is slightly recessed, and as my eyes take in the detail, I see a tortoise, a bear, an elk, an antlope, a monkey, a butterfly, a parrot, a dolphin ,a whale, a tiger, a camel, a lion, a buffalo, and I start to wonder why all these animals are represented when some of them do not even exist in this forest and then I hear the voice--" IT IS IN THE WHOLENESS THAT WE ARE ONE", and as I pass the doorway. the floor luminesces with a pulsing energy.
As solid as the floor looks, it feels, that with each footfall that is taken ,that it is moving all around me.
Covering the floor on the left are the shed skins of snakes and on the right is an array of feathers, from all types of birds.
These seem to be moving into some kind of pattern and as I watch they start to levitate, turning around and around, in a whirlpool effect and they begin to pulse and emit a hum, which grounds me on this part of the journey and I wonder what next and why.
The feathers become one giant feather and moves through to the next portal, and I follow.
As I leave the last room disappears and I am left in a room which has water seemingly bubbbling up from the stonework, and now as I approach there seems to be some kind of invisible force holding this pool in place and as I step up to the rim of this pool, all goes quiet and the bubbling ceases.
Looking at this pool it turns to obsidian blackness and a shaft of sunbeam lights it up from above, which perplexes me, for as I look up the light is far too bright to see anything and I am transfixed.
As I look into the blackness, my whole journey reppeats itself in slow motion and the voice grows louder and then I hear what it is saying--" IT BEGINS WITH YOU AND ENDS WITH YOU".
In that moment all disappears and I feel the wind on my cheeks and I am still strolling through the forest.
I stop.
I remember all of what had happened and know that this was not just an imaginative expeditionary experience.
The thought reverberates through my mind continuously, until I place my hand in my pocket and withdraw the shed skin of a snake and one feather.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
The Standing Duality......
To rise above oneself
To see all
To gain perspective
To flourish
To be empowered
In the reality of the duality the truth emrges and merges with the whole!
There is no going back
The Muse......
The muse
The devine feminine
Everpresent
The inspiration
The exhiliration
The constant reminder
The exibition of the essence of what truly is!
From the stones of creation arises the beauty and the joyousness of all!
A Single Thought.........
When the north east wind blows and the air chills the skin down to the bone and the goose flesh perpetuated itself up and down the body, while all the time there seems to be a frenetic hive of activity, which accompanies the mass of memory imprints walking through the annals of the past and sometimes making themselves felt in a surreptitious way in the present and while, all the while, the billions of moments of the mass of humanity fill each second and conduct the energised emotions into the pot 0of wholeness, without sometimes realising what it is that they are adding to a world that begins and end with a single thought
Choices & Perceptions in the Parallel...........
The sun rises over a distant landscape as the rock of the mountains turns from the dark hues of grey blue to the embracing tones of orange brown, while the light pierces the pupils of awareness, causing all other detail to disappear and in the bright light of this, the halo's play their games.
Dancing through the air, while the acrid smoke of fires crept closer,causing tears to form, as the euphony of the birds played their concerto, the memories flooded through the viaduct of experience, illuminating the past in the present, while all seemed exactly as it should be.
The quality of the now sensation of the body started to lose itself and the mind extrapolated into a moment of infinity, and still the cesspool of obsidian darkness played in the shadows waiting for an opportune moment to inveigle itself into the subconsciousness and play it's age old games.
Close by in the pools of lucid water the image starts to change from the mirror like image of self , to the image of the guardians and sentinels of a world, which is unlike the outer core of reality in which all inhabit.
The form and space change and so does the illusion of time alter, as the essence of self travels unhindered and unimpeded through the realms of a world of parallels.
The inhabitants of this world are to be seen as vibrating energy and the intensity of each is a sign of it's health.
All give off their signature vibration and in the crowds, the different energies mix and fuse, while some are dented and others seem to not have any luminosity what so ever.
Suddenly all starts to make sense in a world which exists together with others, in parallel.
As the sun climbs higher in the sky and reaches it's zenith and then slowly sinks, the energy cocoons start to dissipate and time becomes relevant in the awakening to the sunset and the realisation that all is in the perception and the choice.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
The Above & Below Hand.......
From the depths of creation
Touching the panorama
Of the essence of life
Sunlight Emancipipation......
An eruption
The cascading joy
Flowing forth
Emancipated
In the truth
Of glorious sunlight
As the Wheel Turns Once Again.......
Letters, words, thoughts, images surrender themselves in the process of personal emancipation, which may lead to group emancipation, and as the full moon bears witness to an eons old process, the sentient being struggles with the day to day reality, and no matter how far one thinks that one is on this wondrous, joyous path of discovery of one's own spirituality and being mindful of what is at stake, there will be the times that no matter how confident and self assured, one will slip into a pocket of darkness, which turns out to be a crossroads of opportunity, if one so chooses, or it could be the bog that holds one transfixed and immobilised with fear, as the mind loses the intensity and the focus on the greater picture, and even then this pastiche, a frozen moment in time, which may seem to drag on for an eternity, there will always be the decisions that one ultimately has to make and whether one fights or takes flight, the core of one's essence takes the toll of the constant manifestation of the deluge of events, which are seemingly without reason and without control, and as this filters through the organism , no matter how dire the situation is in real time, there is always that moment in one's life, where the feeling and the external emotion of what was felt, has to be remembered, in order for an anchor to be weighed in the landslide of events, to be able to leave the events and the cards where they fall and return to a space of wholeness from whence the battle of self will continue with a renewed vigour, without the grabbing onto the periphery and honing into a selfless act of connecting with others and trying not to be the taker, but the giver, while in the discernment of the language that one conveys outwardly lies the key to a mindset, which in itself, is a key in being able to gain perspective in the turn of events, and to be able to lighten the load of reconciling the emotional impact of what one senses were events directed in a personal way and taking this energy and turning it into a springboard, to propel oneself into another classroom of learning, which will ultimately leave one feeling more empowered, more confident and more able to make sense of a puzzle, as the pieces start to drift together of their own accord and the energy patterns, that are there, seem to flow with the energy imprint of this sentient being, and in the surrender, the choices open up and the multiple opportunities that exist, like fireflies dancing on a darkened night, and in the process leaving one with a sense of oneness, as all seems to be just as it should be, and the wheel of life turns once again.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
In the Mirrored Room.............
In the mirrored room
Of life
An encapsulating
and
An unfolding experience.....
A perspective engagement
A courageous intention
Revisited
Once again
The Unfolding Experience........
Facing up to the spontaneity of the moment
Realising
Having passion
Exuding faith
In the path of one's life
The enabling factor
To have true freedom
and
fly
In the Quietness...............
Standing in the quietness of the darkness, I hear the wind singing through the branches, as the leaves energise themselves in the chatter of the unseen force, which touches them with the choice to either stay on the branch or fall off and return from whence they have come.
In the solitude of the darkness, balanced precariously in the fortitude of the stillness, the night comes alive with the possibilities and is blessed and caressed in the luminescence of energy which turns the night from a place of fear into an Eden of well being and harmony.
On a path filled with no path, the choice of direction is intuitive and the ability to trust in the whole, leads one to find the wheel of essence.
The existence of this wheel in the circle of life is to travel from the outer core to the inner core and onto the hub.
There is an invitation, to be embraced in the darkness and to come out and play.
Remembering the moments of youth, where the shoulder and the back did not feel as if life was under the oppressive weight of all around.
In the darkness, the realities of what is real and what is not, rely as much on the amount of preprogrammed thoughts and expressions one is willing to allow and choose and how close is the fear to one's heart.
Mind games and tricks turn an illusion into a reality and vice versa.
To look at the oyster shell on the seabed as it mingles with the rest of the inhabitants, is to see, what is, from a single perspective.
To retrieve the shell and prize it open is to reveal the inner beauty of a pearl and this is a different perspective.
The sea shell is inert, but the essence remains long after. .
How to translate this to the human experience and journey.
When one is prepared to open up and surrender and be vulnerable, the results of this are to change and transform one, as has never been known and what will be experienced and seen is the beauty and the essence of the authenticity and truth of a sentient being, which is able to expand as far as it's own prescribed destiny.....which is infinity.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Looking Out, Through and Beyond....
A new life
Looking out
Looking through
Looking beyond...
The subtle confines and parameters of the fishbowl of perceptions
The Duality......
The duality of the species......
A looking out...
A looking in...
A swimming with the flow of universal energy
The Textured Essence Hand........
When the textured essence of life
Lies not only on the surface......
It emanates from the inner core
outwards.....
The Treadmill Perspective...................
Treading water is an energy consuming endeavour, which eventually leads to saturation and exhaustion.
What if there was a different way to keep one's head above the water, but more importantly raise oneself up and eventually begin to walk on water.
Changing the perspective of how one sees oneself and then how one is able to see what is around one, while interfacing with all the multi layered facets that present themselves.
In the exercising of the body, there are two ways in which one is able to accomplish this.
There is the muscle bunching and the muscle stretching.
Bunching increases the bulk of the vehicle and requires large input and large output of fuel and energy.
The body gains in size and expands in a ratio the amount of fuel and effort.
Stretching requires a lot less fuel and energy, causing the body to slim and have a lot of energy when finished.
How does this relate to changing one's perspective and what about the supreme muscle that all are gifted with-----the brain.
When all one see is oneself treading water, what other perspectives are available?
It is only in the release of the emotional content of one's life---- the surrender, that one is able to take oneself onto the next step of the journey and discover the essence of who one truly is.
Sometimes it might seem that this pre occupation with self is but a selfish act and that it has to do with the ego and vanity.
In the reading of someone else's thoughts, a picture develops and a judgement is made.
How easy is it to look at something and have an opinion.
Does one ever truly get the whole story and is there a time when one allows oneself the space to suspend this judgement and get to the essence.
Perfection is never perfect.....
Stretching the body and more importantly stretching the mind, allows one to take the next step and fulfill one's true potential.
If one is not able to know oneself, then how is one ever able to know another!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
The Connective Hands......
Connectivity of all species
through nature
Holistic bridging
Unity of intention and action
The Duality of the Shadows..........
In the merging of the existant duality of self
Emerges a wholeness
By extension of the confluence of our own influence
All becomes one
The loss of innocence....From a seedpod to infinity....
The loss of innocence may come sooner or later, but when it finally descends on one without the realisation that the event has actually transpired in real time, then there is a slow down in the awareness levels of curiosity and the willingness to transcend that which is.
This does not mean that one is never able to succeed at anything.
There are many who have lost their innocence, but have gone onto do great things for themselves personally and for society.
Until one faces the most important hurdle, which is getting to know self, there will always be the emptiness, no matter what one accumulates in the struggle for survival and arrival.
One could always be philosophical or wax lyrical, be overly poetic or just be straight down the line, on the most basic level, but it is in the understanding of the whole, while not getting sucked into a tunnel of processes and procedures only, that one is able to pay attention to the details without just giving it the lip synching service.
Where does the string begin to unravel and where and at what point is the plot lost?
In business there are many organisations and corporations reaping substantive profits, but in the process of maximising their profit line they have forgotten the most important component of their business and that is not their customers but their staff.
The breakdown in the work ethic and the productivity is due to , in a majority of cases, the belief that people are easily replaced at a cheaper overhead.
Logically that might be the case!
When a general in charge of infantry wants to achieve a certain objective, there will always be the expected collateral damage.
By looking at people as expendable commodities, one does not give credit to the inherent capabilities of any individual.
Following through with that the intention is only to produce and the byline and mission statements of attention to detail and customer service are but sounds passing through the portals of an empty building.
The only way to achieve more with less is for a paradigm shift to occur.
Being in a dynamic situation requires the leadership to be dynamic and flexible, and to make sure that all those who follow are aware or at least have an understanding of the process.
Any farmer of fruit will be able to clarify and relay the attention to details that goes into producing a crop of fruit.
Nothing can be taken for granted, if one wishes to achieve the maximum yield, while ensuring that the quality is present.
The better the quality---the better the price.
If all experience is a learning curve and if history is the ultimate learning curve, then how come the interest in assimilating other learning curves has dwindled and in some cases is not even present.
What is it in human nature that prevents the assimilation of the essence of what has transpired and taking it forward ?
How is one able to effect such a shift in the context of our chaotic world?
Ultimately it is back to the individual to have certain realisations about their own purpose in life and how that meshes with the whole.
For some this is not even a factor.
Even under the harshest conditions there are those who are able to raise themselves above their situation and assimilate what has happened and in some cases is still happening and have the ability to transcend the experience, even if it fulfills a lifetime.
In essence one should not categorise transformation into a box.
If it is not the nationality, religion, colour ,creed or location, then it must be something that is inside all of us, which when tapped into, provides the ability to expand and grow as a spiritual being and not limiting it to one particular field of endeavour.
It is the ability to have a micro focus, which is the essence and a macro focus which is the whole.
In a apple orchard, wondering through, one could pick up an apple and dissect it.
Under close scrutiny one would be able to see the texture of the outside and the inside flesh.
There would also be the colours and the smell and the seeds that nestled in their very own compartments.
Look around and see the surrounding trees.
Move upwards and one might see the extent of the orchard and even further, all the buildings and then the neighbouring farms and as one gets further one starts to see things as they truly are in a broader perspective and most importantly the inter relationship that exists between all.
From outer space, we have the whole of the earth where all the man made boundaries disappear and all that remains is an orb in a sea of darkness, shrouded and swathed in clouds.
Wait! there is only one side......the other side is not visible.
The point is that we are limited by our own perspective and our ability to see all the connections.
So!.......even with the loss of innocence, all is a possibility, if one gives oneself the permission to expand and lose the fear of remaining in the seedpod of an apple for an eternity.............
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Beyond the senses...........
Touching it
Feeling it
Tasting it
Smelling it
Seeing it
When all is beyond the senses
More than touch
More than feeling
More than taste
More than smell
More than sight
Going beyond the parameters
Traversing
Transcending
Beyond a present comprehension
Where there is no space
where there is no time
Beyond the space- time continuum
A merging
The essence of self
With
The essence of universal energy
To be one with the root
Oneness with all
Wholeness in creation
A return
A coming home
A cyclic exponential journey
An expression of free will
Overlaid
The committment
The stone tablets of destiny
A fulfillment
In the firmament
In the sacredness
The universal energy grid
Saturday, October 4, 2008
the garbaceous effluent hand....
In a sea
of our own garbage
Do we decide
when enough is enough
Will the effluence
of our affluence
eventually overtake us
Poisoning
all that is touched
In the absence.......In the presence............
In the absence
In the presence
In the presence
In the absence
Twin souls
Searching for each other
Searching for the unity
To find a fragment of one's own energy
One's own root
No evidence to prove
No evidence to disprove
A quality of wondrous juxtaposition
A puzzle of epiphanous meaning
A dexterous inculcation
An evolution of absolution
A soul mate in hiding
Lost and now found
A vibrational equality
Synthesis in the microcosm
Wholeness in the macrocosm
How far ?......
How long ?.....
How wide ?.....
How ?..........
No questions
Complete understanding
A mute talks with the loudest voice
A deaf person hears the music in the silence
A blind person is able to see all
All is evident
All is relevant
Through time
A cycle repeated
A cycle of accumulation
A cycle of understanding
In the absence.......always the presence
In the presence......the harmony
The Elemental Hand.......Altered Perspective...
In the stillness
As the perceptions alter
The elemental signs appear
Beauty in an altered perspective
Wafting in on a chilled breeze........
Filaments
Luminiferous
Dancing lights
Wafting in on a chilled breeze
Charged neurons
Cavorting
Overjoyed
In the lightness of shadows
Rhythmic chanting
Pulsating
To the beat of one's heart
A body
Once held
In suspension
Emotions freed
Rejoicing
Captivated momentarily
Vision unplugged
Sensorial delights unfold
On the road
To wholeness
A walk
A run
Through the darkness
Of resident madness
A headlong confrontation
With the intention of spirit
A parlay
On the road to destiny
A choice
On the crossroads
Of one's own evolution
Filaments
Luminiferous
All the dancing lights
Wafting in on a chilled breeze
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
