want to form a new language. Taking it's roots in any native language, this new tongue would inject poetry into the common vernacular. And not just any flowery frill - deep funk imagery: soul to soul connection
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All is vanity! Wait. How do you spin, and shine - into a star? Spit and shine? No, no. Polish your own shoes. And, my poetry - is a tool. A penis? Who's the cock? No, no. Wait. You're a monkey, still. Come on, swing! Hear the music?
After rigoriously contemplating works of art, your palette will slowly develop. No need to paint pretty on canvas, your world is your canvas. Everyone is an artist - everyone is an idealist. Don't believe me? Take a look at the couples strolling the avenue, most holding hands - without eyes. When you haven't developed eyes that sparkle, you automatically idealize your partner - molding them into a caricature. Now, who wants that?
What is the highest ideal? Is it not to juggle? How many landscapes can you traverse? Idealism ain't quite narcissism.
Peer into the clouds - large as the largest mountain. Why do we no longer stand in awe of these transitory vapors? Isn't it because we secretly know that they slyly reflect a hidden truth? Yes - everything is transitory. Yes - everything is in your mind. It is your mind. What do you see?
Do not shy aware from stormy streaks - and especially not from fluffy, puffy ones! We only want mountains. We only want permanance. But, truly - the cloud is the greatest mountain!
Pull out your own wisdom teeth. Where you see muddy chaos, spin it - into multi-platinum opportunity. Realize that everything is set in its place. Come on, hop the board and ride waves.
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Meditating creatively is great! Observe your body, and discover subtle poetic expression. Over there! Look! The trees are dancing! The universe is dancing! Yeah, high as the wind! Your mind is the wind!
All empirical knowledge is merely a maze. The wise soar over it and land on new lands. The truly wise, revisit the maze constantly - with a rainbow, and a machete.
The 'more' chaos, the bigger the star (nods to Nietzch). Be thankful! Now. Dig in your dirt. You'll find broken clocks, and you'll fix them - with time. In time, you'll turn into a clock.
When flattery, served on silver platters, looks a lot like fancy vomit - 'you' are shining. A little praise, toward your 'self,' from yourself - is nice breeze.
To search for a sun, amongst sun bathers, is a destiny. I do not want to look down at a gleaming moon, all the time. I desire to admire a blazing woman. A woman who has passed through solar and lunar eclipses. A woman who flares, and dances - with passionate sun spot thought. Two suns and two moons, rotating and revolving - together in orbit, into and through, new galaxies.
Yesterday, on my way to work, I experienced a visual transformation of the spirit! First, a rather goofy fella on a yellow bike, wobbling to and fro. Then, a yellow, souped-up muscle car - peeling 'round the corner. Finally, a razor blade yellow Ferrari - deeply entrenched in a groove. My head nodded, and a smile flashed.
How important it is to discover what Buddhist realm you are currently in! It is too cool - teleporting from realm to realm - up to heaven, back to human. Meditate!
The universe is too strange. Not only are we all connected, but even our genetic material is connected. What do I mean by this? I have observed, on several occasions, two people with very similiar appearances (all too similar) coming into contact with one another, and intricately affecting each other - through their similiar appearance, and personality. Spit at cynical poison viles! - they seal eye lids, and neuron snaps.
This isn't really that strange, though. Since the universe is one, everything is everything. Cool!
Soul mates? Very likely - for those who don't stagnate in muddied waters.
Once a wisdom jewel is developed and set, your mind shines infinitely. Any object can be observed, and spun - whispering its subtle secrets to your spirit.
This relativity lives within the Absolute. The Absolute principle is unity. Begin to begin.
Samsara is Nirvana. The key? Infinite probing perception - at the speed of light.
The light is there. You need to meditate to amp the flux capacitor.
A Woman is a strong drink! How could you not lose your eyes in intoxication? A wise man does not gulp alcohol. But, a wiser man knows that a little wine is good for fortifying a heart. Yes, drink to Life!
Selfless action is slippery. At the beginning, all may appear joyous and light. But, then an alarming action may occur, and there you will unknowingly usher in confusion and doubt. The removal of an ego must occur - the ego that craves instant credit and free checking. Once your realization stabilizes, you will once again enjoy selfless action. This time you may notice that it is through your selfless action that you realize your true self - a star, resting in an infinite sea.
Creative writing is a lot like a life. You act and react, then you reflect - and mine out your wealth. Truly good writers are rare, for the same reason that truly good people are.
If you blur your vision, while staring at any written text, you may begin to see patterns emerge. These patterns are similiar to those found in the cellular structure of a leaf, or the bark of a tree, or a cracked delta bank, or a crocodile's back. What of this silly observation? Yes, what of it...
