And Now...

And now everything changes. As in all things there is a time and a season. Everything has it’s allotment of time in which to unfold and demonstrate it’s purpose and plan at the end of which another chapter comes to the fore. Where once there was there now is

The Fear That Binds Us

As we create our universe we tend to envelop ourselves with ourselves and in so doing become what we see. As we are there is no separation. We are what we are and in expanding our scope all shines brightly before us. It’s all an illusion of course but it looks and feels so real. Perception can be a tricky thing as we tend to envision creation according to our own platitudes and when cause and effect becomes effective fright suddenly takes center stage. There is no where to hide and no where to run…

The Mask of Death

Lots of people seem to enjoy to rush of adrenaline when it comes to pretending. Seemingly in tune with the Universe all the while departing with ‘grace’ in order to create and sustain the image of want and desire. How silly the ‘little’ people become. As we venture into the so-called unknown little becomes known. Leaving intelligence behind all sorts of trials and tribulations ensure and yet behind the mask of deceit comfort is embraced. In that ever so small slice of ‘happiness’ we relish with the utmost glee what appears before us. Surely this is the moment in which to take refuge. Surely this is the moment where all our hopes and dreams come alive

Don't Mess With The Best

Hiding in plain sight is what we do. Ok, so not exactly hiding but perhaps you get my point. Living in the weeds tends to make one part of the landscape and though the lay of the land is known becoming that which is perceived just can’t be helped. It’s part and parcel of the way of things. As we rush past our servitude finding a way out of entrapment becomes us. As we become more and more destitute strange and untoward paths become that much more enticing. That is the point of course, to seek out new life, new civilizations, to boldly go where no Man has gone before…

Escaping Conviction

We are what we _are-. There is no gong back. Doesn’t matter the circumstance there is no going ‘back’. As time moves forward all succumbs to it’s grasp and as we may regale our selves to something else, nothing seems to come of it. We are where we are and who we are. As there is no time in which to circumvent our navigation all comes to pass. It seems as if we are lost to and subjected to something other than our selves. Such folly lives up to our stature. Remaining unconvinced we seek out a newness which can never be found and yet we seek it anyways. The end result is the same of course but we never let reality get in the way. Our fixation requires something much more than what lies before us…

Double Vision

What we see, we see. There is no going back. Tumultuous imaginings requires us to be ever vigilant and yet we are quite relied upon to full fill our duty to sleep. Gazing upon our slumber we are yet to produce results and yet here we are, encompassing all that is - at least is seems so. Never to regret nor forget a past that has no bearing, we ride headlong into a future expecting that nothing changes. If real change were upon us we would run like hell and yet here we are, stationed in our servitude and remaining constant. There is no way out if there ever were an ‘out’ to begin with…

Lost In A Tangle Of Briars

We tend to relish with the utmost delight our senses. Doesn’t matter the cause or effect, just that it exists. In overwhelming our selves with our selves we find truth. Yes, we are what we are. There is no going back and as we dive headfirst into the abyss of knowledge our heritage takes root and somehow thrives. Creation is like that. Although our sorrows equate in stature we none-the-less take comfort. It is better to feel alive than to be dead to the world. Who would possibly want such a dreary and dreadful existence. As in all things, balance is brought to bear and despite one’s own convictions it thrives. As we face our actions so too must we face our selves. There is no changing of the channel…

Getting Caught Up

Take it as you will. Sometimes things are hidden in plain sight. Other times things become revealed and yet hidden in the so-called ‘past’. It’s all a trick of course but captivating one’s attention along particular lines requires skill and that seemingly ever-present thing called ‘time’. I dislike ruses and so the middle man is cut out

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