In every generation there are those that through no effort of their own rise to the top of intelligence and creativity. Then there are those that work like hell to scratch and claw one single brilliant and original thought from their stubborn mind. These are the musings of the latter type.
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The cells are beginning to divide... organic momentum is building.
Soon will be the birth of a new stream of thoughts, flowing like the river from the spring to the shore.
Welcome to my place of rumination and rambling.
BTW, All posts will be from my Sony U750P... yeah, I am that cool.
Here I sit, in peace. Surrounded by the shards of my broken illusions.I don’t know everything, but I do know all.All is one in motion…The water is the cloud, the cloud is the rain, the rain is the stream, the stream is the river, the river is the ocean, the ocean is the cloud and the cloud is water.I am stardust, I am a single cell, I am a baby, I am a child, I am a youth, I am an adolescent, I am an adult, I am elderly, I am stardust.Reality is transition, it is the Delta.I am “Delta Stardust” in the behavior of the dust I find myself.Without the transition, I am not.I used to fear what was to come, the next instant in time was a terror in the back of my mind.We felt it more as children, the boogey man of reality under our beds.The constant anticipation of the nightmare, that waits for us in the next moment.Now I know that there is nothing to fear, that things are unfolding as they have been since before matter formed.It is a flow of energy, changing forms, through me, through you.Ca…
Today I saw the wave, it was a slow moving rise in the ocean.
As it approached, I could feel the water pull toward it, like a massive breath in.
Then the swell, it was incredible, from low to high, the power was impressive...
I am watching the life of a soul drawn in to its own rhythm.
Breathe in... Breathe out, it is such a simple concept but at the same time such a powerful and critical pattern.
So here I breathe, as my soul crashes upon the shore. I am the wave, I am the ocean, I am the rhythm of life. The patterns of survival. It is all here and at the same time, everywhere.
What should I say, is it contrary to the natural patterns to want more?
To seek the truth of the patterns. To find the source of the pain.
All I want is a day filled with light, to have the clouds not rain down on me, but to feel the warm sun on my shoulders. The light of the star telling me it is okay, that I can move on and that tomorrow will be brighter than today.
It is still a mystery to me how we are able to transfer concepts and thoughts from one mind to another via text on screens and in pages. But, yet it seems to happen everytime I let my eyes and mind connect for a session of blissful, detached yet mindful, reading of glorious texts. Is there really a transmission of new thoughts from the characters or does the text somehow unlock the understanding that already exists within my mind. Is it like the potential energy of a boulder that has always been on the side of a cliff, but takes years of erosion to be uncovered and transition to kinetic?
I tend to read many books at the same time and start new ones before I finish others.
This may not be the most effective way to read texts, but, I am not always in the same mood when I sit to read, so I have many books of many topics and styles so that I can grab whatever seems most interesting at the time. The titles with a splat in front of them are what are currently in progress, the others are fig…