…LIKE A NON-STOP COLLISION
QUANTUM DIMENSIONS HAPPENING…
A PEELING OF SORTS…*
…AND NOW THIS MORNING…
ALL IS SETTLING SEEMINGLY BRAND NEW…
BUT REALLY IS SOULAND’S**
MORE PURELY ANCIENT CORE TRUTH
* "i want to surrender to your silence which peels me."
“I have nothing to offer you, but this touch, where I Disappear.”
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I have nothing to offer you, but this touch, where I Disappear.
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A man needs a healthy dose of madness,
else he will never do anything great, anything new, anything real.
If you want to be truly alive and truly free you must be mad.
It is the mad ones who find the treasure.
It is only the mad ones who are daring enough to break free.
You must be utterly mad
Mad to dance, laugh, and cry
Mad to live and mad to die
Mad to be oneself,
And mad enough to lose oneself.
Mad enough to lose all respectability if it means staying true to life and to oneself.
Mad enough to go to the depths of Hell and find therein Heaven.
Mad enough to go into insanity if need be to discover true sanity.
Be totally MAD!
Let them fear you and admire you even as they fear you.
Your madness will protect you from being chained
and also from the chains of being understood.
lest their excuses and illusions are destroyed by your fire.
Lest the fire spreads to them and they catch your madness also.
Revel in your madness.
Learn to love your madness, your primordial chaos.
Dare to be ecstatic, dare to be untamed.
Go crazy, and not just a little. Go all the way.
Be The Madman
No matter how many masks you wear
the unique face underneath cannot be lost.
It cannot be lost, but it can be forgotten.
The I cannot be lost, but it can be blinded.
To find it again is only to remember
that which you already knew.
It is the remembrance of your true identity.
The search is for ones true identity.
For who you ultimately are,
and what is your essential source.
To know through and through
the essence of your being.
And to live that,
to express that in the world.
The shadow may carry the best of the life we have not lived.
Go into the basement, the attic, the refuse bin.
Find gold there.
Find an animal who has not been fed or watered.
It is you.
This neglected, exiled animal,
hungry for attention,
is a part of your self.
“I in the midst of me is the spiritual son of God, the Christ,
Melchizedek—He who was never born,
who will never die,
and who is and always will be invisible.
I am the invisible Presence within me.
I am the invisible Presence which goes before me to make the way clear;
I am the invisible presence which walks beside me as protection.
I am the invisible Presence which follows after me as a rear guard.”
~Joel S Goldsmith
A PARENTHESIS IN ETERNITY
Notes to The Beloved
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melts into relationship
with the divine who beholds the inside
of a rose, spiraling through your eyes
& the silence which proceeds your beholding
gives plasticity to objects, to hate;
of the true friend? to hold ones own
inmost gaze in the fire of mutual longing
for the divine.
in seizing the kinetic God
& be stilled as possibilities
are felt in the vibrancy between
words which is the vibrancy of the heart
forged in a common
say we know the form of silence, that silence doesn’t brood
is not a premonition as it is a lisping of a name,
the name we lost in fear when we over & over built
a graveyard for yearning, with steel brackets. this foundation
moves like air & you are not far from letting these bricks fall
because you loved & let the structure fall.
the eye, clarified in the heart
in you, deception dispelled
in you, morality, a stepping stone.
zeal has become clarified
& value is seized.
or when the fingers trace the heart;
there are lives within lives opening like russian dolls.
and two moons are fused in one, a crescent and a pearl.
i am a fisherman and you are blue.
but this touch, where i disappear.
like angels above a cardinal’s bed of soot and sear, pristine,
- Arif K
notes to the beloved - Arif K