Man, this past month, and especially these past couple days I've just been on other planets. I guess that's to be expected, as I'm nearing my life changing hike. By the way, I don't think I've mentioned it yet on my blog, but my by best friend Sajan Melcher, and I will be hiking The Appalachian trail, all the way up to Maine, beginning on the 30th of this month. I've already put in my two-week notice, at work, and am trying my hardest to hook Devin up with my soon-to-be old job.
Hopefully, I'll find a way to upload videos, and post pictures up, as we do new things, and meet new people.
Em, other than a catchy title, I don't really have a purpose for this post. So what I'm going to do, is channel my thoughts, and write them here as they come to me. Prepare yourself, a new dawn is rising, somewhere, everywhere, forever and ever, Amen.
Hmm, the brain - antennae of the mind. Think of all the physical frequencies that are measurable, today. You've got frequencies for television, radio, wireless internet, blue tooth, cell phone towers, gamma rays, etc; and then now think of all the other higher-spiritual-frequencies that we can't measure just yet, at least with physical instruments; but that your mind, body, and soul are definitely picking up on, and even transmitting sometimes, the strongest, or at least most common frequency being love.
This force that is love, is responsible for every single person, that has ever lived and died on Carl Sagan's Blue Dot (a.k.a - Earth); there was a consciousness that put you right here, at this time, reading these words. Then, if love put you here, what are you doing, to honor that love? i.e. -
Another day, has passed. I'm on my lunch break, and this is what I was writing at work.
Sleepless, yet restless I remain,
for in you
I have new domain.
Beauty is
i, you, we, me, us
creation, destruction
molecular reconstruction
of the shiny hibiscus
For what is Love?
I don't know, but beauty still remains
i, you, we, me, us.
Again I ask,
What is Love?
Confusion, obtrusion
silver sinner, and lust
highs, and lows
blue moons, and newfound woes
Love has got to be a rhythm
ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Five beats, not four,
another more will overscore,
another less, underperforms
For Love is Five.
Mutations of newfolk, even spore
make most five-fingered gnomes
too happy, and giddy for
low test scores.
Apples, and Oranges
Diamonds, and Dust
I am You, You are I
We are One,
One is everything
i, you, we, me, us
The squinters, are wincers,
loving winter, for us;
the glarers, we stare, and perform
acts of lust:
And what is lust,
in the world where
to reason is treason,
and lying is a must?
You're going ahead,
but not really;
don't lose focus
for beauty can also be lust,
I love you,
you love me,
even breifly,
i, you, we, me, us
and where do I go,
to lend counsel & trust?;
to the convicted felons
of leisure & lust.
For...
Lust is a must,
and can be trust,
even in the world
of reason and treason;
For lust is a no-numbher,
much unlike love.
Quint, Cinco, Five
lust is alive.
The limitation is
the beholder, accept
no imitation.
Five is the season,
and the season's
almost over.
Four-leaf clovers,
and pixie dust
aren't necessary
for five.
Cinco isn't lust,
but it's most definitely
a part.
Part lies, parts seasons,
part ways, for different
reasons.
Children, and lesions
may be some reasons
to leave for a season,
Always coming back to
that time, when it
simply just was,
A perfect lust,
maybe, perhaps;
i, you, we, me us.
So yeah, I wrote that this morning at work, whilst I was riding off of the vibes from the night (if I can call it that) prior.
I feel like everything's a blur, almost like my life isn't real. My body is going through these motions, but where's my soul? Am I really tuning in to something higher? Or am I just higher?
I'm in some pain. The simple act of walking, is such a disorienting, and unfamiliar experience. I think I've pushed myself a bit much this time, and just need to recover.
I salute the God within you. Namaste :)
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