Seems like it’s always about the sky. The sky above and the sky within.The one within is an area that doesn’t know words.A space free of symbols except for the random shape and feel of gasses.Shades of thinking but no thinking.The stories on the ground wither away, even if they’re carved in limestone.This sky punches …
I am the sum of time forever.I am the sum of none of it.I am only a starving witness.I am alien to Earth. Was I born?This morning, in fact.Did I die?Always.Am I alive?As alive as you want to be.As dead as you please.All is story.Even feeding my self?Feeding the self is one of the richest …
What’s to report back to the gods? The experiment is failing. The ants have abandoned the hill and decided to smoke weed away from prying eyes. Love was discovered a fraud. Attempts at logic were proved illogic. Demons flew down from above only to be greeted as the self. People stopped walking in a straight …
They’re doing what they do. Fretting about the prices of things. Their worth and the cost of things coming and going, as if they had a hand in either. Games of kill the other and craft deceit on a third. Showing off a pyro-techno display in faraway lands. Something about gas and oil. Terrorizing the …
To understand desire,you need to come to terms with the galaxy under your nose.All is here.When you do that, you understand truth.By understanding truth you can rid yourself of desire.No desire and the galaxy under your nose is propelledaway as if by a sneeze of awareness.
