Letting Healing In


Systems of healing,
Epics fade,
Skull-face shown,
Epics abound.
Pineal gland and heart wide open,
Golden light in,
Chakras shine,
In alignment,
All cells lit up,
Brain glows white,
Bits downloaded.




The Magic Man


The magic man awaits his muscle,
To guide him through the terrestrial.
They push him through the grass and dirt,
Along his way to the mountain top.
Way up high, looking down,
His understanders understand,
How one can live in flesh and blood
And still become a magic man.




What is in a leaf



What is in a leaf?
Divinity in interconnected webworks.
What is happening?
Eternity in a moment.
How can this be?
Interconnectedness.
Who is doing this?
Everything as organism.




Rolling.


Life sails throughout my sight
Quivering melodies fluctuate all around
Dragging my pieces to pieces
Adjusting them back together in harmony

My seething soul flows out of my pours
Pouring into my self redefined
Causing me to catch it once again
Only to control it,
While it controls me

Still frames of living art
Sprinkle rapidly into my sight
Causing fluent cubism
To enlighten me to the theatre of my mind
Revealing time's secret of success

All mater turns to illuminous energy
As it reveals itself as such
Inviting me in
To expose me its tale

All of this in a simultaneous motion
Synergetic
Myself being synonymous,
With this synergy

Never to return
To how I stood before,
Standing never before,
To where I can return…




Waterfall Faces


Higher-dimensional waterfall faces,
Align in sync and together with me.
They smile…
Pantheism at its fullest,
In-animation comes alive.
Once again,
Plugging in.
12th dimensional patterns,
From the elsewhere,
Plug me into me.
No worries, just completely here,
More here than here.



Spaghetti Molecules


Earth eyes
Directed upon oneself,
Laying brickwork
To inner housing.
Seeing oneself as energy,
Meatball material,
Spaghetti molecules,
Mathematical integration.
Life force one,
The Universe observing itself.




Transfiguration Meditations


Inhale,
Exhale…………
Fire in my heart,
Crushing of my skull,
Codes of desires,
Language of transfigurations.
Impositions of creations,
Allowing them to become,
On their own.
Setting them free,
Coming into Being,
Once again,
Since the beginning of time.

The time has come.

Earthly roles have been nullified.

As the drive to experience otherness trumps all responsibility, a sickly sweet vapor possesses you by way of rampant, raving honeybees of infinity. You are the queen.

Oscillation.

Interior design spawns from animated, flowing, perpetually vanishing generative lines. Why do 1950's diners have so much in common with the organic technology of the alien programmers? Why am I so convinced that these programmers are not just regurgitated psychology? Even if they are, does it make a difference? A false dichotomy.

I am my own psychology. Does that mean my own configuation of brain cells, or the impulses of electricity that grow, organize, and access them? Or am I somehow both? E=mc2. Energy is matter. Am I then the programmers just as much as the program? Am I the facilitators of cognitive process just as much as cognition? A false dichotomy.

They are talking to me. Speaking in body launguage, eye contact, and vibration. Yet I convey meaning that truly, honestly, definitely, surely defies and exceeds any form of communication human nature has ever known. Forget language, forget music, forget art. Why me? What stock is involved?

As the details of this impossible experience absorb my attention, the amazement catalyzes the end of the impossible. The rational brain catalyzes the end.

For a few everlasting minutes, the lingering taste of mothballs, primordial ooze, science, 5 dimensional architecture, and alien insectoid reptilian elves reminds you of an idiosyncratic reality that waking life conditions you to define as impossible.

Tomorrow it is gone.

Until next time.

Awesome.

Maybe we should make this the everyone post hyperdimensional poetry thread.

Whoops!! Thats what I thought it was

We should.

Life is death, in the most beautiful way.
We're trapped in time.
Pure f**king destiny!