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Sulci/Gyri
After the mysteries
&
the fears faced
There
is
Emptiness
Behind
the
Face
Of one illusion
into
Another illusion
In
Diffusion
Unto
Nothing
Save
for the
Sacred
which
Saves
As
The
Mind
Moves
&
The
Pen
Grooves
Published 5th Sep 2021
Author's Note
... After I take a shower I often stare out the open window, in the pit of night. I was thinking about how I felt at different times, in the last few years.
... I thought of the mystery of the present, which becomes the past, upon which we reflect, seemingly an illusion, as we are presented with the present/future, which, based upon the nature of our perspective upon the past, would seem to indicate the illusory nature of the current present, and, presumably, the future, and, how these sorts of thoughts occur out of the realm of space and time, which isa feeling of emptiness, without being true emptiness...
... Something like this.
... Like how how one mystery is exchanged for another mystery, always. And each side of the mystery is an illusion, in and of itself.
... I thought of the mystery of the present, which becomes the past, upon which we reflect, seemingly an illusion, as we are presented with the present/future, which, based upon the nature of our perspective upon the past, would seem to indicate the illusory nature of the current present, and, presumably, the future, and, how these sorts of thoughts occur out of the realm of space and time, which isa feeling of emptiness, without being true emptiness...
... Something like this.
... Like how how one mystery is exchanged for another mystery, always. And each side of the mystery is an illusion, in and of itself.
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5th Sep 2021 3:28pm
good morning dearest Cipher
this is deep,,,there was a time
I would take my hand with a ring on it
and click it against something solid
to be sure it was real...
at the time the supernatural had my full attention
as they were so full of thought and things to tell me
it was a little frightening as I didn't know what was
happening in the corporeal world...
was it an illusion?
or was it real...
I feel you on changing perspectives
sometimes I wish to go back
when my mind was more innocent...
of course that would mean losing knowledge
it is a heavy weight sometimes wisdom...
in any case profound inking...
this is deep,,,there was a time
I would take my hand with a ring on it
and click it against something solid
to be sure it was real...
at the time the supernatural had my full attention
as they were so full of thought and things to tell me
it was a little frightening as I didn't know what was
happening in the corporeal world...
was it an illusion?
or was it real...
I feel you on changing perspectives
sometimes I wish to go back
when my mind was more innocent...
of course that would mean losing knowledge
it is a heavy weight sometimes wisdom...
in any case profound inking...
5th Sep 2021 6:00pm
Thank you so much for sharing this with me Crimsin. This is deeply fascinating.
... This sounds almost like your intellectual vibration was operating on a frequency of increased speed, as your biological frequency mirrored this expansion, and you were self aware enough to sense what was transpiring,
(That is extremely deep.)
After all, that is all we are is frequencies of varying degrees of speed. I believe the actual speeds of things can perhaps be quantified and certainly be influenced, by varying methods and practices.
... The idea of the hand with a ring on it is perhaps parallel, on some level, with my conception that the only reality is the movement of the pen: This is my verification of reality.
Which an extreme position to take, but some things were meant to be radical.
And this, in and of itself, alters my vibration, I believe.
I think, also, that we can create thought forms, based off the memory of vibrating at altered frequencies, and tap into this energy at any time.
... It is extremely frightening to explore such realms.
and to go it alone...
As we so often or always must.
... I think it was both illusion and reality, but can also be a stand alone of either. I always return to the binary nature of our existence and how everything is one thing or the other while also being both things, simultaneously.
... It takes great courage and strength to explore the realms that you explore and you inspire me.
... Your perspective is incredibly profound.
The idea of the trade offs, present with everything, perhaps also reflective of the binary world.
... I think I tend to view all things as a sort of liquid surface to reflect upon. In this way, there is no difference between one aspect of the surface and any other aspect of the surface.
From all aspects, reflections occur, and no reflection is any different than any other reflection.
Everything is perfect, somehow.
... Just some things I think about.
... And then at the same time, much like the self alteration of personal frequency, the reflection, based upon prolonged interaction, becomes increasingly more mutable, and interactive.
We are, interesting mechanisms, after all.
... This sounds almost like your intellectual vibration was operating on a frequency of increased speed, as your biological frequency mirrored this expansion, and you were self aware enough to sense what was transpiring,
(That is extremely deep.)
After all, that is all we are is frequencies of varying degrees of speed. I believe the actual speeds of things can perhaps be quantified and certainly be influenced, by varying methods and practices.
... The idea of the hand with a ring on it is perhaps parallel, on some level, with my conception that the only reality is the movement of the pen: This is my verification of reality.
Which an extreme position to take, but some things were meant to be radical.
And this, in and of itself, alters my vibration, I believe.
I think, also, that we can create thought forms, based off the memory of vibrating at altered frequencies, and tap into this energy at any time.
... It is extremely frightening to explore such realms.
and to go it alone...
As we so often or always must.
... I think it was both illusion and reality, but can also be a stand alone of either. I always return to the binary nature of our existence and how everything is one thing or the other while also being both things, simultaneously.
... It takes great courage and strength to explore the realms that you explore and you inspire me.
... Your perspective is incredibly profound.
The idea of the trade offs, present with everything, perhaps also reflective of the binary world.
... I think I tend to view all things as a sort of liquid surface to reflect upon. In this way, there is no difference between one aspect of the surface and any other aspect of the surface.
From all aspects, reflections occur, and no reflection is any different than any other reflection.
Everything is perfect, somehow.
... Just some things I think about.
... And then at the same time, much like the self alteration of personal frequency, the reflection, based upon prolonged interaction, becomes increasingly more mutable, and interactive.
We are, interesting mechanisms, after all.
5th Sep 2021 4:12pm
Wonderful write ... after I read your AN ... the poem looked like streaks of water running down the glassed wall of a shower ... the format fits the poem so so well ...
5th Sep 2021 6:02pm
I am so impressed but not surprised that you made this identification.
Thank you so much Lil.
:)))
Thank you so much Lil.
:)))
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5th Sep 2021 6:10pm
Wow R. I was just talking about reflections, in my response to Crimson's comment. (And I had not seen your comment!)
... I see synchronicity here.
... I think there are all sorts of aspects of our physical and spiritual operations that is not known or understood.
You have an uncanny way of seeing into these things, and very much stimulate my thought process, thereby.
... The hands (palms) are said to be a place where the astral light of the individual is released.
... Now if we make a connection between the astral light and the bloodstream and the mechanism of breathing, and breathing as a form of communication and communication or the will to communicate being something which instinctively seeks/finds a medium through which to exist...
Well... A sort of clarity begins to take shape.
Like footsteps that are born...
It would be a matter of learning how to conduct the energy, or, having a natural propensity to do so, or, having the natural propensity but also working with it, because nature left alone fails.
... This took me places.
I deeply appreciate you, as always.
... I see synchronicity here.
... I think there are all sorts of aspects of our physical and spiritual operations that is not known or understood.
You have an uncanny way of seeing into these things, and very much stimulate my thought process, thereby.
... The hands (palms) are said to be a place where the astral light of the individual is released.
... Now if we make a connection between the astral light and the bloodstream and the mechanism of breathing, and breathing as a form of communication and communication or the will to communicate being something which instinctively seeks/finds a medium through which to exist...
Well... A sort of clarity begins to take shape.
Like footsteps that are born...
It would be a matter of learning how to conduct the energy, or, having a natural propensity to do so, or, having the natural propensity but also working with it, because nature left alone fails.
... This took me places.
I deeply appreciate you, as always.
6th Sep 2021 00:14am
6th Sep 2021 3:48am
6th Sep 2021 9:06am
The ebb and flow of the way we seem to make our way through the world, through life itself... perhaps how we rise to an occasion or not... The immense secrets that are still locked within those folds of our brains.... The truly unlimited potential that is still yet to be accessed, can willingly be accessed ... A fluidity of being.... How easily it can change, in a blink .... like the current... or the path of water, trickling down, making it's own reality... it's own path.....
There's depth and purpose that runs so deep, my dear Cipher.... I can feel the ideas and the questioning you've unveiled here, like waves that undulate against your body....
Just some thoughts your words inspired-🌹
💙 - B
There's depth and purpose that runs so deep, my dear Cipher.... I can feel the ideas and the questioning you've unveiled here, like waves that undulate against your body....
Just some thoughts your words inspired-🌹
💙 - B
6th Sep 2021 2:28pm
I love how you transpose the actual brain upon the actual physicality of the world.
... RiAN pointed out to me how poetry is like the Ley Lines of the Earth, which I find to be true and profound.
... I feel like you make a similar observation, here.
And it is certainly appropriate. On a surface level: What is the world but a series of perceptions, that have a physical mechanism (amongst other aspects)?
The map of the world is written in the folds.
But it is, as you have noted, a living thing, that takes the form of an ebb and flow, and contains the secrets of locations not yet seen, and futures not yet lived.
And potentials not yet realized. Awaiting the willing.
Awaiting the revelation of the path, which is interactive.
... Depth and purpose. Thank you so much for your deep, purposeful exchanges of energy.
You have helped me to grow, with the light of your radiant soul.
These Zen thoughts have taken me places.
Thank you Blu.
(My eyes become like the origins of waves, unveiled, that undulate against celestial bodies, somewhere where purpose and depth comprise the scapes with waving pennants of salvation.)
... RiAN pointed out to me how poetry is like the Ley Lines of the Earth, which I find to be true and profound.
... I feel like you make a similar observation, here.
And it is certainly appropriate. On a surface level: What is the world but a series of perceptions, that have a physical mechanism (amongst other aspects)?
The map of the world is written in the folds.
But it is, as you have noted, a living thing, that takes the form of an ebb and flow, and contains the secrets of locations not yet seen, and futures not yet lived.
And potentials not yet realized. Awaiting the willing.
Awaiting the revelation of the path, which is interactive.
... Depth and purpose. Thank you so much for your deep, purposeful exchanges of energy.
You have helped me to grow, with the light of your radiant soul.
These Zen thoughts have taken me places.
Thank you Blu.
(My eyes become like the origins of waves, unveiled, that undulate against celestial bodies, somewhere where purpose and depth comprise the scapes with waving pennants of salvation.)
Very profound write, dear poet... I have added it to my reading list coz I'm gonna read this (including your AN) again and meditate on your words....
Talking about illusion... It takes me back to almost two decades ago when I was a teenager and had a 'transcendental' experience... Don't know whether it was really a transcendental, mystical experience or simply depersonalization . . . But it was overwhelmingly a profound experience... Very eerie... Very outworldly.... But it did give me some perspective about our own so called 'reality'....
Talking about illusion... It takes me back to almost two decades ago when I was a teenager and had a 'transcendental' experience... Don't know whether it was really a transcendental, mystical experience or simply depersonalization . . . But it was overwhelmingly a profound experience... Very eerie... Very outworldly.... But it did give me some perspective about our own so called 'reality'....
6th Sep 2021 2:30pm
I am deeply appreciative of your words Dreamz.
... This experience, I believe would make for a wonderful write.
... I do hope that you compose such a piece. And when/if you do, I will be there.
:)))
... This experience, I believe would make for a wonderful write.
... I do hope that you compose such a piece. And when/if you do, I will be there.
:)))
