Feb 25, 2010
Apr 6, 2009
Then I went I learned to use it and to see within it,
Everyday I find myself further into the darkness,
With each step, something is consumed... something I mistook for myself.
But this darkness is deep
Embrace the darkness
The darkness is the window of the unknown. The darkness is the texture of reality. The darkness is
Jan 10, 2009
Dec 9, 2008
"Mrtyor mam amritham gamaya." (trans., from death lead me to immortality)
– Brhadaranyaka Upanisad, 1.3.28
Dec 4, 2008
Aug 6, 2008
There is a monster in my closet and each night it comes to whisper in my ear all the truths I never asked to hear. 'I know the darkness in their hearts and this is how I tell them apart' so speaks this monster to my heart. And in the happiest moments of my life, when I think it's gone for just one night, I see the world at its end (a permutation). Sometimes I hear its voice whisper to me just then of what and who I am to them. A lesson or a sign but its voice is never the same, always slightly different each time. And the people I see who are blind until that end they who are lost within dream-like fantasies still pretend. And at the climax when both the lesson and the story become clear I lose sight of who I thought I was and all that selfish fear. I then awake awake to my life's lie. I hear their praise and complain but now they sound the same. I see their reactions and pain but they remain unchanged. They still pretend as who I thought I was once did. I act my part while clarity stays but only temporarily as it must know for it always returns when I always forget and pretend that I am naive again, just like them. Until I face it, I am still not truly alive. I am no different than any I have met and what I gain I must grant.
Who you think you are and who I think I am are the roles we thus portray. Yet, when you lose your act or script you lose your way. Then what purpose is there for you each day? To play the only game there ever was. Never forget the roles you chose to play and get stuck in some so-named 'way'--a pseudo-slave to ignorance.
Who do you think you really are? Why would I ask you, anyways?
Say goodbye to who you think you are. There is a monster that you imagine, but there is no closet nor monster in reality.
Jul 30, 2008
All things are connected, not via some fabrication of feelings or longing expressed by those who do not understand but via causality (cause and effect) within known reality. Yet, as previously noted this too is an approximation of the truth.
Consequently, that which you do affects the whole of the cosmos, but whatever you do might also be caused by the cosmos. Then do we (a self) do or are we done by something else? Paradoxically [it may seem], neither we ourselves act nor are we ourselves the actions of something else. Since, we are the effects of the else and that which is else is the effect of something further... there is a web-like chain of cause and effect [known as Karma] leading back to particular sources--those whose actions were without cause. A self and the else merely re-act to what comes before them. Thus we shall define true action as follows, that which escapes the chains of causality; action is that which is outside the circuit of before and after. Finally, we shall also define the Self (not a particularity) as that which precedes everything (i.e. all subsequent reactions; reaction-ality).
For how much of what you do is action rather than reaction? ... and what can you say about those around you--do any of them act? It seems rare to witness action in place of reaction, yet if you did how might you know?
The more you act (rather than react) the more you are alive. The more you are alive the more you are then a source of action and thus a catalyst for reaction--a web spinner.
Ask yourself: How might the fly know when it is caught (trapped and controlled) in the web? It is only a fly and, as you'll soon see, there is so such thing.
Jul 28, 2008
All doctrines of reality are false because a doctrine must be expressed in a language (even cognized) and therefore also be confined by that language. Reality that we explain is less than reality. Whatever your doctrine states is inaccurate. The end.
Jul 25, 2008
Jul 7, 2007
I am as you, I am change.
"No teaching is ultimately helpful that declares the powerlessness of the individual in any direction ... for its effect is not the full development of one's powers, but their partial stultification." - U.G.Learn to master all circumstances... this requires concentration not needless wasted time that you'll never recover, this requires self-reliance (within) instead of misplaced dependence upon anything without. Learn true possession and events will yield to you.
"But we are not able... circumstances are too much for us" -- privateToo much for our actual (developed) power of control, but never too much for our potential.
"True change cannot occur within laws and limitations, predictions and imaginations." -- I.U.True change is bound by one's ideals; perceptions colored and labeled by one's ideas, understanding becomes biased. Learn to see patterns in everything. All knowledge is thus, fact will follow fact, each having its day, till the fact of each fact, the principle (the true-in-itself) becomes known. Learn to the see patterns within patterns.
"Ignorance is trust." -- R.Scott BakkarCan you defend against the unseen? What you ignore may not ignore you.
"Better wake up, you sleepy head, the big old world will pass us by, so many things we could do instead, get what you want with your lucky eyes." - P.O.I am as you, I am nothing.
None of this lasts, it's all change, except this game. Accept this game. .
Jul 1, 2006
An eclipse is rare. The light we see, each day above, dispels the darkness that surrounds it. It is more-often the case that we are to watch light's power over darkness, one-half of the battle.
A butcher is rare. For, so-termed "modern" society, food is already [as we so easily forget] grown, killed, maimed, and processed; as our wrapped food lacks the sig[-n]nature of death. It is more-often the case that the pseudo-connoisseur see's sustenance without death, an incomplete picture.
An un-happy ending is rare. As our standard language lacks a sufficient word for such as the "unhappy ending", we are instead bombarded with the un-real-istic happy ending, as to our fortune ['they' say], and to our amateur-ish vulnerability [un-fortunately]. It is more-often the case that one fails to follow their deepest desire[-s], to live a life [out of fear of the not-known and un-learned] of struggle that they see no alternative to; they believe that change might destroy whatever lesser happiness they have, from that damned happy ending. The result? Non-prepared, non-realistic, and ignorant human-beings constituting a majority. A majority that, when left un-checked, will destory whatever as-sumed progress has been accomplished; simply, the elimi-nation of that very 'stuff' which is currently sought and fought over. You witness it, in those, or yourselves who turn their conscious attention away from the war and toil caused by preserving one's religious doctrines(belief-structures). You witness it, in those, or yourselves who push the elderly, mentally unstable, or equally-considered "broken" person---without ascertaining one's own mal-function---out of sight and mind. You witness it, in those, or yourselves who deny [out of fear] death, and succumb to fantas[-y]tic delusions. Our children see half the actual-ity of total-ity because much is censored from their un-accustomed eyes. Society casts a blanket over those "rare and un-natural" moments, yet, despite their ignor[-ing]ance, it [naturally] exists, and will arise. At that time, the apparent apocalyptic caus[-e]ality, not-doubtedly forseen by many doctrines, yet, buried beneath layers of interpretations will be real-ized(made real).
How few have seen the black engulf the white. How many are then blinded from lack of in-sight. How feeble is [your] knowledge, without the will to fight. As direct as I can be: I. Your fears of death are the limits each of you must bypass! II. It's foolish to fear what is unseen and unknown! III. What room is there for change, within rules(laws) and regulations(limitations), expectation(predictions) and wishes(imaginations)?
This is a quest-ion for everyone. "If you'll open your eyes to the truth, a real secret is there."
[It] killed the boy that was, for whatever reasoning followed...it was essential.
Sep 18, 2005
to escape the eclipseskill to comprehend,
nor will to understand,
do you possess within,
when you assume the end,
actions pose imitation,
and willpower is pretend.
toward the scorched horizon,
beyond their hopes or reason,
i've set forth to finally become,
by essential challenge,
what had always beckoned,
sung by the awakened.
[If, as nothing, I return,] I'd meet again to talk your 'truth(?) of error', [in the end.]
Aug 11, 2005
Darkness of the heart.Ink Boy: "There once was a boy who never had fun.
To him the world was black and there was no sun."
There's now a girl who understands,
that blackend heart, of that young man.
She could bring her sun[light] into his land.
And he'll be joyful 'till the end;
'til her last beam of sun grows dim.
Then they'll greet his darkness, once again,
but, 'this time things change' says her hand... holding his.
One can never know the light without the dark.
And there's no lonliness, within one's heart,
without another, who first broke it apart.
Thus, toward the unknown, one must start,
and seek until one finds one's way (oneself), lurking in the dark.
Beware the monsters of a black, cold heart.
To venture alone, in this dark---perilous art.
So will she help him find his way?
Point her finger towards his safest fate?
Save him from that same mistake?
That I too, years past, once made,
To learn how easy one can stray.
To skip within the range of blackest flame.
To tempt my life with the Abyss de Pain.
All because I went alone with hate.
And whether curse or blessing, it's too late.
And I dare not teach you the way.
But I warn of dangers that await.
Unless you find a needle for your thread,
to guide you where you need be led.
Aug 5, 2005
Jul 26, 2005
the fear(s) of loss
The two of you play a tainted game of love and pain, longing and gain.
But in the end it's still the same... two halves spiraling around playfully, in focus or blurred... complementaries obtaining their true meaning, as the truth of this world is expressed completely.
I love so deeply.
Everything else loses flavor.
Everything else seems incomplete.
You are the only thing my eyes will see.
But do you feel the same about __?
Everything she'd ever do wasn't quite as it'd seem.
What if the girl you think you know, is nothing but a dream.
Emotions cloud reasoning.
Reasoning is endless.
Relative life is limited.
Learning to let go of what I fear to lose.
Learning to let go of what I don't know.
Forget who I was and who I want to be.
Forget what you did and what it will mean.
It's not choosing this [fucked up] reality.
It's a point of view outside of me.
This is the last [psuedo-]step.
Jul 10, 2005
sometimes, life is so-a-like a dream....
unpredictable, ever-changing.... and sometimes you even realize that you're dreaming... you have a degree of choice to either wake up, or take control of everything within your dreamed world.
and if you happen upon that moment, standing at the cross-roads of control and awakening... you could shift your gaze around and see the other-side of the many sights you dreamed up and passed by.
only then, at that specific moment (as best as words can distinguish), are you ready to choose your next step, and you must choose, for danger's close at hand/mind.
until then was there ever true choice (so called 'free'-will)?
I claim that true choice is born from pre-choice (conditioning a.k.a. fate). However, the real treasure is beyond-choice.
Let go... towards the unconditioned, towards the horizon, and towards the unknown.
The essence of this analogy is expressed systematically across reality.
Always two choices when awakening... leave it all behind, or gain unnecessary supercontrol
But what of their synthesis?
May 2, 2005
Apr 30, 2005
Zodiac WarriorsThe cub concealed, the scorpian arrives at the virgin's side.
Still can't say what you mean,
or clearly can you see,
and mean what you say.
You're surrounded by eternity,
---and yet you fade away!
The scorpion is stung. A mother, the virgin becomes.
Revealed what was concealed,
you remind me, that i forget what is real.
Was it essential to undo what was done?
---or is this the truth from which I run?
Confusing assumptions with reality.
Fate is not sealed but the lion is revealed.
My world is getting smaller everyday as everything's taken away.
I've decided [and convinced myself] not to stay...
[More and more] I think there was no other way,
All this truth converges [toward that fate].
That way, I cannot [safely] go down, again.
Tales reborn with magical lies. How long shall the dreamers dream, tonight?
Fading away, the entire dream.
Nothing is quite as it seems.
Keep looking but can't find yourself still hiding in between.
Reflecting the sadness felt, is that all you want to be?
Be bold my dear, go beyond the so-called fear,
Haven't you heard? We cannot die, not here, not right ---
--now... let's begin again, toward the horizon,
And forget how this is all supposed to end.
Apr 22, 2005
Within the plane of conscious denial...
Within my grasp the children torn...
Within the past the answer is born.
When the day has come, this shall be done un-done.
The truth will change your world [and ascertain your potential.]
After that day, nothing shall remain the same.
Apr 20, 2005
Itachi's Letter.I'm tired of the respons[e]ibilities... there is no future for this soc----... I cannot walk the[ir] path any longer.
Nothing is beyond our total capacity.
How many have forgotten what is most important to them, because they cling to something insubstantial [incomplete and unreal] like their identity and beliefs?
"True change cannot be made if it's bound by laws and limitations, predictions and imagination."
It's foolish to fear the unreal, the unknown, and the inevitable.
How one fails to measure their capacity--to see the depth of reality.
How blinded by time; this psuedo-dreamer's dream ultimately ends one [mis]concept[ion] at a time.
If you open your eyes [your-self] to the truth, the real secret is written there [everywhere].
You too, dear hypo-thesis* can awaken the same >< as he [had].
You too, luminous [and potential] syn-thesis** are neither [limited by] this crude matter nor this fleeting interpretated translation.
(* Hypo- : under-before)
(** Syn- : unity-totality)
Shall no one cross this un-crossable abyss?
And it is dark; time, space, and concept will blur.
"The only way out is through," (a)cross the bottomless abyss.
And it is dangerous, "once open, the door never closes."
No longer fear what you see [past the reflection]...
Apr 16, 2005
What you want.Do what you want to do.
Say what you want to say.
Will you be who you want to be?
Will you choose the way you want to play?
And what is holding you back? What is blocking your way?
Change to remain, there is nothing that you lack.
Change is the game, there are no real limits today.
Happiness is a state of mind. [Static subsides.]
Choose to live the life you want.
Saddness is a state of change. [And lonliness fades.]
Choose destiny the synthesis of fate and chance.
What could I ever try to say?
Apr 13, 2005
Addictions are limitations -- who's in control? "True change cannot be made if it is bound by laws and limitations, predictions and imagination."
Fate becomes destiny. "There's a subtle but distinct difference"