… but be conscientious about what you are leaving behind — daily.
Category: ing form, to be
god missing himself
These days are energy, inspiration —-No! energy —- period!Here is an inner confidence in claiming that inspiration is a constant. It comes from all around, it comes in memories waiting to be re-unpacked, occasionally unpacked for the very first instance. It happens in any moment of passive, and wild, and deep observation of whatever flew… Continue reading god missing himself
An Incessant Life Surpasses Any Embroidered Requiem
The last breath will not be a question. There will be nothing to ask in the midst of such symbolic sounds implying a departure is at hand. The last breath will not inquire, for the last breath need not obey.
My Resolution…
is not a set goal. I am resolute.I live in resolution.I vibrate in resolution.I fall asleep, and stand awake,stand asleep, and fall awake,not resolute to a goalbut in the trajectory —- that of building.My resolution is not a set goal—- not set, not a state to be reachedbut beinginhaling and exhaling the joy and beautythat… Continue reading My Resolution…
Self
Asking a friend with experience and knowledge on fields of investment, where would he suggest a person to focus who has never invested before, he quickly answered: “Invest in yourself” Weeks ago I heard from another friend: “There is no self” I am now left with the further expansion of being, allowing more to be… Continue reading Self
…outside the Box
This concept, this perception mode refers to a reaching out into a realm outside a common structure. I need to point to this common structure, this outside realm, this box: these are not the shape of one self but that of society, either imposed or inspired by social and familiar norm.
Forget not
— digest
Crying at Sunset
Life at sunset likes to bring tears — to the horizon, and to the sun self On the cheeks of the sun setting, they flow differently than on those of them looking at suns setting.Near and far aroundthe horizon turns numb,encapsulated in the sensation of the ceasing of beauty of that sun, or in the… Continue reading Crying at Sunset
at sixty-three
On this path taken (and given) I have no regretsNot truly Today I am the master of lifeBut starting I was a lost slave of life
Allow me the want which may come your way
It shows that words are less than what they intend to carry It shows that love is a four letter word, while the greatest encyclopedia, and the simplest poem can not convey its meaning word by word It shows that being here, and wanting towards you, needs neither Platonic, nor Venusian goals.
Let me tell you a story
It is not the most beautiful one I have told, not the most inspiring, not the most moving to the listener but it did take place in front of my eyes. Because of what I saw, what I wanted, what I did, and what I tasted, it is a story. Man is not propelled by… Continue reading Let me tell you a story
being
Personal Lexicon: the accusative
If I can cry, smile, reflect, accept, aspire, succumb, fly, go, and come, naked, in front of a mirror large enough to hold me at a glance — why accuse any body or any soul at any time?
Beyond language and vocabulary
Thank you, William Shakespeare, Miguel de Cervantes, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe! Where would I be without your poetic tongues?And Jalāl ad-Dīn Mohammad Rūmī, and Alexander Pushkin, who can be more inspiring to dive and fly in life through your cultural, and equally transcendental wordings?You all understood something beyond our physical being which has had your… Continue reading Beyond language and vocabulary
Where do I come from? Where am I going?
Those do not appear to me to be the sense, purpose or basis for thinking, believing, and being. Being here, now, present, attentive, responsible, that is to me the space in which I ought to develop my talents, vibrate fully, dive deep, search to learn, here, now. To think to know where I come from,… Continue reading Where do I come from? Where am I going?
Personal Lexicon: “as days go by”
I find there to be a misunderstanding about the content packaged in days go by. Poetically there is a pleasing sound to it, or it may convey the sense of an unavoidable something, perhaps even wisdom. However, in the context of an individual development, days go in. Thankfully!
Personal Lexicon: Luxury
The mere human experience is a luxury. Breathing Smiling Tasting —- luxury And the soul, ingesting and releasing expressions which can never be physically encapsulated.
What happens after death?
Another question I find much more crucial, much more relevant, much more exciting, much more profound, much more spiritual and intellectual: what happens before death?
Please!
Learn to find joy, wherever possible.
The Memory
The individual ability to recall a memory, or the lacking ability to do so — either may be a support system, or a protective one, as we have become who we currently are, and evolve into the future self.
From Head to Tears
Physically and metaphysically, there is a state under which three things are orchestrated: a thought, impression, memory — something triggers a deep sense of beingwhich triggers a need to inhale deeply, and exhale loudly with which tears are alerted, or flow freely
Sila Blume 