Rebeginning
random poetry that formed while writing down a few words of an idea:
Already given the power to shape the reality around us.
Continuations of perceptably self-defeating behaviors
What was it to do the same thing twice, expecting different results?
Is it masochistic to follow what you feel?
Depending upon the part of the question given focus.
It's the focus of ourselves, defining the times of our lives.
With the future, our ideas may change, and with it our past
How different, the adjustment of the way of looking at something?
Is it enough, to create a different reality, with the same underlying feelings
The turning of self-defeating, into wisdom.
Is it the joy of knowing our sorrows, or the experience to begin with, and what of the meaning?
How may one thing have value?
Can it be changed?
We have will, but what guides us?
In observation of ourselves, we see more clearly, but are we the same selves as we were in changing our viewpoint?
If so... then how can we say anything has changed?
If not... then who are we?
And with our powers of alteration, and others offerings of possibility to our lives, with or without meaning...
Without answers does it become more powerful?
Is being alive a reliance on faith, or something more pre-concieved, automatic even.
And does either answer truly offer anything to make the seeking of it something with quality?
How many stories we read, and data collected, in our language, in our heart.
The pollution of creation from used goods.
The beauty of transformation in reconstruction.
What is natural?
What is wrong?
What can be right?
What can we do?
We have the power to decide.
We have the power of nothing.
And with our blindness, in our faith, by our decision, from our instinct, in an incomprehensible reality.
Working for social advancement, longing for emotional release and the taste of desire reached.
Only once in a while getting to the very bottom, not yet done, sometimes trapped in feelings of defeat.
Inspired by review, in myself, in reading, in artistry, and modification, and the moving of letters and words.
Combinations creating displaced mappings of the world, in this moment, no other, gone in no time.
Without time, in all times, in the now, from yesterday, to tomorrow, lost in the darkness in beween.
Without anywhere to go, driving forward, to leave what was, by forgetting that it was, when that was the very reason for the need to go somewhere new.
And not reaching the destination, until forgetting it, because trying to hard, defeats it, and wasting time, by attempting to use it.
Fucking our spiritual selves, that are more than ourselves, or at least the only possibility that there will be a reason for our individual self.
Attempting to claim what was given to us as our own, is there any way that this gift could be taken away?
The gift we have of being able to abhor what we've become, and see the light illuminate ourselves for a moment at a time.
Able to be in a moment of illumination, and to look at it knowing it's uselessness.
Able to be in a rut of depression, for time on end, going on without reason.
Somehow, going on, fighting for life, in a darwinian psychological sense, or at the very least, or most, doing what we can,
When there are no rules, thereby no wrong answers, thereby doing the best thing every second of existance with no way of failing.
We have nothing to fear, it is easy, and we will battle against the undefeatable until our defeat, though we may win.
If only because of the not knowing.
But then again, the not knowing will only save us from the knowledge we are.
Without that we need it none at all.
So grace could be found by leaving.
And creation in destruction.
And death is always the product of life.
Circular rhythms, repeating of the one thing.
The two things.
The three things
Connectedness, opposition, differentiation.
Or four, five, more...
Holiness, geometry and pattern, complexity.
Pick a number any number, what of 0?
I don't know.
Negatives?
Antimatter.
Knowledge?
All goes back to nothing.
Begin again?
END
other:
work from 6-close (2:30am-ish)
then maybe out to siler city
woo!
dunno for certain I guess.
Already given the power to shape the reality around us.
Continuations of perceptably self-defeating behaviors
What was it to do the same thing twice, expecting different results?
Is it masochistic to follow what you feel?
Depending upon the part of the question given focus.
It's the focus of ourselves, defining the times of our lives.
With the future, our ideas may change, and with it our past
How different, the adjustment of the way of looking at something?
Is it enough, to create a different reality, with the same underlying feelings
The turning of self-defeating, into wisdom.
Is it the joy of knowing our sorrows, or the experience to begin with, and what of the meaning?
How may one thing have value?
Can it be changed?
We have will, but what guides us?
In observation of ourselves, we see more clearly, but are we the same selves as we were in changing our viewpoint?
If so... then how can we say anything has changed?
If not... then who are we?
And with our powers of alteration, and others offerings of possibility to our lives, with or without meaning...
Without answers does it become more powerful?
Is being alive a reliance on faith, or something more pre-concieved, automatic even.
And does either answer truly offer anything to make the seeking of it something with quality?
How many stories we read, and data collected, in our language, in our heart.
The pollution of creation from used goods.
The beauty of transformation in reconstruction.
What is natural?
What is wrong?
What can be right?
What can we do?
We have the power to decide.
We have the power of nothing.
And with our blindness, in our faith, by our decision, from our instinct, in an incomprehensible reality.
Working for social advancement, longing for emotional release and the taste of desire reached.
Only once in a while getting to the very bottom, not yet done, sometimes trapped in feelings of defeat.
Inspired by review, in myself, in reading, in artistry, and modification, and the moving of letters and words.
Combinations creating displaced mappings of the world, in this moment, no other, gone in no time.
Without time, in all times, in the now, from yesterday, to tomorrow, lost in the darkness in beween.
Without anywhere to go, driving forward, to leave what was, by forgetting that it was, when that was the very reason for the need to go somewhere new.
And not reaching the destination, until forgetting it, because trying to hard, defeats it, and wasting time, by attempting to use it.
Fucking our spiritual selves, that are more than ourselves, or at least the only possibility that there will be a reason for our individual self.
Attempting to claim what was given to us as our own, is there any way that this gift could be taken away?
The gift we have of being able to abhor what we've become, and see the light illuminate ourselves for a moment at a time.
Able to be in a moment of illumination, and to look at it knowing it's uselessness.
Able to be in a rut of depression, for time on end, going on without reason.
Somehow, going on, fighting for life, in a darwinian psychological sense, or at the very least, or most, doing what we can,
When there are no rules, thereby no wrong answers, thereby doing the best thing every second of existance with no way of failing.
We have nothing to fear, it is easy, and we will battle against the undefeatable until our defeat, though we may win.
If only because of the not knowing.
But then again, the not knowing will only save us from the knowledge we are.
Without that we need it none at all.
So grace could be found by leaving.
And creation in destruction.
And death is always the product of life.
Circular rhythms, repeating of the one thing.
The two things.
The three things
Connectedness, opposition, differentiation.
Or four, five, more...
Holiness, geometry and pattern, complexity.
Pick a number any number, what of 0?
I don't know.
Negatives?
Antimatter.
Knowledge?
All goes back to nothing.
Begin again?
END
other:
work from 6-close (2:30am-ish)
then maybe out to siler city
woo!
dunno for certain I guess.