Tick, Tick, Tock
A friend, of similar life disposition, lays in a care facility a month after surgery, wondering what all was done wrong and if it can be fixed. Most importantly, if comfort and lack of pain can be experienced again.
Selfishly I debate my own place in the future of such experience. I find myself hoping there will be someone there to advocate for me. I find myself hoping I never need such work done. I begin to realize more and more the importance of a regime of exercise that is not impactful but fluid.
Of maintaining a weight an older set of bones can withstand.
Of spending more time with people who make things happen and less with those who complain about things happening.
Of spending more time in contemplation of expanded death with dignity rights which will encompass exactly what I need, exactly when I need it. Which, lucky for me, is not exactly this moment.
Although one can never know when exactly this moment will be.
In this moment one can hope for ... ecstasy.
That which keeps all focus lost to such worried reality. That which keeps one connected to all and All. Connected to the full experience of self, less ego.
The drums, the guitar, a brush in my hand, a smile from love, a chaos of words spilling from head to pen, and sometimes just the closeness of a friend; all and All, pushing me higher, ever closer to ... ecstasy.
The most base to the most existential points on Maslow's Hierarchy of needs are attained through ecstasy.
So many are not willing to attempt extending their reach for ecstasy. Instead just repeating, the most base of ecstacic connection, while dismissing the power to be ... whole.
Lost ... in the simplicity of the chase. Clinging to the feeling this moment creates.
Missing altogether the power of indescribable understanding of all and All which only a higher frequency connection allows.
Thus choosing instead the simplicity of the chase and the feeling this moment creates.
Living in, "If I could just recreate."
The present can be held for only so long. As the present stops coming, the past stops directing, and ...
Tick
Tick
Tock
Awaken.
To the decision.
Chase tradition?
Or step into the next chamber of God.
For what is ecstasy but the ability to halt time and fully connect.
Be.
Here.
Now.
I promise. It is deeper than now. Yet nothing more powerful.
Salvation ...
~TigrisSky
Selfishly I debate my own place in the future of such experience. I find myself hoping there will be someone there to advocate for me. I find myself hoping I never need such work done. I begin to realize more and more the importance of a regime of exercise that is not impactful but fluid.
Of maintaining a weight an older set of bones can withstand.
Of spending more time with people who make things happen and less with those who complain about things happening.
Of spending more time in contemplation of expanded death with dignity rights which will encompass exactly what I need, exactly when I need it. Which, lucky for me, is not exactly this moment.
Although one can never know when exactly this moment will be.
In this moment one can hope for ... ecstasy.
That which keeps all focus lost to such worried reality. That which keeps one connected to all and All. Connected to the full experience of self, less ego.
The drums, the guitar, a brush in my hand, a smile from love, a chaos of words spilling from head to pen, and sometimes just the closeness of a friend; all and All, pushing me higher, ever closer to ... ecstasy.
The most base to the most existential points on Maslow's Hierarchy of needs are attained through ecstasy.
So many are not willing to attempt extending their reach for ecstasy. Instead just repeating, the most base of ecstacic connection, while dismissing the power to be ... whole.
Lost ... in the simplicity of the chase. Clinging to the feeling this moment creates.
Missing altogether the power of indescribable understanding of all and All which only a higher frequency connection allows.
Thus choosing instead the simplicity of the chase and the feeling this moment creates.
Living in, "If I could just recreate."
The present can be held for only so long. As the present stops coming, the past stops directing, and ...
Tick
Tick
Tock
Awaken.
To the decision.
Chase tradition?
Or step into the next chamber of God.
For what is ecstasy but the ability to halt time and fully connect.
Be.
Here.
Now.
I promise. It is deeper than now. Yet nothing more powerful.
Salvation ...
Click to view~TigrisSky