Blank Canvas: Waiting for Inspiration

I sit and wait
the canvas is blank
my mind is blank
one minute empty
ready to be filled
I take a moment
to sit
and let the silence guide me
it is a long wait
for the dust to settle
from raw experience
overcome with emotional
exhaustion for days on end
tired to my very bones
all i can do right now
is strip down the wallpaper
and let the blank grey texture
overwhelm me
until the could’s and shoulds
clear from the mind sky
and some ray of light
penetrates the softness
and receptive nature
replenished by waiting
of my mind
now ready and waiting
for the spark
to hit.

It will.
I trust that
more than anything.

 

The Power That Rules my Fate…

Darkness or light? That is the choice, always. What we choose will be dependent on our attitude, our programming, our upbringing. There is always an opportunity for healing, wherever we shine our light. Sure, we will be hounded by the Darkside until we face it head on. That is our work. That is the only mission that really counts.

This Incantation is from The Eagles Gift, by Carlos Castaneda

“I am already given to the power that rules my fate,
and I cling to nothing, so I will have nothing to defend.
I have no thoughts, so I will see.
I fear nothing, so I will remember myself.
Detached and at ease, I will dart past the Eagle
to be free.”

You may need this when you embark upon your descent into the underworld!

May The Force Be With You….Always!

The Black Hole

I felt in you, inside me perhaps now I look again
A black hole.
It matters little where it was located, it was there.
There is something you should know about this place but I hardly know where to begin.
There is something in there that I feel compelled to see
To touch, to taste, to experience.
I think it is the unknowable.
The intangible.
The place into which we must leap, trustingly
With our life in our hands,
abandoned to the fate that awaits us.

As I said.
Unknowable.
Isn’t it.

Ineffable.

And I said to you that I wanted this and that.
But did I really know what I was wanting?
Beyond the surface patina of how things look, how things appear to our mind?
Did I really look beyond that?

For once, I did not.
I did not enter that black hole
For I was sore afraid.

And so should we all be.
Afraid.
But never be afraid of that fear.
For without that instinct, we are done for.
Without that fear, our integrity does not last.
Without that primal relevance, we are ourselves, irrelevant.

How can we become relevant to the world, and to ourselves, without the burgeoning sense of self-importance?
By letting go;
Every moment, a small surrender.
Every moment, a peaceful intention and determination.
Every moment, finding love, where once there was emptiness.

And of emptiness?
Who can say?
Therein lies the essence of the ‘black hole’.

I told you.
It’s deep alright!
And…
It’s all up for grabs.
Who’s game?

Coming?

Dorchester May 2nd 2017
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painting with ink on a brand new canvas

Now I Can See…

Now I can see what you are
What you are not
What I am
What I am not
I’m taking risks
To be close to you
Because I don’t always understand things
Unless I am close up
Snuffling around for clues
For food
Like a mouse
I want to figure things out
In detail
There is nothing like
The love I feel
When it is flowing
A shape can be formed
And trap us in it’s hold
But….
When we stop clinging and let ourselves feel
Exactly what we feel,
When we don’t lock anything down
And we can tell our truth
Without shame
And be heard by one another
Then the riches will reveal themselves
In the experiences we share
Together.

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a man sits by the window with a mask of his face in his hands photo artistry by adam white

Trust

Now I can see, what you mean is so much more to me than a cheap thrill. It’s a bitter pill to swallow when you know you’ve fallen into a trap and had to have your friends point out a few things about how you’ve been acting.

Suck it up.
Relax.
They have your best interests at heart.
You just have to believe they love you.

Serious Freedom

Serious is freedom’s business…
Let go of the ego’s version of freedom

And return to the freedom within

Let serious then become playful

For the business of freedom

Can never be corralled in moroseness

But must be let to fly

For the gold must be found 

In those who can and will

For the good of those who can’t

Or won’t

God bless them all

Humans alike

OM

Eye Of Horus: Bird God Sees All

When I fly high
i see all of humanity
locked in its own embrace
trying to curl in
upon itself
and carry on sleeping
but….
its time to wake up
from our slumber
and call to arms
the armies of angelic host
to help us conquor our own fear

Right now

Awaken your vision….

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