Beyond Known Boundries

Umber Skies

Palette Rock — Sat, 15 May 2010 03:36:45 +0000

As I walk out onto the Jasmine filled streets and take these photos of the umber skies a gripping ideal seeps into my core. I read of time travels mathematical possibilities, physicists clamoring to find “god” particles so we can unite our theories, and yet we discover that the universe grows larger each day; billions of galaxies radiating their persistent existence, and one particle is believed to have created it all. Here, I want to scream, here, feel it inside yourself, IT’S HERE, in the very core that holds you upright after 100 revolutions of spinning in place with your arms outstretched..it’s here within the currents that create this 3D reality you call home, a star among your empty skies. Tiny molecular exchanges, energetic currents, waves of sensations to capture you among a current, these sensations unite us, they can alter our rage, our pain, our fears, and most importantly our solidarity.

I have been faced with mortality lately, how fleeting yet impressionable our lives are to one another’s inner composition. Each loss like a tree in a forest of admiration, tiny leaves falling from ones branches and we hear each fluttering tale of the soul that lived inside that reflection. We gather our brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, aunts and uncles, cousins and friends, gather them like piles of fallen leaves, yet they are forever an essence to the ones we are today. We cannot trace our path without their impression, or the impression left upon another in our circle.

How is it that empathy only lives inside some? How is it that life’s differential attributes can manifest a hatred that would rather destroy than understand the intricate beauties that bless each one of us when united in grace? I wonder how we loose sight of our only given gift, the only truth we can always see, each other. How we cannot recognize that this must hold the only key? No one gets out of this life alive, but must there only be one way to exists on this mystical planet Earth, this simple spiral galaxy, surrounded by trillions of other worlds in billions of other galaxies? How can killing each other over differences, monetary value, ideals of religious iconographic scriptures, prophets or books be our only connection to our moralities salvation? Where does that “godness” within all our beliefs meet all of the billions of people we have chosen to be?

Heaven seems to be a pretty “universal” word for it, but if we live our differences here why have we chosen a place none have lived to tell of to meet in unity, peace or bliss? What will be the change that occurs when we cross that threshold of life and death? Who created this ideal of a solution after the end of one’s known existence? How can we find any resolutions without the source of our discord, without the encounters actual exchange of reconciliation? Why have we created this identity that cannot overcome it’s differences here, now, in our lifetimes acknowledgement. Are there sects in heaven? Are there only a certain few that can live there, what of all the others that are so sure of their beliefs? Where will they go? Where will we go? Where will he or she go? Will we all go to different places because of minute differences in our belief structures? Or will we all go to the same place and have some magic wand pass over us to all get along? Or will we all be the same, will our hands be in the air to just get over it and move on? Or will we all hold the same grudges, the same torches, the same fears, the same hatreds? These will suffer, they will go to hell, those are daemons, thems infidels. Seriously, we must all go different places then, right? We all have our own ideas of this and that..each of us are unique, that is a known fact, so…that must mean?? I guess the universe is large enough to spread us all out so we aren’t too close to those other people. Honestly, we can do better than that, can’t we?

We are surrounded by our home, the only place we have, we are surrounded by beauty, the only true beauties we know. We have this life to knowingly grant grace to those that cross our paths, we have the days to share, we have the nights to embrace. All we have that is certain is here, surrounding us in everyway. Our differences are many but in truth we are all we really know, and this path must hold a key to the doorway of our threshold. What ye reap, ye sow, here or in “heaven”. I cannot imagine it could be any other way, so why wait to get there, have it here. It is here, at least all you will share with your fellow “man”, in a sharing of wisdom, a breath of hope, an embrace of peace, a tear of joy, a life of graceful notions, everything is contagious, even unity.

The Past Never Departs Without Impression

Palette Rock — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 06:51:10 +0000

What would it all mean to us if there were such thing as a transgressive existence? If at every step it was a fact that our transgressions would be apparent, lets say as a bum on the street in ragged clothing, what if our inner selves stood out like poverty, starvation, bloated egoic balloons, monkeys on a string, mines, mes, those, thats , theys, she and hes? Where are we? Has it ever been taught or apparent that it is all of us that make this beautiful world beat in harmony? Can you not see how much is being destroyed each day from separation? As we part from ourselves, part from the solution, we part from the true nature that binds us. What happens when you get a good vibe? Or a bad? Or a vibe that makes you run after the stars that trail that persons toes? Feelings, we may not know exactly why, call them weird, strange, odd, I know, not sure, whatever, but really these are times that effect our lives. What if all times effected our lives? What if they were not about lust, love, money, sex, food, free, easy? What if this life were about the moments we spent with one another? The moments that we kept time for a bonding upon this cyclic existence? Everything comes back around, in hindsight, but if it’s good it can only get better, if it’s basis is outside of the heart it only turns into darkness. Goodness knows we have too much darkness. TBC

The Shape of Our Soul

Palette Rock — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 19:54:14 +0000

If life is such that the sages account, this is all an illusion, leading towards the next experience that shapes our soul. All dependant upon the paths traveled, the roads turning, the previous procurements. All is such a mystery they say, no mind nor ego can place its meaning. Resistance is futile, only the manner in which we navigate into the next moment matters. In all life’s twists and turns, these simple advices seem to hold weight upon a scale that cannot, in time, remanifest the hot face that shown with anger or the nausea that brought pain, or taste the sweet life that filled you, or bounce among your accomplishments, you are simply left inside an ideal of what the emotions brought to pass, those secluded islands among the nature you now posses. All remains in hindsight, if it were not for such a great place there would be no drive for excellence, no passion, no hunger for another time, another try. It is but the human ego that suffers upon the mirror of existence, the memory that recounts and the mind that distinguishes these similarities, mere stimuli for a complex vehicle awaiting more gas. We strive for more, strive to be a part of a whole, always looking towards others, or things, or here in there or there to be here, and as the moments have faded, when reminded, we wander into the places we have been, holding the key of hindsight, and there among the shadows a door may be revealed. Upon each recognition of frailty, loss, wrong, right, conditions, fear, doubt, strife, struggle, happiness, faith, hope, courage, strength, love, or maybe a simple dream, beyond, awaiting us in a room filled with life is the moment that was lost to the confusion of our own greatness. To not stand upright into the next moment that could have overcome the reflection of what once was, overcome that survival mechanism that has long been outdated, embrace the beauty that was before us, exalt the passion into others, and wander into the arms of acceptance without the mental mind frame to dim, or the simple pleasures to sway, or the contrite words to conquer, but simply release and bring into life the maturity of a thousand before us. Consciousness is our right, our reason among our seasons, our only strength against the ego that drives a country to ruin, a hope to pass, a moment to fade. It is not the spotlight upon us, it is the release towards the forest through the tress, it is the route that leads all towards unity in recognizing ourselves. Consciousness ignites a soul to continue, even among the darkness the horse will find water, holding the key of hindsight, there among the desert an oasis will be found. It is all around us, swelling among the ethers, awaiting our seizure of the moment, our true footsteps among greatness, our souls shape within a infinite universe.

Socioeconomic Obligations – We all Begin Somewhere

Palette Rock — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 00:16:14 +0000

Have you ever felt a life without want?? Where did you go? What did you do? Was there a sky? A wasted moon? A flutterby gently flittering within your sights? A shadow among the tree? A skeleton under your blanket? A hummingbird soaring for your tender affection?

Entertainment lends itself to broken bits of hope, it flails and flounders, severed yet leeching the light from the silent soul that lives. It is a pompous ego that breeds and a mealy mouth that independently struggles against the bravery of discovering oneself. Adopting yourself into the moments among this life can yield gifts that span beyond the imaginative embraces of want.

There is this movement among my generation that believes the only contribution they have to this life is for entertainment purposes. They contort their bodies, suck flesh from them, add fat to them, place bags in them, dress themselves in pricey garb and seek adoration from strangers in this world, a moments fancy within their drama, and they call it life. I see the life around me, it is not entertainment, it is sorely lacking the attention that it desires, it is starving, bleeding from bullets of hate, thirsting for water, and imprisoned by those that feel they are different, smarter or better, but none of it is entertaining to me.

Among the conscious decisions that we are granted in this life, above all others we should be instilled at a very young age, decisions of ethical obligation, for those that lack, those that have should embark upon restructuring our social economic foundations. From the base of our society we should reach out to those that could benefit from time and efforts, social centers of hobby, centers of a community that can enrich the true natures of our society, and enable these children of our future with the tools to assist them in situations we may not be a witness to, share strengths for character that will eventually allow the prevalent destructive behaviors to be unacceptable within this society. We currently have a ticking time bomb in our hands and many blind eyes entertain themselves with distractions of gluttony; food, drink, unnecessary objects of expense, sex, porn, self centered entertainment lacking intimacy, immediate gratifications in all their wondrous shapes and intricate designs?!

As the degradation of our society becomes known to the world we continue to struggle with these better than the Jones’s notions, continue to live a life without care, what was once a powerful nation has now bankrupt itself to every country around us and the games continue!? We must take care everywhere, everyday, to end this cycle of masochism, truly we only hurting our quality of life as the food chain dwindles. Those around us begin to fall deeply, beyond our reach, there is no entertainment in this, it is real, alive and should be very painful to witness. To release this burden we must fight for our nation, each and every one that creates it, the trickle down effect has to end, eventually it will be you, or I, each of us are accountable and an intricate piece within this puzzle. The longer we continue to deny our own frailties, the longer we isolate our problems, the deeper the muck becomes.

Have we all become so right and special the we can no longer walk upon the same landscape? Perhaps we are all different in perception, in choices, in routine, but elementally, energetically, we are all made up of the same finite particles that dwell inside this world. It is a place that must be honored, a place of unity, a place without religious boundaries, or concepts, we tread upon the same Earthly ground skewing its views to meet our selfish ends?! Is that all we are here for? Is this to be our legacy?

So we are smart, cute, funny, peculiar, hot, unique, beautiful, confused, pained, at odds, at a crossroads, right, wrong, burdened, poor, hungry, tired, stressed, ruined, beginning again, feeling, caring, sentimental, kind, giving, loving, joyous, too smiley, weird, talkative, rich, elaborate, eclectic, egotistical, interesting, healing, hopeful, divine, an object of affection, quirky, flamboyant, intense, strong, intelligent, too thin, too dark, too light, tasteless, cruel, broken, abused, spoiled, extravagant, immoral, excited, glowing, sweet, sour, sick, ill, creative, strange, isolated, obsessive, addicted, controlling, lost, happy, depressed?!? Okay, these are places in our time, pieces of us that create an environment of witness, experience, they are life, all our lives, somewhere, in time.

To reach inside and pull that place of empathy from its core of recognition, to hold your heart in your hand, exposed, to ask, to share, to give, to feel, all life is our obligation, eat it, beat it, kill it, hold it, comfort it, embrace it, laugh at it, joke, persecute it, strip it, chew it up, touch it, sense it, listen to it, adore it, make peace with it whatever you choose to do to it, but know that you have effected it, know that you have taken part in it, and at night be grateful you had it, or change, reach out, open up to it, break the glass ceiling of patterns, rise above your past, reach into your hopes, look into the spaces before you with eyes that feel. Have a hand in change, changing the emptiness that believes nothing matters, nothing counts. It does, one of us somewhere has felt it, knows of it. There is no empty spaces between in this world, they all live and breath inside one of us, somewhere, right or wrong, special or not, followed, forgotten, but never unfelt. We are all children to the unknown, life in one hand, choices in the other, we must find a way to meet in the middle.

Escaping the Idea of the Ouroboros

Palette Rock — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 20:32:38 +0000

Such is this simple life that it can follow paths into a darkness, steal away the very time that creates it, and circle itself round and round its egoistic rationale. As an Ouroboros recreating its pain of devouring itself, a continuous cycle of reflection lends itself to destruction and finally back into life. Like children we have been taught to depict, divide, compute, discerning here from there as steps, not people or spirits, not souls we may meet again, leading the mind into a machine of destruction only in time to find faith where the thread was cut. Caught so heavily in this world of material behavior, the limbs that walk, the ears that are capable of listening, and the tongue that speaks has been taken from the very core of our existence. Yet unknowingly the pain inside that causes this separation form truth is the only connection we have to ourselves, we coil, squirm from this life and those around us. In truth there are no answers without being, there is no right or wrong, it is the purification from our thoughts that is necessary, without the life that breathes around us, no matter our comfort level, we must learn to be our eternal selves. When we devour our thoughts to the extent of loosing this life we chew on the very cord that connects our soul to the nature of its journey. To see your shadow in your reflection, to sense your history before feeling the present, to be lost yet found, eternity is difficult. As infinite strokes divide, they unite, meeting yourself in each crevice, yet consistently letting death be. On and on a cyclic existence is known. Yet there must be a middle where you can follow that sense of your path and embrace divinity. To know is to be without life, to feel is to structure your place within, to question is to loose the seconds that spill into the hourglass of reflection. To liberate like the dawn across the great divide and walk into each moments eternity is not known as the hands of time, it inhales and exhales as a united soul within us, if we knew where we were going we would have no need for life, if we were meant for one thing we would not live, if a simple truth is the answer we are already home, we must listen, see the dawn, sense the night, and walk silently into the present life that is as a gift before us. Yet we swallow all we keep telling ourselves, deeper until we meet the beginning and miss the past. I like my soul the way it is, here I am, here, over here, okay maybe we are everywhere meeting ourselves in everyone. I would rather be now than be lost to myself later, if I fumble or fall, I learned, if I bruise or batter I accept my deeds, if I breath and love among all, I live as I was meant to, here and now.

The Wall of Entropic Consciousness

Palette Rock — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 00:14:03 +0000

As the ice melts away in my glass I wonder to myself how much consciousness of my progressive life has melted away and what remains a factor within that glass? My mind has always been astir, frantically equating the rationale of my existence within each moment, the weights and measures of my created future; heat up with a driving force of need, cool down with the affirmations of placing necessities. All the while I felt I held the reigns among this untamed random existence, yet at each step I met with my environment, much like a free energy exchange and my encounters began to develop equilibrium. What was once in disorder by egoistic practices of predicting future events began to rationally exist within my present place in time; thus dissipating the entropy within my consciousness. Heat and light are indestructible forms of matter, they exist without our conscious contribution, I am flesh and bone and the energy that unites me to live within this world is based upon this reality. Refracting and repelling like souls upon each encounter, my judgment of a moment may in turn create an irreversible consequence until later review, if in fact I recharge the situation with weights and measures or I choose to let its energy dissipate. Statistical Mathematics would have you believe there is no consciousness within the distribution of energy…everyday consciousness exists among energy, mankind is the distribution of energy, therefore an attribution to all equations, somehow, all these principles need to unite. Everything is energy, we all interact, we all progress, regress, dissipate, and regroup to form new found principles of our secular environments. Such is life, existence and the fundamental principles of creation. Here you have a soothsayer that attempts, such as a Mathematician or a physicist, or a Physic that tries to define a future-seriously let it live and experience, embrace your principles that exist within your creation, place a wall upon the entropy of consciousness and encompass equilibrium. Give thanks and breath,we are not another equation of rationale,we are life units of matter embarking upon encounters that create new theories of our energies copulation with life.