Barely There

DarkLight

David’s Sling

Teetering on the edge of oblivion, the black mask of reality torn asunder. Memories return. Afterlife images, meaningless surrender.

I was not tired when I heard the word whispered in my ear that night. Grey and dreary, starlight reflections on the wet asphalt. Colorless. Apart somehow, unreal. They told me to go home, now.

So I did, listening to my footsteps echo on the empty street. Urban homesteads with stoops for faces. Cold, lonely. I’d dreamt this before, I thought, long ago. Like a million years by the dream clock. So much undone, so much recounted. What on earth did it all mean? Continue reading David’s Sling

Under the Floor Again


“Under the floor again
Once I was up and in the air but now I’m down
Goodbye to all my friends
Forget I ever was, the mole goes underground”

The Damned

Conscious


“Pure informed attitude on the other hand,
must be taken raw or not at all.”
– Vera Long

Water in Abalone Shell

photo by Attasalina

Paraphrased and Trivialized

“Ignorant of their ignorance
yet wise in their own esteem
Deluded and Proud
spun by their Vain learning
the Blind led by as such.
Far beyond their hypnotised eyes
caught by the world of fleeting sense
Hidden in the Heart of every being,
subtler than the subtlest
greater than the greatest,
To go beyond all sorrow
is to behold the glory of the Self,
to realise; Death has no dominion.”

Seraphim Doctrine

Gazing at the Surface

Taking care of yourself is the most revolutionary act.

Into the deep. Where the surface patterns disappear and the cool water envelopes you in silence. Eyes closed, drifting, floating. Eyes open, seeing through a different medium.

As the story goes, Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection and died, not realizing the reflection was not real. It is easy to say that this represents a sort of self-love that is destructive, but what does that really mean? Why do we equate an obsession with illusion with self-love and connote that love as negative? Continue reading Gazing at the Surface