Sunday, May 29, 2011
Exact place
I see the exact place, some say I am out of place,but i am in the right state of being, no sense of space, time has run out, it is dead, nothing exists but the freedom that we once had, imagine to live a thousand years and a thousand years more, no more asking your age, the number one killer is old age, but we accept it, like the increasing lines on our forehead, the life planned out for us we dread, we are dead if we believe their heed, if we give them our power, hour after hour, believing in their sour lies that drip from their eyes, foul cigarette smoke that they blow out their nose, the enlarged prostate and ego, trapped in an ego driven vehicle, a cycle always been recycled, but I stand firm, plant my feet in the green earth, and raise my hands to the sky, nothing can break me or shake me, sit and meditate in front of the tidal wave whispering I am not afraid
Meditate 1
I sit and float on the highest mountain peak,
I peak over the clouds and look around,
then up, I see the stars, then down, I see the earth,
side to side I see the curvature in the horizon,
then I look inside,
I stare in wonder,
one with the moment,
I sit and meditate,
thoughts like kites floating away,
feelings passing by, like the cars passing you by,
flashing and moving pictures, like toddlers in the playground
in the blink of the eye, the moment stops,
the cars stop, the kite freezes, the kids stop moving,
everything is frozen but the trees,
the branches sway, a sweet rhythm,
I walk in circles, to confuse my compass,
fuse mind and body, the clock melts and drips on the grass field,
time is prisoned and the mind is free from the cage,
I peak over the clouds and look around,
then up, I see the stars, then down, I see the earth,
side to side I see the curvature in the horizon,
then I look inside,
I stare in wonder,
one with the moment,
I sit and meditate,
thoughts like kites floating away,
feelings passing by, like the cars passing you by,
flashing and moving pictures, like toddlers in the playground
in the blink of the eye, the moment stops,
the cars stop, the kite freezes, the kids stop moving,
everything is frozen but the trees,
the branches sway, a sweet rhythm,
I walk in circles, to confuse my compass,
fuse mind and body, the clock melts and drips on the grass field,
time is prisoned and the mind is free from the cage,