#3

The cards are being shuffled. The flame tilts, not because of the wind but because of the evolved magnetics. I noticed the symmetry within the electric networks. Magnetic amongst other things.

Of earth and unmistakably human but the travels the wonder embarks upon sometimes pushes the ground further and further away from my feet. The ever-changing scenery reflected not only the reflections but also the nature of one’s imagination. The cards are being shuffled and the wind from it was magnetic amongst other things.

Silhouettes reflective of the many dimensional forms. The wind from the shuffle was still reflective of the magnetics, and still tilting as the compass did. I noticed the symmetry within each separate tilt. Magnetic amongst other things, the electricity pours were different in this part of the sky.

The feeling holds more arcs of lighting than I am able to understand. Reaching back only to fall forward. Levels of mirrors within the surface, levels of the surface within the mirrors. The arcs double as waves and the waves sometimes double as the surface. Chasing a feeling and running directly into a reflection. Stillness within the moment, but still relative to how I see the speed of light. The chisel collides with the moment, the foundation collects phantom feelings and ghost moments as lighting arcs through the reflection. Duality reflects itself, and enlightenment finds its way. Now back under the electricity pours and barefoot within the grass blades. Levels of mirrors within the surface, levels of the surface within the mirrors. The ocean currents were beautiful in this part of the sky.

Meditation

A reflection within the flame. The flame mimics the waves motions. Magnetic amongst other things. The stillness finds its way. The moment paces itself in duality with the experience. A swim within the surface, a swim within the duality. The experience begins to melt into the stillness and the stillness begins to melt into the reflection.


A few more poems


“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, 
Cloud Atlas

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

#2

The ocean currents were different in this part of the sky. The sky’s silver lining curls and becomes the ring where the glass of the compass sits.


Reflection takes what

What is reflected in echoes

The cards are being shuffled

Liquified luck formed into glass windows and lenses for the telescopes. The ocean currents were different in this part of the sky.


The wind tilts the rain

The compass tilts in the rain

The wings tilt in the rain


Meditation

I watched as the mirror particles whooshed by resembling grains of sand in a castle of synchronization. Nonchalant but also in big rush. Synchronization within the particles of the fireworks, glittering embers becoming pieces of and light the way to the castle. I looked at the fireworks then at the mirror particles and noticed the symmetry.

Chasing a feeling and running directly into a reflection. Atmosphere, pressure, wind, magnetic amongst other things. A whoosh and the mirror particles speed by keeping up with the synchronization and even sometimes going a bit past it. Shedding the mirror coating for a moment until the moment is able to catch up with the speed of the stillness. Then recoating itself in the mirror material as synchronization reverberates in both directions through the reflection shuffle, for a split second I thought I saw my reflection in a passing breeze. After a moment the breeze sat still then it spiraled into a small tornado while somehow maintaining its stillness.


A few more poems

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42924/the-consolations-of-sociobiology

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47619/beyond-the-red-river

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54371/dear-love


“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, 
Cloud Atlas

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

#1

This is a part of an introduction from something different that I’ve been working on. With the next post we’ll swim back into the tilts in the compass and meditation. Thanks for reading.


 

 

Trying to understand the moment. The feeling, my reactions, my senses and the fluctuations between the heaviness and the lightness of the air. Every day I see myself reaching for a new part of it or stumbling across a new piece by accident. A tilt in the compass… magnetic amongst other things. Exploring with every step forward, learning with every step forward, feeling with step forward. Fleeting and beautiful, the moments mixed in with the innate magic of well, everything around us. The push and pull of the subtle winds and the infinite blink of the horizon’s eye. How often I take for granted and miss the subtle movements around me. Even though the speed of everyday life is something I’ve grown accustom to, it’s also something that I am still slightly confused by and at the same time in awe of.

An abundance within the moment, magnetic amongst other things, as we stare up at the horizon’s eye wondering about the mechanics of it. Often, I forget how amazing the people and the different places around me are, and much too often I failed to notice the little things. The reflections expand the world around me and the floor beneath me, as the moment stretches different things become beautiful new things become understandable. The moment we all share stretches, making it easier to notice and highlight the beauties and the intricacies of the innate magic of and within everything around us.

A simple look at the moment and a simple feeling within the heart. The adventure that sits within each moment, even if it isn’t expanded upon, the energy that heightens the basic, that same glow is coming from all around us. Neglectful with how I use my own speed, haste unnecessarily showers some moments, but mustn’t we keep up with the shuffle? Nonchalant as time strolls by. The beautiful is the mundane.

 Slowing down only long enough to realize what I may have missed, only long enough to valet my scuba gear and continue on to the tour. Here’s to each nothing nestled in the infinite that we’ll never get a chance to swoon over.

 

 

 

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“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― 
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

 

 

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

#0

As I walked the rain formed ink puddles along the way. The reflections within the puddles seemed to expand and reflect more of the world around it than I thought possible. I watched the puddles and the reflections continue to expand as more rain fell, turning the sidewalks and sidelines of the streets into mirrors.

Sailing my heart across each raindrop.

The rain fell as the breeze swam through the sea of rain drops in the sky.

Reflections out of thin air and then back into thin air. Into thin air then into a gust of wind that quickly expanded the fire.

The gleam from the horizon’s eye pushes the sun rays into the paths forged by the electricity pour, adding more of a gleam to the reflections and a telescope to the moment, clarity and distortion within the reflection. The waves added fluidity to the image in front of me, mimicking the surface of a river.

It seems interpretation has its own natural order, or interpretation can sometimes create its own order, but it also seems to be in sync with awareness in a few different ways.

A tilt in the compass, and the crackle of a nearby flame.

 

 

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Meditation

Seeing only through the glimpses of clarity that the stillness gives. The stillness heightens the feeling, letting me see much more than I could while moving through space.

Relativity and luck.

The speed of the reflections and the speed of light. Stillness even within the molecules, but surprisingly there was no change in temperature. The mirror particles aligned as the nearby flames grew brighter, which seemed to help keep the temperature somewhat level.

 

 

 

 


A few more poems

https://poets.org/poem/first-light-edging-cirrus

https://poets.org/poem/woman-tiger

https://poets.org/poem/why-i-love-thee-0


 

 

 

“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― 
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

 

 

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

Mirror Particles and Mud/Symmetry and Synchronization

Meditation

I watched as the wind blew a few grains of sand off the sandcastle near me. The castles structure seemed pretty advanced for something built so casually. A few cloud cups and unopened packs of fireworks lay next to it. I looked at the water again then up at the sky and noticed the symmetry.

I moved my feet so that they were planted in the sand, then I closed my eyes again. The winds temperature and the stray breezes became easier to detect. The longer I stood still, the more things around me began to melt. The ocean air cut through the space in my mind, and for a split second I thought I saw my reflection in the passing breeze. After a moment, the breeze sat still. Then it spiraled into a small tornado while somehow maintaining its stillness.

 

 

The split second met its reflection and began to continuously split creating an infinite amount of moments within the moment and within the shuffle.

 

 

Meditation/Path of Discovery

I watched as the compass tilted, magnetic amongst other things. Tomorrow is built on the raindrops and ink raindrops that eventually turn into mirror particles as they fall. Tomorrow’s structure seemed pretty advanced for something built so causally. I looked at the water again then up at the sky and noticed the symmetry.

The feeling arrives and the vividness increases exponentially. The longer I stood still the more I was able to notice, until everything else seemed to be standing still. Synchronization expands the vividness and for a split second we catch a glimpse of the spectrum. I looked at the water again then up at the mirror particles and noticed the symmetry.

 

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Wind so sharp and crisp that a gust could start a fire out of thin air.

The chalky echoes and the warm stillness.

 

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Mirror Particles

While searching for the feeling I found existence. Chasing a feeling and running directly into a reflection. Again, stopped in my tracks as the moment hands the baton to forever.

Another tilt in the compass.

The nearby waters and far away ocean currents were reflective of the magnetics just as the auroras were.

 

 

 


 

A few more poems:

https://poets.org/poem/aerodynamics

https://poets.org/poem/thousand-somethings-someone

https://poets.org/poem/impression-du-matin

 


 

 

 

“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― 
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

 

 

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

Solar Wind

The glass lake wasn’t too far from here, I sat down for a moment to take a break. The river’s surface sparkled with clearness, so much so that I had to look at it from a different angle to make sure that it was actually there. Sound pollution, light pollution, but we can still hear the movements of the ocean currents. Several pairs of ice skates and other modes of travel. However we decide to get there, as long as we don’t miss it. It wouldn’t be long before the horizon’s eye began to thaw the glass lakes.

 

The heart arcs overhead, I can hear it but my eyes can never catch it. The vividness fell to the earth in front of me and expanded in every direction.

The horizons eye began to set, seemingly looking at the river from different angles itself. As the sun began to set and shine at different angles the colors began to appear in the river again. The colors kept shifting between blue and green as the breeze gently moved the brush and the surrounding forest.

 

 

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One more dimension added to the glimpse.

One more night walking by the river.

 

 

The second image hovers above the first, the mirror particles fell into sync with the vividness and expanded in every direction around me.

I could hear the ocean currents in the sky as the magnetics curved in the same manner as the atmosphere did. One more dimension added to the glimpse. The reflection’s surface fell into sync with the vividness and expanded in every direction around me.

One more dimension added to the reflections.

The heart arcs overhead and the stream begins to move faster. The hummingbird’s wings become the spectrum for a moment.

Mirror particles and fireflies begin to find the different points of synchronization.

Lightning rivers connect to the reflections while simultaneously brightening the flame nearby. The different glows in the distance seem to mirror the constellations, just as the mirror particles did. A warm breeze cut through the night air, I guess there would be time to meditate later.

The potential that sits within each moment eventually becomes forever just as the future will eventually become the now.

 

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A tilt in the compass.

I began to wonder if the tilts in the compass were partly a partial zeroing out of gravity.

The vividness glowed just as the flame did. Each of these rivers seemed to connect to the glass lake and only the electric ones to the reflections. After a while I thought about stopping to rest again, but then I decided to continue the journey instead of resting. I’ll try to meditate while I’m walking, maybe I could be in two places at once.

I could hear the ocean currents in the sky as the magnetics curved in the same manner as the atmosphere did. One more dimension added to the glimpse. The reflection’s surface fell into sync with the vividness and expanded in every direction around me.

 

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Aurora/The Second Place at Once/Meditation

I watched as the pull of the magnetics brought a cool gust of wind through the area. The sandcastle’s structure seemed pretty advanced for something built so casually. Fishermen sat in boats on the lighting river nearby. I looked at the water again then up at the sky and noticed the symmetry.

I could feel the damp grass blades flattening under my feet as I secured my footing, then I closed my eyes again. Reflective as the limits would allow. The longer I stood still the more things around me began to melt. I could feel my mind flattening just as the grass blades did. Flattening into a reflective surface and synchronizing with the vividness and the moment.


 

 

 

 


A few more poems

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/collections/137291/spring-poems

https://poets.org/poem/spring-thunder

Thanks for reading


 

 

 

“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― 
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

 

 

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

Warmness and Radiation/Blue Warmness

The compass tilted until the needle had spun into a full circle, shifting the spectrum of directions.

Now able to see the loop, I get dizzy trying to keep up with its movements, the loop is just the top of the glass, a full circle before reaching the message in a bottle.

 


 

How often the seconds separate and double reflect everything except for that elusive spot of brightness. Awareness watching itself in the double reflection, the reflections multiply and split into halves until they begin to resemble the particles of the mist.

I looked at the changing reflection of the moment, of that nature I am curious, but mustn’t we keep up with the winds of the shuffle? Careful as it goes by.

Two different types of wind, one from here and one from somewhere a little further away.

Now able to see the loop, I get dizzy trying to keep up with its movements, the loop is just the top of the glass, a message in a bottle, down the rabbit hole.

Wishing I could keep up with the moment as it double reflected the infinite. The flame in the distance cut through the mist and it seemed to tilt in the same nature as mine did.

 A shift in the spectrum and a change in the way the compass tilts.

Etched into the moment from winds of the shuffle, the flame’s reflection began to travel further with the mist of the moment, connecting with other reflections as it traveled.

The compass tilted until the needle had spun into a full circle. Then the flame tilted until it had spun into a full circle.

 

 

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As it held that shape for a moment or two, with its measurements being oddly similar to the shape of the compass, it seemingly had taken on the nature of a flame that was experiencing 0 gravity.

Just before the flame returned to its normal shape, I noticed that it also resembled that elusive spot of brightness within the reflections.

 

 

 

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A few more poems 

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/collections/146462/poetry-and-the-environment

 


 

 

 

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

Warmness

The split second faded into its connection with forever, that same glow coming from all around us.

The compass tilted until the needle had spun into a full circle, shifting the spectrum of directions.

Synchronization and awareness. The synchronization of awareness within the spectrum. Context and a taste of radiation poisoning, the split second met its reflection and began to continuously split. There was something in the picture, in the background, just outside of my field of view.

 

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The heart arcs overhead, I can hear it but my eyes can never catch it. The flame spirals, almost enough to burn the coat if it wasn’t a part of it.

The mist of the moment was settled and chaotic, the potential becomes radiation among the blue warmness.

That same hum coming from your energy, that same glow coming from all around us.

 

 

 


A few more interesting poems

https://poets.org/poem/winter

https://poets.org/poem/ancient-pond

https://poets.org/poem/much-and-more

 

There will be another blog post up sometime tomorrow that ties in with this one. Thanks for the good energy, and thanks for reading.


 

 

 

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

 

Helium River

The steps feel like leaps.

Existence then awareness.

From my heart to around my shoulders.

I often had trouble understanding what I saw when I looked directly at the flame, nor was I sure about how it really worked, I considered the origin of the type of fire that I was familiar with, this seemed to be a little different though. It had been there long before I had the coat. Sometimes it would react to different moments or changes in my surroundings. Sometimes it felt like things slowed down whenever the flame would begin to spiral.

The split second faded into its connection with forever, that same glow coming from all around us.

We converse, adding to each other’s holograms and bouncing thoughts off all the reflections surrounding us.

The reflections had more of a shine when we spoke to each other.

The sky ahead of us was calm, and the smell of water evaporating off of metal began to fill the air. The steam created its own metallic clouds.

Sailing further with the wind of the shuffle. From my heart to around my shoulders.

The steps feel like leaps.

Existence then awareness.

Synchronization then reflections.

We set out hoping luck will come hang with us, the steps feel like leaps.

The magnetics and reflections push and pull with the winds. The wind from the shuffle kept the swing suspended in midair. As each push and pull takes the swing higher, the view becomes wider, showing more and more of the reflections within the shuffle at the top of each swing. At the highest point in the air the swing would stop for a split second just before it came back down. In that second— no gravity and no time— just that moment of being weightless.

The potential that sits with each moment eventually becomes forever just as the future will eventually become the now.

The split second faded into its connection with forever, that same glow coming from all around us.

 

 

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A few more interesting poems:

https://poets.org/poem/bird-came-down-walk-328

https://poets.org/poem/old-pole-star

https://poets.org/poem/meeting

https://poets.org/poem/unpacking-globe


 

 

“Reality and imagination are threaded and sewed with the same needle, a needle that has ink and a cap.” -Arron Leland

 

The potential that sits within each moment eventually becomes forever just as the future will eventually become the now.

 

 

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“Reality and imagination are threaded and sewed with the same needle, a needle that has ink and a cap.” -Arron Leland

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