#8

Meditation

I watched as my connection to the materials around me melted. I tried to see the symmetry, but there was so much of it I began to see that everything had already blended into one. I began to wonder if the separation was just a view of the entirety from a different angle.

I moved my feet so that they were planted in the sand then I closed my eyes again. The energy felt a lot stronger within the stillness. The feeling’s ability to light the way of a new path also became a lot stronger. The clarity was somehow always there and always beautiful.

Meditation

I watched as the concept of speed melted all around me. It seemed the structure was a ghost of the moment, and the point at which it connects with the future. I began to wonder if the separation was just of view of the entirety from a different angle.

The mist floated around the grass, bringing in a damp breeze along with it. The feeling always created a coat of flames that hugged me as I explored. The feeling’s ability to light the way of a new path became a thousand times stronger. The mist parted with each step I took. The beauty became clearer with one each step I took.

Meditation Log – #1

Legs crossed, focusing on breathing. Learning to let go of the grip I always try to have on my perception and let things simply be as they are. I think this is what practice is.

Okay … again …. focusing on breathing, not drifting but searching for clarity. I believe this is what practice is.

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Okay … again …. it seemed even the nothingness that I was experiencing was somehow intricate.

Just as anything else, it takes time to build a skill or an ability, so I would say just try to meditate on your own terms. There are many different methods but of course, start with what works for you first. Just as every other part of your life can be poetry, your meditation can also be a form of poetry. Clarity can come from multiple things. It seems all of those things are connected in different ways.

I tried to see the symmetry, but there was so much of it I began to see that everything had already blended into one. I began to wonder if the separation was just of view of the entirety from a different angle. Okay … again …. it seemed even the nothingness that I was experiencing was somehow intricate.

A few more poems

https://poets.org/poem/water-love
https://poets.org/poem/eternity-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

May 24, 2021 0

#7

The ripples doubled amongst themselves as I walked through the puddles. For some reason I had always liked the rain. The sound of it, and how it was apart of nature’s cycle had always been something that was amazing to me. The clarity from earlier remained, I could hear everything, and when I focused it seemed as if some raindrops were falling in slow motion. The levels of the reflections within each raindrop was breathtaking.
As time progressed the connections I had with everything around me grew. I felt like that was one of the reasons the levels of clarity continued to multiply.

One half of infinity and one half of the moment. Even with the newly attained levels of clarity there were still some things that I wanted to learn more about. The ocean currents in the sky had always been there for as long as I could remember, but there were also some old scrolls referring to a time when it wasn’t there. Then there were the reflections, sometimes I felt as if I was the only one who could see them, but the glow within the eyes of some of the other people I’ve met seem to hint at the idea that I might not be the only one. If only I wasn’t so afraid to ask. The mirror molecules seemed to make up most of the material surrounding us but it wasn’t always noticeable. I couldn’t help but wonder if that also was a relatively new occurrence too.

Amongst the raindrops there was a distant hum in the background actually, there were several hums in the background, as I listened they began to split. The ocean currents were as beautiful as the reflections within the raindrops. Some of the hums reflected and bounced off of the silver lining within the ocean currents somehow making them even clearer. One sounded like the hum of an engine off in the distance, almost like a plane engine but it was much too far off for me to see it. As the raindrops fell I continued to walk eventually unsheathing my umbrella as if it were a sword. The path of discovery was always impossibly far and impossibly close.

Meditation

Different Types of Mediation

1) Mindfulness Meditation – Meditation that lets the mind work naturally while taking an objective mental position on the natural workings of the mind. Truly observe the workings of your mind without judgment and become a spectator of your thoughts and the universe.

2) Movement Meditation – Any activity that helps the mind reach a meditative state like Tai chi, yoga, or anything else that naturally helps you achieve a blend of super focus and calmness through action.

3) Focused Meditation – A more centered form of meditation where the mind’s focus is placed on something specific like the feel of the wind’s temperature, nothingness itself, or your own breathing.

4) Visual meditation – Enhances the ability of the mind’s eye and one’s imagination. The practice of meditating while focusing on images of relaxing settings, different calming scenes in nature, or any other type of image or setting that you consider to be relaxing.

There are many different forms of meditation these are just a few of my favorites. Feel free to research all of the different forms of meditation and pick the ones that work best for you.

“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

January 26, 2021 0

#6

One half of infinity and one half of the moment, my peripheral vision combined with my tunnel vision, making things clear enough for me to step through the layer of vision that was currently in front of me. Stepping through a reflection and standing directly in front of another one. The electricity pours were happening on multiple levels within multiple atmospheres. An atmosphere filled with energy and a sphere of magnetics and energy on multiple levels. Outward from the particles to the planet and then outward even further. One half of infinity and one half of the moment.

A shift in my vision, the gravity was magnetic amongst other things. The glows in the distance were getting brighter and brighter. The sway of the wind and the forward-moving moment, beautiful but often too fleeting. Trying to surf the arrow of time. The ocean currents were different in this part of the sky, but they were still beautiful. One half of infinity and one half of the moment. One and the same, the drop of water and the ocean. Concentrated energy is matter, the normal is the abstract, and what we consider to be abstract is just from an era long before ours. Less dense than water, less dense than air, then less dense than light.

Through the levels we go, at blinding speeds. A density only achieved by neutron stars and the emotion of humanity as a whole. Longing for something just beyond the veil, but something that is also reflected through the different levels of mirrors that lead us back to this very moment. The heaviness of trying to understand my feelings and being drawn to something. The heaviness of the moment was a little beyond me but in some ways I was okay with that. The silver lining took many different forms. Sometimes it resembled lighting other times it curved into an infinity symbol. Heat waves radiated off of it, distorting what I saw at times, adding illusionary waves to the air in front of my mind’s eye. As the temperature rose, the silver lining began to fall until it hit the ocean currents in the sky. Upon contact with the water it became crooked and took on the nature of a lightning bolt again as it sped off. I sat there for a moment, then I grabbed my bag and stood up, it was time to go back. I knew we were all supposed to meet up soon and I didn’t want to miss it.

Meditation
I watched as the scenery changed, linear but still expansive. The reflections shuffled infinitely and the images jumped from mirror to mirror. Chasing a feeling and running directly into a reflection. The bright spot within the reflection caught my eye. Hoping to be there for every part. Connections through the mirror shuffle. Connections through the energy shuffle. Making a note not to overlook and take things for granted. I looked at the moment and then at my emotions and noticed the symmetry.

I could feel the magnetics shifting again, from the orbit to the pull of the water at the edge of the oceans. A tilt in the nearby flame reflecting the magnetics, the wind swayed and carried us in a new direction. The patterns change and the clarity multiplies. I looked at the symmetry and then at the stillness and noticed the reflections. One half of infinity and one half of the moment. You’re never lost, just follow the natural magnetics and the wind.

A few more poems

https://poets.org/poem/haiku-you
https://poets.org/poem/ongoing-0
https://poets.org/poem/silver-filigree
https://poets.org/poem/lightning

“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

January 1, 2021 0

#5

The glue of the universe, dimensional pressure upon each level. Sitting still only long enough to see how fast light moves. A tilt in the compass, a simpler time, a wish holding the magnetics of the heart. The wind pulls us in the same direction as the magnetics of the heart. Gracefully falling multiple levels upward, the ocean currents were beautiful in this part of the sky.

Letting each of my steps mimic the tilts in the compass. My senses are overwhelmed by the experience, so I don’t use them to guide me, only the magnetics make sense among all of the fluctuations. A tilt in the compass, a simpler time, a wish holding the magnetics of the heart.

Lanterns, each star within the universe.

The path of discovery expands just as the universe does, magnetic amongst other things. The dimensions add levels, and every molecule becomes a center and its own planet.

Lanterns, each star within the universe, magnetic amongst other things.

Gravity allows the pieces to fall together, a tilt in the compass. Pieces of the infinite reflection arranging and rearranging while fluctuating many different images throughout the process. Watching the levels of gravity move the different pieces. Each step on the path of discovery gave a different view and a different angle for us to see all of it from.

The flame leans forward, and we begin to create a route for that direction. Following my heart as the castle deconstructs and reconstructs itself. I was trying to keep up with the concept of moving forward while watching everything being built by the mirror particles and everything that they reflect.

Meditation

I watched as the stillness of space let the mirror particles hover. They reflected the quantum reactions and the positions of the path lanterns so casually. Fireworks within every level of the chemical reactions. I looked at the speed of light and the stillness and noticed the symmetry.

The perpetual motion of stillness. The millions of fireworks on the quantum level of the chemical reactions inside the lanterns. Lanterns, each of the mirror particles within the universe. The winds were different on each planet’s atmosphere. The ocean currents were beautiful in this part of the sky. Light speed through the path of discovery.

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

November 29, 2020 0

#4

The pour of electricity highlights the connections. The synchronization somehow bounces off of and connects each part. The ghostly foundation sits comfortably on the spectrum. The orbit sometimes stops but only to eventually move faster, a house of mirrors and a hallway of reflections. The heart forever arcs overhead.

Falling into the potential of the synchronization. We reflect, and our cups catch pieces of the lighting pour. A glance out of the window, the long ride home, the innate magic of the echoes that come back from the other side. As the speed of the spin increases, so does the evolution of the leaps of faith that we take.

But mustn’t we keep up with the winds of the shuffle? Content with where I am, but I often find myself staring off into the distance, feeling some sort of connection. The heart arcs in the distance. Not only for the path but also because there seems to be some sort of connection between everywhere I am and the distance. Further away from the distance and back into the moment. A mirror but a mirror and a reflection that leads somewhere else. The heart arcs overhead, but we all looked up too late, but when I saw all of us look in that direction, I felt a tilt in the compass.

Permeating but still with a natural silhouette, a laugh and a jolt of awareness, it may be one of the many results of the electricity pour. I was often caught up in the simplest of intrigues. Different points of synchronization gain enough density to fluctuate a mirror into existence. The eyelashes from the horizon’s eye seemed to help the planet spin faster with each blink. I often struggled to step outside of what is in front of my eyes until I see the splashes in the spectrum. I began to see more of the reflection’s awareness. Double reflecting at speeds that we begin to admire all the while, we were trying to figure out how it was possible. The winds and the chill would visit in double time as the pieces snowballed. Unconcerned but forever curious, the wonder carries us to the path of discovery.

Meditation

I watched as the floor expanded, forwarding the concept of space. The continuums structure advanced casually. A few mirror particles accompanied its speed. I looked at the continuum and the reflections and noticed the symmetry.

A normal walking speed to keep up with the continuum. Relativity and luck. The longer I walked the more things around me began to melt. After a moment the walking speed amongst the expanding floor and universe began to resemble the stillness.

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

November 17, 2020 0

#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

October 15, 2020 0

#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

October 6, 2020 0

#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.

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

July 19, 2020 0

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.

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

The chalky echoes and the warm stillness.

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

July 7, 2020 0

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.

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.

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.

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

May 24, 2020 0