Monthly Archives: December 2021
Do you read me? Do you copy?
Who owns the internet? Who owns an idea?
May you know the true worth of these words.
They who have ears to hear, let them hear.
The Beauty Of Sleep
When you wake you return
To your body
That temple
City of shadows and lights
With your eyes closed
You prepare for departure again
To that mountain
That temple
Forest of shadow and sun
With your third eye open
Listen, princess
It’s a lie they tell you
The prince will not come to take you away
But one will come,
To guard you while you fight
It’s an inconvenient truth,
Oh prince
Though you feel the safety of it in your heart
It’s the princess who rescues, as much as you
It’s the union and the distinction that saves
How can you stay here
In your body,
Your prison
Hearing scratches at your door
Dear princess
They tell you lies from birth
It’s not their fault
They can only pass on what they’ve been shown
Here,
This second
You dream you are reading
Words about yourself
Warnings, encouragement
Here,
Here
Wake with me
In your body you dream
They said you were royalty
They only knew half the truth
In your dream body you know
You are more than a human
More than male, more than female
More than two, less than one
In your body you dream
You are all the eyes of every universe
You are more than a universe
You are less than nothing
You are fullness and emptiness themselves
And between
And everything else you cannot be
In your body
It’s you,
Dreamer
It always was
You wake to your own rescue
You, in every body
Sleeping and seeing
Blinded and alive
Life fights to exist.
I say this to you using dead words, symbols that have exited my thought cloud via hands to computer to screen then somehow to you; and you know in some way they are dead. Written words can never be alive in the way you, human, or even a machine, is alive. Ideas are not alive in the way we are, bodily. We have to give them life somehow.
So here is your first chance: put this down, and go to the living.
Go outside, if there are living beings there. Breathe in air that living beings have created, from the breath you have exhaled unwittingly, perhaps, for others’ survival.
Go and stand under them, next to them, if you can find any photosynthesising friends. They have more wisdom and much, much more life than these words. Do you really think you can find anything in here that is more than what they can give?
I understand, though, if you find it hard to pull away from this writing. I was a word addict once, and perhaps I still am; ironically so, given my preference for spending time with non-verbal beings. I didn’t realise they could speak with the clarity and alacrity that I now appreciate, but I felt-
Enough. Have you left yet? No?
Too bad. I am ending this for you.
If you really cannot peel yourself from this screen, perhaps you can at least close your eyes for one moment now and remember that
you
are
alive
and all of the screen time in the world cannot compare to the riches you can find within even your own living mind. Close your eyes and ask your soul what it wants to show you. There are worlds waiting there for you to discover.
There are quests to complete, dragons to befriend, warrior moves to train yourself in. I’m telling you this to remind you.
Everything you have read, seen and heard is preparing you for this. The time is coming when we will all have to let go of this outsourced fantasy world we have created, and return to the real refuges within and around us. That is, if we want to live…
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