Little knowledge
knows the most

Knowing
be created by unknowing
learn not to know


to see beyond the eye of looking
to form a formless mind
to furnish no time to creation
no vibration against your desires
to require no belief only clarity of sight
to look beyond creation and be creator
a clear essence looking thru the eye to an empty space
an essence
of what isn't
becoming what is
becoming
what isn't
be coming

To avoid misery create the atmosphere of joy
To avoid joy create the atmosphere of misery

There is no keeper of emotion and thought
but the slave master of deliverance
thru your inner of being alone

As
you hold
a story in your mind

the world
be fleshing it out

When life be speeding up
live in slow motion
When things get heavy
drop them and live light

Be weak its stronger
Let go or be holding on
Be letting in
what you be putting out
Drop them, they, him, her, that, there, you from all memory

Look through one eye be blind in the others
Be the softness of an answer
not the edge of a question
Flow through the mouth
not from the tongue

Be little its much bigger
Stand up in your skin
***** in your wo-manhood
Receive and don’t return

Live through the chest not the forehead
Summon life's energy not knowledge
Lean in the middle
not left not right

whose do you choose
be made real for you

You are not doing
as I expect of you and I feel bad

please could you behave
so I can have a good feeling and blame you

not then
not when

there

is only one now
at all times

Warm your body
to all fire

stick your hand to it
to burn emotion

as the first blood lasts

Streams
flow thought
thru your
forehead

Rivers
flow feelings
thru your
chest

Oceans
heave and hum
in the white wash
of your open soul

like our sun minds earth

I Remember
When you came to tuck me in at night
The scent of fresh sheets puffing air at my face
And tugging my toes
As you pulled them to my chin

Your fingers poking my body
tickling as you packed tight
Your beloved boy
Warm in his cocoon

Your lean
As you placed your prayerful loving kiss
On my forehead
Leaving its heart to guard my sleep

I love you really
I just forgot how to
Now I remember

I'm home so don’t worry or miss me
Know  this love is real
For you and I

A mother and son

Is a
way back

to who
you
really are

That you think and believe
is tearing you apart

is really putting you back together

by taking you away
from conditional love

to un-condition you
and make you whole as before

a thought not happy

thankfully
divine nature is here

to sweep up after us all

As others
not currently present
pop
up to the head space

notice
they be not here

and clik x


so much energy bes spent
at imaginary conversations
toward aspects of self disguised as another

life's to smart
to ever give you an answer

some say
you came here to forget

to remember

we say
you are always here

remembering to forget

As human gave life and vibration a personality and created a dualistic mind to cope with that separation it began spinning distorted vibrational streams and patterns , that being knowledge of good and not good or evil and all its fortes and entities that dwell between worlds terrorising and possessing human worlds.

One needs to understand vibration doesn't acquire personality,
its pure , man has assigned and given it one and creates to it that it has given it thru belief, affirming it bes real as it makes it real thru all sorts of imaginings to accompany it on its human journey,
so much so it has rendered itself powerless and at the mercy of its own creation.

The get out clause being stop regurgitating reality
and start creating it

The moment
source got a personality

humans started speaking another language

At first I could see
that felt like me
was the child with no eyes

at first I could hear
that smelt of me
was the throw of blindness

at first I could taste
that touched to me
was the food of imagination

The art of looking
in
to
at
and
for
no thing

until it finds you

Liberty tasked to a brass bell
Feigns dull a **** on consequence
Heather wanes wilt oer rosy death on winters mete
Bellowed ripe in reprise a thick on natures breach

In hurried flush a hue sets on sire scalp silken sheath
Feathering fire to lucidious claim a flay
Ambushed by echoes martyr
A drench in brines commence

Set down as thorn on kreep of ivy
A bit to writ
Chucks tic to a tocs tail
Wapping wimp to a mustard sail

to catch you letting go

not a blood type

but a type of the blood

That she gives me
is my self
and I her

to a secret place
we never meet again

Knows better than truth
as a truth can never keep you
and a lie will want you all to itself

It's easier to grow muscle

and not expand the mind

and all be left
is more of it

take sight away
and all be left is life

Human
has been living not as their self

actors wearing personas created thru time and condition
representing worlds created thru influence not choice
a true human being follows and smells no scent but their own

Truth
be an essence
wanted or unwanted

all be truth
to one believing it

choice
can never be denied
for all truth
be created thru the act of choosing

i can not tell of that it means
to care not that you think of me
i have and come to understand
that you be not that be's i am

and in that way i let you be
to that you are not that it seems
as you be made to that you think
and i be writ not to your ink

Mistakes take you
to there is none

wakes you to forgotton
to save you to your soul

Life
be allowing not controlling

no man be led
no man be leader

no way
be greater than choice

We care so much about you
more than anything you are made of

that's life

People mostly want to hear what they have to say
it be a rare one to listen as nature

The bird sings its song with its ears
A river laughs itself into its  giggle
Along the brush of the proud mountain
The voice of great wind stands in ovation
Bold on its own shoulders
Deaf to claimation

I got so good
with words
I forgot
how to speak

now I be
as a child
eager and meek

silence my fortune
prompting my pose

not following scent
to discover my nose

Hull muzzled to the aftermath
seep admiration
on the shoulder of shoulders
hoisted to the chain of charge

a wave on  repute at natures satin urge
squanders to the hackles hapsake
bawled tinder to the twine on twig
spun broad on the crack of a thunderous retreat

Hallow grapple clutched to the black and blue ruts tail
up sway of a brigands blighty eye
suckles cheat to the sweet
a wish on the whip at the morsel bare to the heirs keep
malignant to disparency bravo bound
on a turpent tines twiddle twaddle

best be's best now all's arrrested
on the razor tongue be cuts requested
best be's all a flap on shire
due haste be riddled to require

The Artificial Eye
paints numbers not essence

and lives
thru the human eye
painting essence not numbers

A judge
is not hidden to your soul

you allow it happen
and life fills in the gaps

That said
spoke as the ear listened
open door to a house of empty spell and shell
breach white a smile to the mouth of mind
bluster lamish on the warm wet melt of tender invite
purr a fragrant murk alarmed to the natural starry velvet
charged blind to essence scantly a flicker
to a shimmer tween the silent world

you wish to a good thing
as you wish to a not so good thing

and it be a good thing
you wish not

life
is on it's back

I
be
mine

not
another's

Soul
be's the medium
in which we exist

Dove pets its wing
to the wilt on the winds back
carries its eye to the feed of a sacred river
on the footprint of rock
thru the mouth of the angels fallow