Another
Take this all down
Every note
Every wave that captures
A song…
Then look up another word
other than another every
Because ‘HERE’ every, every
Is often another
Repition.
I am
I am darkness
dreaming myself in light
I am you
through your belief
of systems shrouded
Naming myself illusion
to sanctify soul
Forever gone from
reaching winds
of tomorrow
lost in pining of
yesterday. I am now.
I am mountains
of your legs upon
threshold of rivers
from streams in seas.
The clouds of toxin
and life giving rain
as contrast of
charges that impede
my existence.
When I awaken
I am projection
Fooling myself on this
stage, playing with mirrors
smoked eyes, hypnotized.
“Art is not a making-oneself-understood but an urgent understanding-of-oneself. The closer you get in your most intimate and solitary contemplation or imagination (vision), the more has been achieved, even if no one else were to understand it.”— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “On Solitude,” The Poet’s Guide to Life: The Wisdom of Rilke, ed. and trans. Ulrich Baer (Modern Library, 2005)
(via memoryslandscape)
If you want to know who you are… just stop thinking about it. The great question of ‘enlightenment’ “Who am I” holds no answer only laughter, at such a concept that there is some sort of separation to label that “I”“
Shamanfox
This…sacrosanct-ual.
Like an addiction to thrive
In reflections rather than
Taste and know splendor of self.
Stop trying to take away the privilege of knowing myself, by telling me whom I’m supposed to be.
Shamanfox