Moth on a wall

Moth on a wall
I sit staring alone into the night
Waiting for the flame to flicker on
So I can flutter to the light
Waiting for peace to come
While I burn in delight
Just to be
Like a moth on a wall
Sometimes I sit in wonder
About our flame
And why it makes us flutter
To the light
Waiting for our peace to come
Because we are just moths on a wall
Waiting to spot the flame
Waiting alone in the night
To burn
TO BE

Eternal Traveler

Here I lie in a cocoon of sheets

Deep in thought traveling in my own mind

Reflecting the history of events in my life

Feeling the hate

Experiencing the pain

Becoming addicted to my own rage

Coming to terms of my violent nature

Hating myself for events of my past

Judging others that remind me of me

Here I lie in a cocoon of sheets,

Set in space and time my body, my soul and my mind aches in this relative place

Little did I realize my eternal place.

Here I lie in a cocoon of sheets

My body resting in this world of time and space

Deep in thought traveling through my own soul

Remembering loves embrace

Questioning why God has put me in this place

For how my soul began to ache

At this time in my life when I lost loves embrace

Little did I realize the purpose of this place.

Here I lie in a cocoon of sheets

With hesitation but driven by my need to experience

I take in the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil

Now I lie in a cocoon of sheets

My body still resting in this world of time and space

Being held down by Satan's embrace

All my self hatred

All my judgments

Even the strength of my addiction to rage could not rescue me from this place

All of sudden like a great shock of truth the buzz came over me

"Holy shit" I'm no longer in this relative place stuck lying in a cocoon of sheets stuck in time and space.

Here my body lies wrapped in a cocoon of sheets being held down by demons I think

As a serpent winds around my body

The fear takes over me as my mind searches for an explanation and then I realize

With out a doubt

This body I call my own is not me, it's my shell lying in a cocoon of sheets.

When all reason failed to make my fear dissipate

I turned to God,

SNAP or maybe it was just a loud CRACK

"Surrender" "Surrender" "Surrender"

Here I lie in a cocoon of sheets

Traveling eternally within myself

Reflecting the history of events in my life

Seeing the beauty of my youth

Experiencing the beauty of the pain

Understanding the purpose of the hate

Appreciating the strength to overcome it

Holding no grudge

Feeling no hate

Experiencing the love and knowing the beauty

Freedom

As an abashed adolescent I was in amazed wonderment of the fantastic freedoms of being an adult.
As I, not so, eloquently evolved into an adult I became the captive of my own desires
Now I seek the discipline to free myself of my own captivit
Trying to escape the guards of gimcrack which find strength in my weakness.
I slither around the great wall of decrepitude which gives me a false delusion of strength.
My cell walls are my weaknesses and fears
The iron gate my desires and my key is discipline.
I want freedom, true freedom, the freedom that is not given; the freedom that is gained from conquering oneself.

Temptations

In your mind you have an impression of instant gratification so it stops your hesitation
Thus, driving your emotion to give form to this notion.

Like a freight train that gathers momentum you will not be able to bring about cessation of this clever inclination.

You only see the gratification but do not realize that the action is the transcendental key to open the doors of increasing predisposition which leads to a future predilection that results in some far off predetermination.

This far off predetermination leads to the commotion that you have put into motion by opening the doors of increasing predisposition by allowing your –

TEMPTATIONs actualization

Silence

Silence brings a chance to taste the core of my being
This noiselessness allows me to focus on my inner tone
The frequency that evolves to match what is and allows me to be
The state of mind that joins all and brings to focus the exquisiteness of the journey and appreciation of the beauty of the interplay between good and evil and the ever growing ambitiousness of their resolve.
Like a child who stares into space for the first time I sit in wonder as I travel to the deepest levels of my state of being to the core of what I am.
As I confront my fears and insecurities my ego fades and I see them for what they are but I am not ready to let go.
My relative attachments hold strong so I know my ego lingers.
My fears still hold me in my cage.
These enlightened epiphanies have all sprouted from silence.
Like lava flows light up the darkness; wisdom lights the truth and brings beauty to the
“Silence”

LOVE OR HATE

I ponder this predicament that torments

It takes me deep within my ego with soulful purpose

That purpose to cause determined preordaned conflicts

For which my journey dictates I overcome before I continue my captivating expedition in this relative space

This impassioned overwhelming journey has stirred a hunger for lessons learned

So my conflicts are like welcomed treasures

And the truths gained in overcoming my conflicts are like symphonic melodies that cause me to take note of the enchanting little things

These little things that inspire great rapturous passion of love and hate are like road signs leading me back home to my source

The road sign I follow,

dictated by My lessons learned,

 LOVE or HATE



Which road sign do I follow?

(Inspired by Rumi "Hold on to your pain. That too can take you to God")

Vacation Of The Mind

I stare into relative space pontificating my place in this extremely radiant existence that has been traumatizing me.

My mind takes off on its own like a car without a driver that is not set to any preordained destination.

I look forward to this spontaneous vacation of the mind and do not wonder where it will take me as I have chosen to leave my stresses and cares by the roadside at my last intangible stop.

Like an analytical zombie I see my not so discriminating life choices like branches on the tree of the knowledge.

For one moment that seems to be outside of time I judge myself but the imperishable voice from beyond reminds me that I love myself.

I think I need a real vacation

Today Is A Beautiful Day

But it is the enduring days that allow you to recognize this beauty

The ones that cause you to drink from the cup of pain and sorrow

That cause you to look inward

To find the strength to get where you need to be

To the spring from which wisdom flows

The wisdom gained tells me to relish this beautiful day

This appreciation is my tool to revitalize my fire

I need this notion to put me into motion

Because today is a Beautiful Day and to not see the beauty is to waste this day

Today is a beautiful day