No matter the balance we obtain, we are all dualistic beings: firstly, that which we call the self, that which is often very closely bonded to ego and the perpetuation of the belief we are separate; and second, that which knows it is bonded to everything and everyone, even politicians and billionaires you don't like. It is wonder-full, that is wonderful with two l's, to maintain this facade of separation; perceived separation allows for an intimate experience of creation, a deeper look at perceived reality, like putting it under a microscope. However understanding that this separation is but a lack of wider perspective, keeping that understanding in your back pocket, like a virtual get out of free card from the effects of ego, keeps us from forgetting both our perceived allies and foes are part of us, even if that connection seems distant most of the time.

Close Our Eyes on Three

glass shifts
shards splinter
sands of time
sharp obsidian

Anubis’ scythe
cuts as it falls
laceration piercing
there’s a hole torn
in the fabric …

the tunnel is a bridge

separated by space
obscured by time

…

fold existence
compose melodious wavelengths
pleated-accordion rhythms
beat me a lunar tattoo

sound me a path
pebble it with the unseen quantum
dream stuff

the Sandman has always slept among the stars

give up your maze-making
your stellar trail blazing
the universe is spinning
stop

feel for my hand
it is there even if the touch is not
we will close our eyes on three
one … two …

Knowing this connection, you understand you have a super power and that superpower is your mind and with this power, you can throw off any Sisyphean burden of suffering thought, free your mind, and span any divide; but you can't do it alone. As I have created these audio blog, the poem that comes next has called out to me. Little piece of self-congratulation, I love this poem; it just felt so cool, with its mention of the great scientific sage that was Einstein, and the way it drops you into the desert, but at no particular time. The wind, the sand ... petrified diatoms ... time and movement unite to create reality; the psyche is illuminated ironically in the dark mirror. Not to say reality is dark, but only when compared to the source. Remember, you awakened to create consciously. We all think the world awake and alive; you think therefore, you are, says Descartes, really this is the only thing you can ever be sure of ... you exist; so plant your thoughts like you would seeds in an Epicurean garden and see what wonder grows. Turn a desert to an oasis of beauty and peace.

This Divide

close to the second
that isn't
the air shimmers
slipstreams cut swathes
terrestrial wormholes
vibrational tunnels
through the black
of the unseen

the wind
wraps a cool hand
wrestling the heat
from greying adobe walls
baked earth and tired bones
the decay whisked away
lost and transformed in toric flow

everything turns in on itself
electrons vibrate
it’s an uproar
experienced only
in the dark mirror

sparks light up the illusion
open a fissure
in the great divide
shifting, phasing in and out

the man of numbers
with the staticky hair
reminds
we can’t go fast enough
to recreate this time
this divide will never come again

The divide, the contrast is a necessary part of creation; sameness is the same as nothingness; so celebrate those differences and ride out the contrast; the contrast is never the same again either.