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Armor Amour

A challenge

To find the hole in the armor

 

Armor Amour

 

Where will the opening appear?

Wherever it is, I mean no harm

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Glimpses

Am I lost?

I am finding my way

Maybe I don’t fully know what I want

I set goals

But maybe it isn’t the big picture

Where I want to be

I do admit

It is hard to feel

And fully let go

When you don’t know

The bird and the frog

Brief glimpses

Small moments

That add up

To a story

Where chapters are shared

Between many novels

resplend3nt-rap4cious: “❥ ”

 

Welcome All Things

There comes a time when a man must stand on his own

Face his demons

 

He must ignore external influences

And distractions

 

He must listen to his inner self

And then he must listen to the silence

 

Whatever has brought me to this point

Must be thrown away

 

Whatever plans I have for the future

Must be set aside

 

I accept the tasks in front of me

They are mine

View each person as a teacher

Each situation as a lesson

A chance to grow

Just because you are learning

Doesn’t mean that you are doing it wrong

It is better to tell the truth

You will always be found out by your self

 

Continue reading “Lesson in Truth”

Words have no meaning, this post means nothing

Spinning into infinity

Losing control

External forces are not forces at all

Ripples extending outward

Coloring the surface of the pond

It is all water

Even the ripple is part of the surface

The deep calm beneath

Drops losing individuality in a whole

Show me a drop of water in a lake

It is there, but it isn’t

Words pointing in endless directions

Around and through my being

There is nothing

A wave through nothing

An existence shattered

And reformed

Identify lost

And found

And then thrown away

Why won’t it go away?

What am I clinging to?

I renounce a thousand worlds

This one holds nothing

And everything

My head throbs

As much as it is my head

Can consciousness leap from one plane to another, and remain intact?

Can the journey be experienced?

Or do we simply wake up in a new life

With the expectations of the old one?

How do I let go, realize the change, and move on?

Liberation

Compassion

Words have no meaning

This post means nothing

Move on

Let it go

Whatever I am thinking, it is gone

My current thoughts are your vision into my past

What is it like to ride in a time machine?

Continue reading “Words have no meaning, this post means nothing”

There is no Rush, Center First

It starts at home

Develop your talents

There is no rush

Center first

Make mistakes

Get up

Do it again until you get it right

Stop hanging onto possibilities

Images of people in the past

Projected into the future

When you don’t know what to do….

Meditate

 

Continue reading “There is no Rush, Center First”

Perceiving the Bull

I keep seeing projections of myself in others

Telling my son to stop talking while watching a movie

Is like telling my thoughts to be quiet

I yell at my wife for playing on her phone instead of being present

I see myself wandering off

My mind not in the moment

The flaws that I see in others are issues that I have with myself

Thoughts

Impressions

If I can accept others how they are

I can accept myself

If I can overcome judging others

I can stop judging myself

The moment is just the moment

Without want for something else

Without projecting into the future

Or decaying into the past

If I find myself thinking about the future

I try to think positive

Better to not judge either way

When one hears the voice, one can sense its source. As soon as the six senses merge, the gate is entered. Wherever one enters one sees the head of the bull!

All sounds heard as something that is happening

No influence applied

No identification made

Sounds happening without source

Everything is a synchronicity

Timelines are formed as causality is applied

Going from nothing to something

Strings of moments floating around through all possibiilities

Separate

Parallel

Intersecting

But sounds are just sounds

Everything external is not influenced by the observer

Everything internal as well

The observer observes

Sounds happen

Thoughts happen

To hear the voice of thought

To actually hear the voice and not overlay it is to perceive the bull

Echos

Echos of thought race through my head

Ghosts of original intent

Repetitions to an already there presence

Sometimes so loud they block out my current thought

Removing me from the moment

Echos distorted each time they bounce off the walls of my mind

Something new added when not needed

I try to quiet them

Allow the thought to flow without need for commentary

Parallels drawn

External is internal

Internal is external

I am the space between

3. Perceiving the Bull

Bull in Meadow of Clover
Hello There

I hear the song of the nightingale.
The sun is warm, the wind is mild,
willows are green along the shore,
Here no bull can hide!
What artist can draw that massive head,
those majestic horns?

Comment:

When one hears the voice, one can sense its source. As soon as the six senses merge,  the gate is entered. Wherever one enters one sees the head of the bull!  This unity is like salt in water, like color in dyestuff.  The slightest thing is not apart from self.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ten_Bulls

We have seen the mind

Realization that everything separate from the self is the self

Teachers at every corner

Ultimately us talking to our self

Telling our self what we need to know

If we look for causation, we will fail

If we accept synchronicity, we will succeed

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