Got this new app and I’m kinda obsessed
Out with the roomies
Anyone who decides to live life as an artist is pretty suspect. Likely, one is very conscious when deciding against all rational thought, all parent figures, all clinical orders that he or she wants to be a writer, or an actor, or a singer. And when one has come around to determined lunacy, when…
Stop whatever you’re doing and WATCH THIS.
"I asked 5 questions in genetics class today and all of them started with the word ‘sorry’"
WATCH THIS AND THEN WATCH IT AGAIN
I’ve seen this before and I still get shivers
Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.
This one time upon the earth,
let’s not speak any language,
let’s stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be a delicious moment,
without hurry, without locomotives,
all of us would be together
in a sudden uneasiness.
The fishermen in the cold sea
would do no harm to the whales
and the peasant gathering salt
would look at his torn hands.
Those who prepare green wars,
wars of gas, wars of fire,
victories without survivors,
would put on clean clothing
and would walk alongside their brothers
in the shade, without doing a thing.
What I want shouldn’t be confused
with final inactivity:
life alone is what matters,
I want nothing to do with death.
If we weren’t unanimous
about keeping our lives so much in motion,
if we could do nothing for once,
perhaps a great silence would
interrupt this sadness,
this never understanding ourselves
and threatening ourselves with death,
perhaps the earth is teaching us
when everything seems to be dead
and then everything is alive.
Now I will count to twelve
and you keep quiet and I’ll go
There is the spider
diligently, she works on the web.
When done, she lays on her work,
and watches it manifest into a tool of survival.
Then, there are the insects her web traps
They are the same size as the spider,
the same matter,
the same mother,
same direct creator and perceiver.
set them apart from the spider
because of this, they are blind and vulnerable to the web
How amusing that one creature’s life is another’s death.
yet they both ultimately exist to depend on each other.
The insects and the spider share eyes, for within the eyes hold the infinity of Existence
yet they carry perceptions which keep them apart -leading death to one and life to another.
Difference in perception is the gravity which allows
the cycle to exist without end
Before the perception, is the awareness.
within and around
the awareness are the black holes of creation
here lies infinite possibilities
for, as we have learned, all can be divided without end
needs not life, nor death for it just is
Content, without desire for movement
it is the pause between the inhale and exhale.
Then, there is the human,
the perceiver of the spider, the spider’s web and the trapped insects
I sit by the spider, watch it work, watch it’s work come to life,
finally, watch the trapping, struggle and death of the other insects.
I can study the web, it’s patterns, and by it, understand the workings of
Here I learn that the nature of all things work in pattern
the pattern is the skirt of Nature’s creator
as I perceive Nature, I am also being perceived
for around every circle, another can be drawn
The Great Transcendentalist Ralph Waldo Emerson writes,
THE EYE is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary picture is repeated without end. It is the highest emblem in the cipher of the world.
[…] Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on mid-noon, and under every deep a lower deep opens.