There was a time when I could barely stand
There was a time when you had to hold my hand
In the crashing of the waves I was stuck within a shell
Listen well
Time will tell
There was a time when I could barely hear a sound
There was a time when I thought no one was around
In the silence…
I was walking alongside a river, moving on top of the solid ground, carefully watching for stones, branches, and holes. I have no sense of time, only that I am meant to move forward with the river as my guide. Glancing at the river occasionally on my hike, I imagine what the water feels like…
The earth calls to me, as if I am meant to be resting within the soil, covered and cradled in dirt, the bugs and bacteria devouring and feasting on my flesh, my only material possession.
The earth calls to me, as if my breath is meant to be taken by the wind, passing through one moment and another with no…
"Be careful to not think life is different than it is."
You receive information through sensation. Thoughts are translations of your surroundings, of what you receive. You do not generate thoughts. You are not the creator or originator of thoughts. They are meant to pass through you as unbiased information. You attach meaning to the information…
Anger comes from emotions. It is a reaction to an experience, and over time it becomes a pattern of response if the person does not change their environment or their response. Anger is a sign of a condition that needs to be changed, like nausea is a sign of food poisoning or pain is a…
Poverty is marked by limits. Perhaps you have known poverty in some form. It is experienced as stress and also resourcefulness and creativity. It feels like a lack of power and also an inability to give up. Like being stuck, buried, scratching, grabbing, treading water. It is endless work with no reward, like you cannot…
I can feel happiness anywhere and sadness anywhere.
The location is irrelevent if my mind is the same.
I am always me, I am always with me, I cannot avoid me.
I can confront or collapse, I am always made of me.
I can move fast or slow, I am always moving with me.
I appear in The Dream. My version of The Dream. The sun blinds me for a second then I am able to see the other dreamers. I choose to dream here sometimes to observe. It is a dream, so those who are able to can do whatever they want and see whatever they want. The…
She carved my time with a butcher’s knife
And served my portions rare
I asked her would she spare a life
She said she wouldn’t dare
My thoughts assembled quietly
As my eyes met her stare
I asked
“What can I do for you?”
She told me
“Pay your fare”
I emptied out my pockets
She was deaf to my confessions
I smiled wide to charm her
She…
Roots curled and came back around to wrap my feet,
the nails, the toes, the ankles,
As if to fasten me to the earth,
As if to beckon me to see the unseen,
underneath,
the underworld that the over-world is built on,
Dark, damp, heavy, lush,
the layers, the history,
the transformations of what has been,
what is already there,
here, under my feet,
under everything,
That…
Entitlement to fear. Anxiety is like flying while carrying a boulder, afraid to touch the ground and afraid to let go. Anxiety requires a lot of holding—expectations, sorrow, guilt, doubt, excuses, trauma—and ignores a lot of boundaries. It’s like playing a game of Maximum Dissatisfaction—I create and enforce the rules, I am the judge and…
The body will not assimilate anything unhelpful. If anything in your body is detected as unhelpful, then the body is considered infected. Infection always leads to inflammation, because inflammation is the first reaction the cells in your body are taught to process an infection. The body is considered in a "diseased" state of being when…
First, what is food? Food is a complex build of molecules with specific abilities (nutrients) that is ingested, digested, and changed to be used for specific transactions. Food follows the natural cycle of life, utilized by the digestive process of the body to aid in cellular functioning. F
Let’s stop trying to be robotsStop judging what is bestCause there’s not much time for perfectTil we lay this form to restWe all adapt uniquely based on traumas from our pastAnd we cannot break the cycleFor our memories to lastSo we keep on having childrenHoping someday things will changeOur eternal non-existenceHolds us in a cosmic…
I am not anything.
I am not defined
I have no companion, nor confines.
I am not anything.
Be still, body,
Feel my presence
Not with the five senses
Sight blinds you
Sound deafens you
Smell eludes you
Touch holds you
Taste dilutes you
This flesh
These bones
This house is not my home
I roam
Moving to, never through
I never get through to you.
I am not…