Sore from being eaten alive.
Life wants something from me.
Bin wund vom bei lebendigem Leibe gegessen zu werden.
Das Leben will etwas von mir.
Me duele de estar siendo comida en carne viva.
La vida algo quiere de mi.
Nexistentialism is philosophy for fun, an Art of Perception on the nexus of X-is-tense where phenomena inter-are. Our forebearers' sacrifices are not in vain as we learn to embrace the opportunities we have today. Thanks to their tenacious efforts and shared wisdom! Most importantly, thanks to the Love despite it all! Nexistentialism embraces human nature to bear Witness to Art. Nexistentialism captures the performativity of a planetary stage where Spirit seeks to savor life.
Sore from being eaten alive.
Life wants something from me.
Bin wund vom bei lebendigem Leibe gegessen zu werden.
Das Leben will etwas von mir.
Me duele de estar siendo comida en carne viva.
La vida algo quiere de mi.
Tränenfluss
Ich habe Pisse geweint.
Die Traurigkeit hat den Gedanken getötet.
Die Takis haben auf der Zunge gebrannt.
Flow of Tears
I cried piss.
Sadness killed thought.
Takis burnt my tongue.
Flujo de Lágrimas
Lloré orina.
La tristeza mató al pensamiento.
Los Takis me quemaron la lengua.
discovering wounds
tending to wombs
doing healing
Where did enlightenment come from? Does it make a difference?
Coming to enlightenment will make a difference in your life.
I have come to contemplate how to come to enlightenment.
What is it, enlightenment?
The light in every living creature.
The light we see shimmering in every organism.
A light we see shimmering no matter how dark the room is.
Yes
It is a light no matter how dark the space.
Alike phosphorescent glow fish under the sea and a lit-up galaxy.
A light we see shimmer no matter how deep the void.
Enlightenment is coming to new wisdom.
Looking at things from a different perspective.
Standing in someone else's shoes.
Enlightenment is light.
What is light?
An organism's defining light.
Light is the energy in someone.
Everyone has a different light.
La luz es la energía del corazón.
La luz define a todos diferente.
Radioshowhost: Make sure you have your radio on at all times.
And if you get confused, just listen to the music.
It's what I do.
Apheida: I'm a philosopher, and I'm a thinking mess!
Healer, can you help me?
Ruphus: Can I?
Apheida: I don't know.
Ruphus: Neither do I.
Apheida: Why is it so?
Ruphus: I don't know.
Apheida: What can I try?
Ruphus: To let be with peace and love in your heart.
Apheida: The thinking mess? But, it's in the head!
Ruphus: Are you sure?
I was fully
with heart
Voller Herzens
war ich
denkend
as I thought.
Apheida: Sure you were. Not I!
Ruphus: We already know how.
We've just forgotten.
Apheida: Forgotten what?
Ruphus: To remember.
But most of all, we've forgotten to love.
We are humamantis, loving beings born of Earth, after all.
Apheida: Earthly beings full of love?
Loving Earthborn creatures?
Beings born of love? To love?
Earth which carries water,
full of air and fires burning, too,
and voids of space.
Ruphus: Yes.
Apheida: Whatever love is.
Ruphus: Indeed, my dear, love is.
Apheida: Sure, love the art.
But why glamorize the artist?
Ruphus: Expressions of love.
Apheida: I think not.
Ruphus: You're welcome.
She.
Tree.
Intoxicating me
with her blossom perfume.
Remember her
in human form?
She used to be proud.
Now she gets her branches cut,
to make her fit the space
she inhabits.
In another life
she would've cut her face
to spite her nose.
Her limbs used to could take no more
due to all that she could not let go,
carrying on and on and on.
Now she stood tall,
going nowhere at all.
In another life
she was full of strife.
Now she was a tree.
And she learned to just be.
To let her branches go
when they went,
And the leaves fall,
And the seeds roll.
And it came to an end,
her life as a tree.
As another cycle closed,
And she found herself free
From the grip of her pride,
And the compulsory vibe
to be everyone's bride
And hold on to it all,
do it all, want it all.
Spirit found a repose.
She
as a tree
had learned to just be
with whatever was
whenever it was -
come winter, spring, summer and fall.
And she moved, ya'll,
to the next cycle
with peace in her heart.
She wondered -
Are we trees?
Made to grow in civilization
for motivation?
Getting trimmed at the edges,
given to grow in a place
we wouldn't have gone
on our own.
But given the chance to
grow walnuts in a desert.
Given the chance to be
Trees on the run.
Making Paradise
On Earth just for fun.
Eso de la iluminación está cabrón – ¿ser iluminada? o ¿iluminar también? Ni se realmente lo ¿qué es la mente? ¿Habilidad de percibir?
Recuperándome aun de los uraneos de hace unas semanas, y su electricidad continúa encendiendo cables de carne cognitiva.
Cuando la Luna Nueva en 00 Cáncer el Junio pasado, reflexioné sobre lo difícil que es concentrarme hasta en los propios pensamientos al estar criando tres criaturas humanas. Como madre estoy tomando en cuenta las necesidades de todas. Las propias pueden quedarse al margen o hasta ser olvidadas, aunque tienen igual importancia. Como si dejase de existir más allá de la teta que amamanta. Constantemente me interrumpe un “¡Mamá!” y tan solo sus voces y sonidos mantienen a la mente ocupada. Dejo de escucharme.
Pero Urano en Tauro dijo: Pensamientos tengo.
¿Quién? llega a liberar
montando dos peces
a la minotauro
(mitad humana, mitad bestia)
de su laberinto de la soledad.
¿Quién? llega a transformar
acompañado por gemelos
al fértil híbrido orgánico.
¿Quién? se detiene
al ser atraído por lo terrenal.
¿Quién? se vuelve
a casar con la Tierra.
¿Quién? es
la criatura prisionera
de sus propios prejuicios.
Los humanos estamos llenos de sentimientos. Muchos, muchos, muchos, pero muchos sentimientos. Sentimientos que pueden ser intensos – porque exigen y demandan atención, cuidado y sobre todo AMOR. Sentimientos que exigen, por ejemplo, que se levanten las voces. Y emociones que desean ser procesadas.
El universo reflejó un contundente deseo.
Por otro lado refleja el surgimiento de un deseo muy profundo
que aparenta diferir.
¿Acaso tiene un camino nuevo
que despedir al amado viejo?
Cuando canalicé a mi padre,
Vi que es muy femenino,
pero también es muy masculino.
Se me ha presentado la siguiente dicotomía: mi ser masculino y mi ser femenino buscan. Ambos desean. ¿Acaso sus distintas necesidades y circunstancias pueden coexistir equilibradamente? Si va una aprendiendo a balancearlas. Signo de interrogación. Es que ni se mueven en el mismo rumbo, no, como si fuesen dos peces nadando cíclicamente en corrientes opuestas generan un remolino. Un torbellino interno levanta polvo, levanta el agua, y va encendiendo fuegos al atravesar. Hasta producirse por el uraneo de la mente un pensamiento radical.
Existe un tercer camino. . .
Cada que hay Luna
algo está sucediendo
con la situación
de la menstruación:
o la espera o el goteo o el sangrado
o la premenstrual o la posmenstrual
o la menopausia o cese natural.
Y Durante un embarazo
se da otro tiempo mensual.
Y cuando nace,
crece, adolece, envejece, perece y fenece,
¿Quién?
también hay Luna.
Marriage is a lonely place,
I dreamt
we moved through different spaces,
which were wide and vast.
We moved through dark places,
Empty attics of abandon,
halted histories,
and a suspended past.
We moved towards an unknown future,
going down ascending slopes
and moving up descents,
across diagonal lines,
around triangular edges
in square rooms without stairs
only lines and walls and
open ceilings and dark nights.
Ours are the only faces.
Others are just passing by.
They are few,
come in twos,
and share the
same journey.
I try to ascend
alone, but turn around
and go back
down to where
he is
sitting on a bench
way on the
other end of this vast, hall-like room
with levels,
which remind me of
a Halo map from
that video game,
which we so
fondly used to play.
Why do I return
to him? I’m not sure.
We seem to be
in this together.
His momentary reluctance
doesn’t seem to bother me
as I approach.
“Don’t bother
with finding your soul mate,
It will only
distract you
from what you
came here to do.”
The visionary
said to the seeker
with a
matter-of-factness that
made her
statement feel cold.
Love, romance,
isn’t that
what everyone
is looking for?
Don’t we spend
countless
hours, days and years
in youth and
age
driven by
hormones and je-ne-sais-quois,
driven by a who-knows-what
mystery-phenomenon
searching for
the one?
Until we find
this person
and join in
fates for better or worse.
Yes, it was a
lonely place.
Every couple I
encountered,
and there were
very few,
was, too,
very
much alone.
Very much
engrossed in themselves,
were they,
engrossed in each
other,
in a way
that made them
seem
Lost
in a landscape
of vast, enormous spaces.
Feeling godlost. Reluctant to read Remarque. It gives me sick satisfaction to leave nasty skid marks on the landlord’s toilet bowl. ...