Bendito seas
por tu cruda honestidad.
Bendito seas
por tu mensaje de amor.
Bendito por recordarnos
el valor
que tiene
la felicidad.
Sólo te pido
que no sea muy prolongado el dolor.
Eres grato,
Bendito,
y no descriminas.
Gracias por penetrar la memoria.
Dejas huella
cuando terminas, y
¡tus revelaciones son la gloria!
Nexistentialism is Philosophy for Fun, an Art of Perception on the Nexus of X-is-tence 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.
Montag, 26. Oktober 2009
to reside in abstraction
Like flies finding onto the wooden stump in the sun and resting upon it...
To get startled by insects is to be reminded of my civilized nature...
learned concepts of beauty and peace reveal to me
the monsters of burried memory and tainted knowledge.
The call for comfort confronts me with simple nuissance.
Yet, the senses know what's artificial...but they, too, join in the dreaming.
I discover that I have sought comfort in abstraction;
now I seek peace and distraction.
I become afraid to turn sachlich,
to hold on to the matter I know has a fin.
In spite of it all, let me tell you a story!
Words without wisdom, impressions of glory.
There is lethargy in abstraction.
I dare not put in words my suspicion.
Learned to find Halt in what's hard to define.
I am going through some sort of transformation,
never ceasing to give up the mine.
It is in this abstraction that I find solace and peace of mind
with myself as conscious creature.
Do I need to learn another language?
To learn a new languague has been to
transform...to metamorphose.
Maybe I have an identity
that has four strong identities
and then some more subtle ones.
Yet, independently of linguistic manifestations
and cultural aspirations,
my identity is one.
This one exists in abstraction.
There, the moon melts into the sun,
and the spirits become one.
It is there that the mind is set free,
when life is no different than that of a tree...
or a bug, or a river, or dirt.
So many details escape me when I reside in abstraction.
I seek with reluctance to scripture.
Not sure how to deal with the trains from without.
To get startled by insects is to be reminded of my civilized nature...
learned concepts of beauty and peace reveal to me
the monsters of burried memory and tainted knowledge.
The call for comfort confronts me with simple nuissance.
Yet, the senses know what's artificial...but they, too, join in the dreaming.
I discover that I have sought comfort in abstraction;
now I seek peace and distraction.
I become afraid to turn sachlich,
to hold on to the matter I know has a fin.
In spite of it all, let me tell you a story!
Words without wisdom, impressions of glory.
There is lethargy in abstraction.
I dare not put in words my suspicion.
Learned to find Halt in what's hard to define.
I am going through some sort of transformation,
never ceasing to give up the mine.
It is in this abstraction that I find solace and peace of mind
with myself as conscious creature.
Do I need to learn another language?
To learn a new languague has been to
transform...to metamorphose.
Maybe I have an identity
that has four strong identities
and then some more subtle ones.
Yet, independently of linguistic manifestations
and cultural aspirations,
my identity is one.
This one exists in abstraction.
There, the moon melts into the sun,
and the spirits become one.
It is there that the mind is set free,
when life is no different than that of a tree...
or a bug, or a river, or dirt.
So many details escape me when I reside in abstraction.
I seek with reluctance to scripture.
Not sure how to deal with the trains from without.
Mittwoch, 28. Januar 2009
rejuvenating
Exhausted.
Been pushin' hard again,
too hard suppose.
Body has limits,
so does mind.
Strength lies in patience,
quiet persistance.
Slow but steady.
Fall get up.
Sit still.
Breathe.
Time for
a spiritual moment...
Head held high
Eyes on the horizon
Mobile spine
breathe
Been pushin' hard again,
too hard suppose.
Body has limits,
so does mind.
Strength lies in patience,
quiet persistance.
Slow but steady.
Fall get up.
Sit still.
Breathe.
Time for
a spiritual moment...
Head held high
Eyes on the horizon
Mobile spine
breathe
Samstag, 15. November 2008
spiritual science notes
The souls of this world bear many faces. Why pursue an earthy existance? For the beauty of living in a blue sphere of rainbow colors? To personify the human being appears to have become trendy. Why is being human so fashionable these days? When the wisdom of other earthy creatures remains unrivaled...
To incarnate an earthy body, or any body for that matter, is to become a physical manifestation of energy. A channel within a vessel. The human body, evolution's marvelous experiment, represents a fascinating potential for the expression of energy in the worldly dimensions. An all-powerful capacity to manifest. A bipedal structure, a voicebox and two hands with opposable thumbs launched the hominid to new planes of existance. The human being walks the Earth, speaks in tongues and acts without measure and leisurely pleasure, surefooted and insecure.
Biological programming is time-consuming and effective. The seeds of the spring are the autumn's bounty. Biological regeneration is time-consuming and effective, a modus supervivendi. The body falls ill. The human form is vulnerable. Ist es den Sinnen zugänglich, hat es eine Form. In einer Welt voller Illusionen, was ist Wahrheit? To seek truth enables the filter for illusions. Doubt is your friend. That humans control anything is an illusion. A philosopher is a lover of wisdom, not wisdom itself.
God did create humans in his own image and humans are creative creatures. However, they are no different than any other form of life, which flows through it all. Life creates life. Life has many forms. Forms are vulnerable. They can grow ill. Healing processes are time-consuming and effective. Suffering does come from desire. Desire is an illusion of control. Control is a misconception.
Life also takes destructive forms, self-destructing forms. In the human creature this manifests itself as ill-being, as irrational and destructive agencies, such as war.
To incarnate an earthy body, or any body for that matter, is to become a physical manifestation of energy. A channel within a vessel. The human body, evolution's marvelous experiment, represents a fascinating potential for the expression of energy in the worldly dimensions. An all-powerful capacity to manifest. A bipedal structure, a voicebox and two hands with opposable thumbs launched the hominid to new planes of existance. The human being walks the Earth, speaks in tongues and acts without measure and leisurely pleasure, surefooted and insecure.
Biological programming is time-consuming and effective. The seeds of the spring are the autumn's bounty. Biological regeneration is time-consuming and effective, a modus supervivendi. The body falls ill. The human form is vulnerable. Ist es den Sinnen zugänglich, hat es eine Form. In einer Welt voller Illusionen, was ist Wahrheit? To seek truth enables the filter for illusions. Doubt is your friend. That humans control anything is an illusion. A philosopher is a lover of wisdom, not wisdom itself.
God did create humans in his own image and humans are creative creatures. However, they are no different than any other form of life, which flows through it all. Life creates life. Life has many forms. Forms are vulnerable. They can grow ill. Healing processes are time-consuming and effective. Suffering does come from desire. Desire is an illusion of control. Control is a misconception.
Life also takes destructive forms, self-destructing forms. In the human creature this manifests itself as ill-being, as irrational and destructive agencies, such as war.
Sonntag, 2. November 2008
Flujo existencial
Todo fluye. Un flujo incesante de memorias domina los movimientos de mi mente. No distingue entre sueños o recuerdos terrenales. Todo lo he vivido, todo me lo trae presente. Tienen la misma calidad existencial. ¡Cuantos recuerdos! Lugares, personas, sensaciones, sentimientos, pensamientos, descubrimientos...sobre todo lugares. Aparesco como una figura solitaria y abstracta siendo desde una distancia indefinida. Observo, analizo y contemplo. Las otras personas solo son pasantes, los paisajes escenario. Vivo a base de intuiciones e instintos, los pensamientos que surjen no son más que un público pasivo. Mi propio cuerpo es irreal. Soy algo y nada más, un disfraz de ser humano. Cada día es otro sueño más que mañana tal vez será recuerdo. Mi memoria corto plazo me falla mientras las memorias distantes inundan los espacios cognitivos. Las experiencias soñadas son igual de insistentes. Sólo espero que este río me lleve a un lago para descanzar...¿o a caso voy hacia el mar? No soy dueña de mi propia existencia, sólo testigo. Parto porta imparcialidad, descubro desprendimiento. La vida está tan cerca de la muerte. Es pasajero, el flujo incesante. No hay detenimiento.
Sonntag, 26. Oktober 2008
Santo
Mittwoch, 22. Oktober 2008
Donnerstag, 16. Oktober 2008
vor dem Sturm
Wenn schreiben nur schreiben wär. Und nicht lesen, wissen, analysieren, erläutern. Nur Ausdruck, nur Gefühle, Gemüt, und Gedanken. Will ich denn die Zeit einfach tot schlagen? Trotz all den Sachen die noch zu tun wären. Die sucht man sich eh. Dass das Dich erwarten so schwierig sein sollte...Du bist doch schon da, schon seit langer Zeit. Nur steht uns ein Wandel bevor. Wir stehen vor einer ungeöffneten Tür ins gelebte Ungewisse. Heute nähe ich Deinen kleinen Vorhang fertig. Geputzt und geräumt, und wieder verräumt haben wir auch...schon seit Tagen tun wir das. Seit Wochen. Wir erwarten Dich sehnsüchtig und wollen es nicht. Wir wollen gelassen sein, es sein lassen, möge es kommen wie es beliebt. Keine Wünsche, keine Vorstellungen, kein Verlangen, keine Sehnsucht. Es kommt ja nie so wie man es sich wünscht, nicht genau. Also Vertrauen und Glaube sind angesagt. Ein Bisschen Optimismus. Keine Ungeduld. Der Gang in die neue Dimension wird schwierig sein. Gerne nehme ich es in kauf. Zusammen schaffen wir es auch. Noch nie habe ich jemanden wie Dich gekannt. Die Empfindungen sind tausend Mal tiefgreifender, intensiver und komplexer als vor einem ersten Rendezvous. Et c'est quand on va rendez vous, ti-homme? ¡¿Que importa cuando!? Was sind schon Zahlen, darauf lege ich doch keinen Wert. Von dem modernen Menschlichen abwenden will ich mich. Unruhe stiftend ist es nur, der Druck der Zeit, der Regeln, der Statistiken und Berechnungen.
Und doch ist er so der Mensch. Er träumt und stellt sich die Welt nach seinem Gemüt vor. Nach seinen Wünschen, Sehnsüchten, Verlangen, Gedanken und Gefühlen. Faszinierend ist der Mensch. Einerseits so pervers und der Natur, dem Universum doch so nah.
Und doch ist er so der Mensch. Er träumt und stellt sich die Welt nach seinem Gemüt vor. Nach seinen Wünschen, Sehnsüchten, Verlangen, Gedanken und Gefühlen. Faszinierend ist der Mensch. Einerseits so pervers und der Natur, dem Universum doch so nah.
Dienstag, 14. Oktober 2008
Puyi
Montag, 13. Oktober 2008
Tú
Si te platicaba todo lo que pasa por mi persona...¿pero que importancia tengo ya? si ahora existo para ser tuya. ¡Que honor, que privilegio! Mi vida linda, cosita contreras, de mente propia, con el alma tan pura como las aguas que te han brindado el rostro de ser humano. ¡Cuantas no serán las palabras que pretendan titularte! Mira que yo conosco tu secreto, el misterio de tu anonimato existencial, de tu alma polifacética que como la luz al parecer blanca en realidad es un arco iris. Te llamarás de mil maneras, pero serás el mismo. Aquel que existe y busca en este mundo su camino, que juega sobre las praderas y corre por los valles, que vuela con las nuves y como una gota de agua al paso del río se convierte en mar abierto. ¿Cuantos no hemos sido los que por estas tierras pisan? Atravesando aparentes abismos y abriendo puertas cerradas. Cada principio es otra oportunidad de volver a mirar la sonrisa de la luna, de sentir el calor del sol. Y cada principio es una continuación de aquella búsqueda misteriosa, aventura maravillosa de ser, para nosotros mi vida, humanos. Título ambiguo, clave curiosa que nace de la mente y yace en el corazón. Ser humano, amor de mi vida. Bestia bipedal, piedra preciosa, criatura cuidadosa, audaz aventurero...¡y aguas con el ego! Vienes de la cueva para descubrir como es el mundo bajo la luz. Y verás que donde hay luz hay sombra. Hay día y noche. La obscuridad de la noche no te puede quemar a los ojos, y a veces la luna será tu guía. Más sabes tú ahora que vienes del cosmos con los secretos del universo cerca de tu corazón. ¿Que más podría decirte? Yo que soy tuya, ahora existo para servirte. Para darte lo mejor y lo peor y hacerte fuerte, para nutrirte y no tenerte. Sólo para verte, tan cerca de tí siempre desde lejos. Te pertenecen mis lágrimas y mis sonrisas, pero no te las regalo. Sobre mi propio camino andando te veré volar por el horizonte, aquel lejano que nunca sentiré más cerca. Nada mío es tuyo, bolita divina, pero yo soy para tí. ¿Y tú? Tu eres, mi vida. Eres, y ya.
You
If I only told you everything that passes through my person...but what importance do I have anymore? If now I exist to be for you. What an honor, what a priviledge! My dear little life, countercurrent little thing, with a mind of its own, with a soul as pure as the waters that have bestoyed upon you the face of being human. How many words shall pretend to give you titels! But you see, I know your secret, the mystery of your existential anonymity, of your multifaceted soul which like light appearing white in truth is a rainbow. You will be named in a thousand ways, but you will be the same one. The one that exists and searches for his path in this world, that plays on fields and runs through valleys, that flies with the clouds and like a drop of water with the river's steps turns into an open ocean. How many of us have not stepped through these earthy grounds? Crossing apparent abysses and opening closed doors. Every beginning is another opportunity to see the smile of the moon anew, to feel the warmth of the sun. And every beginning is a continuation of that mysterious search, that marvelous adventure of being, for us my love, human. Ambiguous title, curious clue born out of the mind and situated in the heart. Human being, love of my life. Bipedal beast, precious pebble, careful creature, audacious adventurer...and watch out for the ego! You come from the cave to discover how the world is under the light. And you'll see where there is light there is shadow. There's day and night. The darkness of night cannot burn your eyes, and sometimes the moon will be your guide. More do you know now coming from the cosmos with the secrets of the universe close to your heart. What else could I say to you? I who am yours, now I exist to serve you. To give you the best and the worst and make you strong, to nurture you but not to own you. Only to see you, so close to you always from afar. Yours are my tears and my smiles, but I don't give them to you. On my own path walking I will see you fly in the horizon, the one afar I've never felt so close. Nothing of mine is yours, divine little ball, but I am for you. And you? You are, my life. You are, that's all.
You
If I only told you everything that passes through my person...but what importance do I have anymore? If now I exist to be for you. What an honor, what a priviledge! My dear little life, countercurrent little thing, with a mind of its own, with a soul as pure as the waters that have bestoyed upon you the face of being human. How many words shall pretend to give you titels! But you see, I know your secret, the mystery of your existential anonymity, of your multifaceted soul which like light appearing white in truth is a rainbow. You will be named in a thousand ways, but you will be the same one. The one that exists and searches for his path in this world, that plays on fields and runs through valleys, that flies with the clouds and like a drop of water with the river's steps turns into an open ocean. How many of us have not stepped through these earthy grounds? Crossing apparent abysses and opening closed doors. Every beginning is another opportunity to see the smile of the moon anew, to feel the warmth of the sun. And every beginning is a continuation of that mysterious search, that marvelous adventure of being, for us my love, human. Ambiguous title, curious clue born out of the mind and situated in the heart. Human being, love of my life. Bipedal beast, precious pebble, careful creature, audacious adventurer...and watch out for the ego! You come from the cave to discover how the world is under the light. And you'll see where there is light there is shadow. There's day and night. The darkness of night cannot burn your eyes, and sometimes the moon will be your guide. More do you know now coming from the cosmos with the secrets of the universe close to your heart. What else could I say to you? I who am yours, now I exist to serve you. To give you the best and the worst and make you strong, to nurture you but not to own you. Only to see you, so close to you always from afar. Yours are my tears and my smiles, but I don't give them to you. On my own path walking I will see you fly in the horizon, the one afar I've never felt so close. Nothing of mine is yours, divine little ball, but I am for you. And you? You are, my life. You are, that's all.
Donnerstag, 9. Oktober 2008
ad interim
Ein gewisser Sprung ins Ungewisse. Ungewisses erwarten des Gewissens. Jamás ha provocado lo inevitable, lo esperado tanta incertidumbre, inconcebibles neblinas de la consciencia que en sólo cuestión de cierto tiempo se levantarán con los rayos del primer sól para desmañanar a un espiritu tan vivo como dormido, tan activo como letárgico, tan abstracto como presente y tan conciente como ausente. Blank slate state pretending to paint red rose patterns on a plain porcelain plate. Reason and mind collide within a nirvana chaos of instincts and feelings, wishful thinking and wistful sensations. To count without numbers, to pray without words. Escuchando al silencio, hablando sin voz. El tiempo no existe pero no se calla el reloj. Sufrir deseando no tiene sentido y la fuerza nace del dolor. La muerte y la vida existen abrazados y la naturaleza le arranca el alma al cuerpo otorgándole el privilegio de respirar con el verde del árbol y nadar por el aire cósmico en la historia del pescado fallido condenado a ser libre. Freiheit hat keinen Körper, das Leben ist kein Besitz...auch kein Geschenk. Das Leben ist, und wir sind und so ist der Tod, because that is the way we exist.
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