| on a bus
in transit strangers catch me better in moments of concern. I don’t care if my stomach puffs out. I am whole and I control compulsion a river slick with oil like Saran wrap |
crumpled up
between NY + NJ who is this stranger on the bus? oily bird knows no better home + I’m growing old. what will outlast me?
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© luminarium 2014
Something out of Nothing
the Universe may be
a lineage of stars
sown, tilled and plucked
in a never-ending
harvest of Godstuff*.
*Where God=Love=Universe=Human Consciousness, or something like that.
Rules to Grow By
1. Ask Mother how she feels, wonder. Know, call upon her sound. Believe without intention.
2. Be a mother to a self who cannot love. If he tells a story, listen to his voice. Transcribe it into song. Sing it. Watch him dance.
Timeless Consciousness
There is a way to slip out of stream, into stillness, but the current dictates timing. Mindfulness is a tool useful to determine how to slip out regardless. When our arms strain, are weak or sore, we can draw focus toward the mind–the place where will is stored–and be. That is stillness. We are not our bodies, so we possess the strength to melt into them and dissolve into being, even when the waves rush past and splash us in the face. Mindfulness is connected to divinity, therefore it is timeless. In the stream, we struggle to connect, but as long as we inhabit these bodies, we embody the power to turn inward, smile and be. That is freedom. That is timelessness. Sometimes knowing you have the power is enough to enact it.
LUMINARIUM 