I Can’t Be Contained
Good morning! Here we are right now. What we have is here. Flow with me and take a ride into this stream of consciousness and into the poetry that shall bring you into a vision within.
I am in a wondering mood and see the possibilities. Question is a quest, a journey into the depths of these possibilities. Individually possible? Society possible?
What does it mean to be a person, does that define me?
Maybe we are not what we think we are?
What is thought and can what we think really define us?
Can words ever be the thing itself?
What is there to worry about when you realize that death is not what we think it to be? What if we are simply like clouds or soap bubbles that form briefly and then disappear back into where it came?
What is energy? Can energy be separated?
What if we feel free and empowered within?
What is it that we would truly need?
What would happen if we lived with no hierarchy, no class or caste system, and diversity was embraced?
What would happen to the earth if we weren’t consuming and rushing and stopped, simply stopped mining for resources and food?
In this place, can one be contained, can one be defined? Maybe, if i can just pause and discover the quiet, i will see that there is no container, no word, nothing that could ever hold me from me being me. Journey here and let the words point and reflect back to you…..
i rage into freedom
and see into
the infinite boundless
the flowing spectacle
and wonder of now
i am
without veils
without barriers
i am
beyond all words
all symbols
all ideas
free
i am
which is always
here
in this openness
the pure quiet
is where i am
not in holding back
not in covering up
not in appearances
but in oneself
free
this is power that is greatest
not forced on others
but radiating what is
which can't be contained
i am
all that is
and will ever be
for
i am
wholeness
my expression
love
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i walk into the arc of presence
riddles speaking
of generations gone by
of living fountains
of microscopic swarms of life
fiddling beneath my feet
i walk upon landscapes never explored
i walk into lands never seen or touched
i walk alone and with multitudes
in all
i am home -
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the infinite wilderness
vast endless
plains of energy
woven together
flowing
a great holographic tapestry
a living mandala
the infinite wilderness
unfolding wholeness
a place
of wonder and awe
upon the spinning earth
I have nothing
i own nothing
but yet all is with me…
here i flow
as the wilderness
weaves together
the atmosphere and oceans
topographies and climates
interconnected
indivisible
textured with multifaceted wildflowers,
pallets of sensual colors and smells
filled with the hum of insects
swelling with fountains
and meanderings of wind and rain
dust and ice
landscapes grapple and evolve
along
growing and dissolving
while oceanic swells
dance and sing
in geometric
kaleidoscopic flux
here
i flow as
the wilderness
weaves forests
stretching into the sky
each tree
its own microcosm or earth
life giving
sprouting
great arms
that branch out in
fractals
spilling into symmetrical
arcs of green
and etches with the patience
of an artist
dry deserts
antique
harsh
and poignant
gurgling brooks
laugh down like dreams
soft shafts of gold
frolic upon the ferns
while bird song
fills the space with light and joy
these are but nothing
compared with the sweeping breadth
of earth’s beauty
diversity and eloquence
flowing as a living poem
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The sun was rising,
soft and gentle
a swollen ball of fire
i felt infinitely young
wet and invigorated,
while i sat nestled
above
the raging creek,
i watched
and listened to
the creek
rush and flow
cascading into
vivid blue green pools.
i bathed
in the warm sunlight,
as the song of this river
and the mellow breeze
rushed into me
swallows darted and danced
across a startling blue sea.
a tiny swarm of black flies
zigzaged in the warming air.
Standing like sentinels,
trees fluttered
in multi shades of emerald,
while drinking in the
effervescent shafts of gold.
three red squirrels
chased each other
in ecstatic play
unaware of anything
but themselves
a red tailed hawk
swooped silently down,
and scooped one away and
evaporated into the woods
illustrating
the dance of life and death
while the day
unfolded into night.
I watched
as my ceiling
slowly became
a sea of blistering stars
glowing
in the hallowed darkness.
I was left with
nothing but awe
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awake
luminous
unbound
the flow beckons
into the breadth of its wilderness
i plummet into wildness
plummet into solitude
i let loose
threading into creativity
into beautiful awareness
freedom rising from the depths of compassion
here, in this untamed abode
wholeness is
freedom flows
love in every step
love in every breath
flowing down the valleys
up the highlands
into the rising mountains
flowing through churning waters
flowing through unbroken planes
flowing through the unfolding light
and nestled within the mysterious dark
flowing forth as emptiness
flowing through all forms
undisguised
it encompasses
circumscribing songs of the inexpressible
circumnavigating myself
flowing, rushing
it is soft and gentle
yet, ungraspable and unrestrained
its face lies in all colors, all species, all races,
it is the ecology of inter-dependency
the breath of change
yet it is still and timeless
it is the paradox and the unknown
without caring or knowing why,
i play and play
i feel presence slip her hand into me from its intangible
i feel presence plunge me within the depths of its universe
as i seep into its incomprehensible
here i stand
in the vision of creation
in the embers of destruction
in the home that is myself
for wherever i go, love raptures me
