30 miles & 30 years

I'm back South. I'm back moving. I'm back to the goal that has seemingly alluded me for all time. Or likely, only fourteen to sixteen years. It is such a simple thing, but a very challenging thing. My time is here, since I am learning a rather vast lesson in patience. Good thing it is one of the seven godly virtues, and it is definitely apart of learning the Universe booming wisdom.

Pictures and a wonderful story shall be adorning these walls over the next few days/week. This is the beginning thought that joined me throughout most of my journey. In a day of mass introspection, retrospection, and many other kinds of spection I have grown. I feel closer, yet further removed from my brothers, my sisters, and my other family members the World over. What a wonderful and blessed place I live within, yet so much sadness. I swear if I believed some of the things I've seen. I would know the people who believe socialism (in any form) is ok, and any form of Communism, are the devil and without hesitation coming to maim, murder, and destroy all that is good and wholesome.
Also President Obama, is not, and I repeat, not, a socialist, communist, or otherwise. He is a moderate "conservative", and is working to spend less money than the recent conservative political leaders. I'm no fan of the man, but I give him credit for trying to give the United States health care (and ended up giving us a quagmire of fail, more than not. Sorry.), but come on, health care is a human right. It is a basic human need! Don't give me this pull yourself up by your boot straps, yes there are some valid points to be made within that mindset, but it is not the end all be all. It's ok to help people, to give, in fact this time of year is dedicated to giving. That's so weird. Teach them to fish, but also don't hoard your worldly possessions and give to your fellow. Isn't that the lesson? Meh whatever, I'm probably naive and incorrect, but then don't celebrate this time of year. Let the "war on Christmas" have it's inevitable conclusion and the godless heathens that "threaten" your holiday will stop threatening it, and it will continue on, like it has, for the past several centuries.

Viral

Don't own the rights (darn). Giving props to some Kpop: G Dragon

July 7th is a marathon in Queensland.

You

I don't own the rights to this video or song, but enjoy some Orca MJ power:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJMPTmbOvR0

also please keep in mind:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAyKJAtDNCw




I do not own the rights to either song. But powerful none the less.

Tits, remembrance, and unrepenting

I choose to live. Beyond these shackles. I walked the distance. Now, all that's left is for me to grab the reigns. To move beyond the muck that dredges so slowly. This is so vague, because that's the way I speak, but if you know. Then there is something directed at you. Whether it's a lack of communication, a betrayal, but how deep do these things go. How deep do you need to dig, and to find that it's only a shallow complaint. Such is the way of the world. And merely can do, without. This tax, this one thousand percent. The converse diverges from the main story, and now I lie within the deep blue of a midnight sky. So majestic and still, as the lights speed by in an endless row. My voice is found silent. Yours less than calm. There was a kitten. There was a dart. There was a magic endless moment. There was my heart. There was my innocence, and in the end, it was all temporary. Now it comes back to a beginning, an ending, and always there is the music. There is an endless row. A wash, rinse, cycle, repeat, cycle, and move. With only tears of sweat to drive me forward. To drive us all.

Shots

Everybody, go round 3.
Apparently men and women can't be friends. So says "SCIENCE!".

Just in case you missed it.

Citizens in the United States want their states to secede from the Union. Other citizens want those citizens to be stripped of their citizenship and sent packing. Oh "first world" problems. Good thing climate change only affects the "third world" eh? Too bad no one told them the Sixth World is here.

Hibernation

Tis the season.
The blackness begins now in the twilight hour. The witching begins. Anew, and begins again.
Round that circle.
Make it drop.
Fuck it.

Growth And

A time of change. This time of passage. A time of contemplation and revelation. The winds of change, moving forward need no explanation. This metamorphosis is well in hand and nearly beginning. Moving forward. Moving to the side, and spinning around.

Divine justice, keeps on.

Hut two, hut two, move.
The mileage adds up, move it.
I clamor for more.

I seek the fair heart.
To run, to swim, to bike, move.
The numbers move on.

Stay the course, this course.
A challenge, another challenge.
Patient and steady.

Home-Coming-Queen

I'll never know what it is that feels like a solid state of motion within the stillness of night. Moving, the lights reaching gently out into the darkness with violently soft penetration.
A pressure that is building in feeling, that can be quite freshening, but there is some level of uncertainty. I shall contemplate and move with the winds of change. Build on this what we can and will. I think it's straight on till morning.

Stained in Bliss, a striding stomach can never know the truth.

A golden rule filled with hope. It is a new day. Strange with overcoming and emotion. That pain in your back is a simple soreness.
A wider stance may be needed, but cannot be guaranteed during each process. I must claim you as an acquaintance. Shall we drive the ship together, or can I take the lead?
A slop guided battle will prove fruitless. Fruitless as a barren tree in Autumn. Is it Autumn or may it be the other side?
A spring in the step and all may be revealed. This is the patience I seek. Moving forward while keeping an eye out for the outcome. Being active while engaged. Patient, but moving ahead. Moving ahead while sitting, I take it in stride. You'll know, this may be the Louisville you've been searching for.

Mindful

Patience & Perseverance.

Are less than imagined.

Imagined a stress.

Now the party will begin as a time new.

The Five Months

Each month shall represent on the third for a two week period of contemplation.

The first and last month is a direction corresponding with the East or the West, and should mirror after each cycle. If it is the East then it can be a contemplation of sound, patience, and being without judgment. If it is the West then it can be contemplating taste, and wisdom. The second and subsequently fourth month can correspond with the North and South directions. If it is the North then it can be a contemplation of touch, accomplishment with humility, and being without fear. If it is the South then it can be contemplating smell, giving/charity, and living with equality. The middle month is the month of the "void/Way". This can be a contemplation of the body/form, sight, teaching, learning, and living with mindfulness.

There is room to grow and evolve. The path is ever changing. Each month aims to encompass Wisdom, Ethical Conduct, and Mental Discipline as a guidance tool  for their teachings.

A Future

A choice is made, and then life becomes divergent on that single path. Each choice generates thousands of alternate paths. Where do we come from and where do we go? Each choice is to be made with consideration and reckless abandon. A thought without thought, while continuing the path of thinking. Single, but also unified.

Thousands of thoughts

Race is never far.
True it may be, but false too.
A strength within you.

I must have a chat with this monkey.
I feel that it is distracting, perhaps there is too much chatter.
I see only a short term internal, and miss the greater goal.
I watch only what is in front of me.

Let's work together monkey.
A skeleton can rob a bank.
This evening I praise to you.
You and I will always travel together.

I pray for monkey.
Deep within myself always.
Now I move forward.

One Thousand Years of Darkness

The social, the collective, the Hive!
Beware these dark times, a loss of the individual thought!
I pray for a bright and shining hope that can restore our sanity, and apple pie!

Do you know why?
Why it is we seek these hopes of freedom?
A Patriots call to arms, and where it will lead?

Because Pie is delicious!
A confectionery treat, and scrumptious!
A give you the collective pie!
Because without all those people it would not exist.

Suck it.

Direction and Guidance

Wisdom: A cultivation of spiritual endeavors and introspection.

Ethical Conduct: A physical cultivation to help grow. To grow outward in a connected mindful manner.

Mental Discipline: Tilling the fields of mental capacity and broadening the horizon.

Something returns

A buddhist claims naught.
The straight becomes curve, returns.
A clear path shines through.

M. Night Confusatron Huge Blasts!

In a whirlwind of emotion and expectation where do we find the balance to live without judgment. Live without sin, and live without attachment. I'm not sure it's fully possibly, but perhaps I am seeking a mahasiddha. In this place, in this path, it could be. It could be not. If some people are to be believed the mahasiddha is within. Just as the Universe. Seek your path. The paths of others will intersect and guide you. But something comes to mind about the blind leading the blind. I seek the nature without and within.

Emasculating presents

The gift of this wheel of life is meeting the many teachers that are available. Some of their lessons are harder to see while in the moment than others, but they teach us invaluable lessons about life and ourselves. I sincerely thank those many teachers in my life. From the ones that have challenged my perception to the ones who have greatly comforted me and vastly expanded my knowledge. It is a wild ride.
We ride on a roller coaster at many times with endless loops, twist, and turns. There are those times when the ride levels out and it's smooth sailing, and there are times where it feels like a hill takes forever to climb. Where there is a hill, there is an exhilarating drop off that accompanies it. I, we, must have patience and persevere. For it is a temporary moment in the presence of the present. Just wake me up, before you go, go. I've got the power.

Getting better with Time

A representation both physical and otherwise. A song title that needs a new home. Blessed be are those that seek the truth and find an end, but also to be released. Forever lost into nothingness. Isn't it our goal? One month for the Vairocana, two weeks for Amitabha, another month for Amogahsiddhi, yet two more weeks will go to Aksobhya, and finally Ratnasambhava receives a final month.
Five in total. Two weeks each, beginning on the third, a fast will take place to highlight mind, body, and spirit. Hopefully we can find wisdom within and without. For there is jiriki and tariki, but always there is the nature. Seek it well.

Agatha Rain

There feels, through an endless space, a dizzying precipice that beckons me to it's edge. The answer is on the other side and it seems to be in a darkness, or a dense fog. This time I feel far more clear, but still unavailable to fully reach or unknowing the exact answer. Yet I feel very close. Frustratingly so close that I can sense this answer without exactly knowing what it is, where it is, or nearly anything.
Perhaps the answer lies much closer than one realizes. An internal search is likely needed. To understand the nature of self. Letting go of any perceived notions, and seeking this "truth". A "final" question is simply: Do I need to become a Batman?

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National conference:
If a signpost sitting in the middle of a darkened forest suddenly lights up, do you ignore it, or follow it's guidance?
Or perhaps in the middle of a well lit city, would you follow?
A divergence presents itself and forever does it seem that a choice will directly result in something endless.
When in reality it is far more likely to end. Perhaps in days, weeks, months, or even years. The conclusion generally is the same. The story can differ, but the conclusion always comes. Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter. Or perhaps you prefer Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring?
Turn turn turn, in a circular motion we shall spin. To continue onward, and upward like a bird. I shall run free, I shall run, I shall swim, and I will tender to this growth of self. This burgeoning butterfly emerging from its cocoon, or is it a larvae entering into the next stage. Strangely I see it as both. I shall rise, deshi basara, deshi basara.

Human Interaction

Sometimes the most wonderful thing in the World, and sometimes the worst. Or is it the outcomes of said interactions not the actual interactions themselves.
At best you reach dizzying heights akin to being on cloud nine. At worst the World is in the dredging clutches of a post-apocalyptic cataclysm.
Bring back the technotronic music of the 90's, please, baby don't hurt me because it's a beautiful life..whoa o o.

Peace filled inspirations are marked by ears and flap in the wind.
The deeper the depth, the darker the welding needed.
Keep your mind straight, and your eyes open.
Your mind must be open and exacting.
For there is nothing to stop you now.

Nishi no Mandala

A little pet project...

Wild Wild West

Jim West and Dre singing about my bro, D West.
Working on a mandala design to help me reach a kind of state of samadhi, because you always gotta reach out to the samadhi.

There's some dana for you today, yo. Got to represent the dana all the day.

Remembering

A lot of good times.
A diamond of insight.
A clarity of pronounced beauty.
A single strand of infinite possibilities.

This will not quite reach.
There must be another way.
To do what is needed to be done.
Till the end is near and complete.
The challenge will continue onward.

Earnest in my delightful way of living.
Very amazed at this reception that comes sooner.
A little can be many.
I'm sure things will be going and off.
I can be confident that I will go woof woof woof.
I will only move forward while maintaining what I have.
I can only be sure of a pan.

Do you see, do you understand?
Another biscuit is in the works.
Only the dog may partake.
For the clock reads 3 am.
Alarm, alarm, alarm.
I am ready for this gentle sleep.

Free as Love

It's often seen as a dream.
That only if you imagine such a thing, will it exist.
That probably makes me a beetle.
Let's roll around on the ground.
Or take flight.

I guess a simple statement can be made.
About those little things that come and go, a type of impermanence.
Really can we ever know?
A type of way to be.
Or not to be...

So many questions and thoughts.
What if this event is real, and not imagined?
I guess we'll wait and see.
Maybe I need a little help?
Or is it too much?

Deadline

A deadline is almost near and the excitement is high.
One is dark and foreboding while the other is quite bright and cheery.
I know I will enjoy both experiences to my utmost fullest ability.
Now on to regularly scheduled programming and deliciousness.

How do you measure up?

July

It's that month.
A month of expectations and grandeur.
I see with a naked eye, this unexpected beauty.

Move in before the end is nigh.
A flowing strand of amber.
Stricken with light.
Stricken with life.

We cannot be sure what lies ahead.
Even when we know the course.
It is part of my excitement.
This unknowing road.

Perhaps we will see an outcome soon.
A shiny new horse with a bejeweled saddle.
A path of challenges.
A path of success.
Only time will tell.

Hooray Colombia

And thanks to two wonderful Colombians Ivan and Silvia. Good peoples.

Nolan

I'll say it again. Many kudos to Christopher Nolan (and those that helped him) on some fantastic story-telling.
I'm sincerely looking forward to this finale.

Fitness

I wonder how many children are able to reach the U.S. National Standards in fitness let alone the Presidential standards. I think they might need to re-evaluate those rankings, and how to vastly improve awareness, motivation, and desire for activity and sport. Eventually the States will run out of elite level athletic competitors (unless the rest of the World spikes in obesity as well)...
I hope not.

Subject posted and dated

It's that time of year again. When the rains pour and the sun shines. I hear a thunder strike and feel a mosquito bite. So let's hit the beach, and call it a day. Three cheers for this mighty explosion!

Take a roar from this simple play book.
Watch as you fall, tumbling down.
May the wings of grace find you.
Only to feel the winds renewal.
I shall stay strong, like a wolverine.

Evasion

Even though I feel motivated to do, I find a certain evasion taking place. I will not give up though and power onward to new heights!

Two down

I have no idea how many more to go. That was a challenge and I met it head first. Now to keep that up.
Looking ahead to 60-30-10 and trying to meet some "resolutions". Rock n' Roll.

Rifts

Is high powered cheese fun. That is all.

Burning Brighter

Like a blue inked pen, I'll be the salute till tomorrow.
I don't like the look you've given me, but I'll endure.
Instead you should be wary of the path you've chosen.

If it's like this and I'll never understand.

Watching the words travel backward, when they're simply moving normally.

I may not understand, but doesn't mean I can't move forward.

Take it and run with it.

If you don't you might miss the jump.

Run now, girl, run now, boy.

I'm going to rock this perch.

Leave you left in stardust.

How come we're only honest in the open?

I'm going to be honest with you.

I don't want to grab your beer.

I only want a simply drink of water.

Need to level this song out.

I'm going to move out into the stratosphere.

Play me a beat.

Make your move.

It's important to remember what really matters to you and yours. This should go without saying, but it's nice to have a reminder every now and again. Whether you've got to come to terms with the life that exists, or climb back onto the horse that bucked you. Those reminders are ever present and available if you just listen. From big to small they're out there ready for you to take stock and realize what kind of life you're living and what to live. I bow to you and take charge.

Japanese Super Blade

Got a little pumped action. About to get a bike (if all goes well), get a chart, and just in time to run a race. If that's not confusing, which it probably isn't, rock n' roll.

Deflation

Feeling the mood might go better with some potato salad.

I might be in a better place if I just go with a regular salad.

I may never know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tuna salad.

But I'll be damned sure if I don't make a new kind of salad.

Tax Receipt

A nifty little expenditure calculator for Income Tax Spending.

Kind of amazing the United States spends around an estimated 700 billion dollars and the next closest competitor spends an estimated 150 billion. This is of course is if all numbers are accurate, but given these numbers if the U.S. spent 3/4 ($533 billion) as much as they do now they would have considerably more resources for other ventures let alone half ($355 billion) (which would still be more than the next four countries combined (which are top of all military spenders)).

I guess what my point is when you have categories that are considered advancements of society (science(s), education, community, natural resources) having a combined expenditure of about 8 cents on every dollar, something may need to change. This is versus about 25 to 30 cents (and more) for military expenditure. Granted "health care" is up there too (which is funny considering how much care I'm actually receiving..which is none). So, not that I'm a fan, but can someone please explain how President Obama is a "socialist", or are you confusing this with communism. And which version are you referring to?

By the by this was rhetorical. I don't care. Obama isn't a socialist. His administration's policies aren't socialist. A little too hawkish for my tastes. I guess not all is his to blame (unlike I have seen throughout multiple sources), I'm looking at you previous Administrations (please note I listed plural administrations). I guess I can be thankful he didn't start any more major military altercations (unless you count Libya, sigh)........................................This is why I don't like politics anymore.

Nate Ebner:

Sixth Round NFL Draft Pick by the New England Patriots
1.82 meters in height (or close) and 93.1 kg his numbers are:

4.55 second 40 yard dash time (tied for 38th, one of the top times at his position)
10'8 Broad Jump (7th)
3'3 Vertical (tied 9th)
6.59 second 3 cone drill (Top 3)
23 repetitions on the bench (tied for 83rd (out of about 200 participants), top at his position)
4.04 second 20 yard short shuttle (tied 15th).

Played three seasons of College Football and has a very solid background in Rugby. The man looks like an athletic monster and plays with an outrageous intensity. I wish him the best of luck (hoping he is a "superstar in the rough" and has a phenomenally productive season)!

I might have already posted about him, but I'm excited. Those numbers ^ are just "wow". Me thinks the NFL might do well to look into Rugby talent pools more often.

1k

I feel like I've reached a milestone: 1,000 page views.

Now on to 10,000.

Many thanks to those that peek every now and again.

You've left me little Time:

These things are lost, and I cannot seem to find them.
This failure should be noted, but perhaps this is my penance...

Then again, strangely enough, this might be your retribution.
Be wary these deeds because they may come back "ten fold".
Then again, it might not, this here and now is your reward...

So in response I will ask:

Should I play in the mud, after a rainy day in the backyard?
Perhaps I should just grab some holly for my ailments?
Or...
Should I take a vacation just like the family Robinson?
Perhaps I should take time to learn to play the alto saxophone?

I say nay.
Simply because.
And it is no good.

All things come to an end.
This life so full, filled with impermanence.
I will ask again, what is the point?

Perhaps there is none.
Perhaps there is plenty.
It matters not, but matters greatly.

There is a path of minimal expectation and it may be the best road:

Fully realizing the joy and beauty this world has to offer.
Yet knowing, just like a flower given to a pretty lady, that it will mold and decay.
Becoming something new and vibrant in its own right.

Power May

Time is flying in a futuristic car.
Speeding quickly and fervently.
I feel I can barely keep up.
Just have to keep my head level.
Arms bent at 90 degrees.
I'm tired.

Springtime

Isn't really here anymore is it?

Had a suggestion to post videos of myself doing different voices...Hrmmmm.

Almost done with one of those resolutions (woot), hint hint: May.

Don't wanna

Be sedated, or really anything along those lines.
I'm digging the way life is going, down that winding road, that seems so less curvy.
It's all good.
I'm out of bounds son, I won't be apart of this system.
Break it down to the West side, a Zef type of side...

That new day feeling

Chop me up.

Like JT, Timbaland, and Three 6 Mafia.

Let's get it going.

That part where you scream.

Kind of like Prince, except I'm not quite some black sweat.

More like geek sweat, but I'm a little sweet too.

Rock it right. Keep the peace and smile brightly.

May day, mayday, it's the new day.

April Fin

Here lies the end of time.
The end of a month.
The finale of something old.

Thirty times this fact.
We face off each day.
Knowing our end will come, the sun.

Will love arise anew?
Will our hearts shine superbly?
Will we find contentment calmly?

I'm not sure.
For I have found at times that I am aware of my surroundings, but I am blind.
I'm not certain of nothing.

This awareness builds within us all.
It might be a tatagatha garba, or it might not.
Quickly now, the wolves are running.

So too, must we run.
We must swim.
We must travel, on wheels.

A jaunt.
A saunter.
A shambling fool who'll take to the hill.

Therein lies a beginning.
The start of something new.
They'll, see a moon rising.

April Anitya

Forever wound, our lives are like a traveling 180 degree wheel full of spokes.
Forever connected, we live interdependently to one another.
Yet, in a reversely of time we may find ourselves lacking. To you, to me, to them all.
One can never truly tell which direction we shall go.

For our eyes our beautiful works of art. Containing the secrets of the Universe and the stars beyond.
Like a void of knowledge we shine through them, or allow them to become cloudy.
We all live in  dream that seems to end. So what is the point?
There seems to be none, only to live. Truly and without doubt. Live.

April and her ghosts

Why is April feminine? I'm sure there is a historical, Hellenistic, reason.

When faced with a life choice, which will you choose?

Faced with images of a time gone by, a time not easily remembered, and you may see the ghosts of the past. Maybe not the past you are so easily associated with, but a past you are no doubt any less connected too.

Which further stresses a curious point. When do we say enough is enough? When do we see the bigger picture and realize that we live in, excuse the poor metaphor, a children's sandbox. That actions and events dramatically, and even not so dramatically taking place several thousand miles away from my seven year old self, have ramifications and reverberations in the world for my almost thirty year old self.

Then again maybe it's simply time to start the show.

April Thinks

I move one piece.
It becomes blackened.
Your move, two pieces.
Then it becomes clear as ivory.

I feel your thoughts searching the depths of my mind.
Your feelings become my thoughts within the depths of this other mind.
The field is wide an ranging.
This mostly grass, covered with little offerings of gold and silver, only the corners and sides know.

April Flickers

A cold glacier moves silently and effortlessly.
I've never heard a more deadly call.
The cries of sudden departure ring true.
May we not weep through the Spring-time mists.
It is not a mourning dew.
Please find your land of harmony.

April Chills

Move silently still.
Like a wind filled bag of chill.
Never reaching stilt.

April Feels

We have our dreams and seek shelter in them.
What if our dreams are real?
Then they come crashing down around us, forcing us to face reality.
Which reality do you choose?
Which one, can you choose?

April Bodhi

Taken down.
In the end it was all too easy.
In the end I wasn't a match.
Peeling is only the beginning.
Something bigger and better awaits.
I can smell the victory.
Which path will we take?

April: cinq

Falling behind is often very easy, but in reality do we fall very far?
Isn't this a simple construct that guides away from our true path?
This seeker of truth is often defined by challenges and obstacles.
What about a seeker of the stickers, both new and old?

I can claim neither things: stickers or truth.
In this ancient world of dinosaurs and automobiles, when will an outcome reveal itself?
Do we simply wait for this enlightened response, or do we take charge?
This may be the false way to accomplish everything, and it may accomplish nothing.

This is a spiral that will never ascend.
It is truly never descending either.
I can only wish for a saber made of light and a velociraptor made, no doubt, in flight.
I conclude on this final note and will contemplate our existence, never alone.

April Diamante (Pizzaz exercise)

Spring

Warm, wet.

Appraising, birthing, climbing.

Cherry, lotus, mirror, dachshund.

Moving, preening, running.

Liminal, grey.

Fall

April: quatre

Bright void, protecting.
Aroma of sterile filth.
April breathes quickly.

April: trois

Menage a Trois?
Nay.
I speak in riddles.

Riddles of squeaks.
Tiny.
May your sense be blue.

I need a whale of a time.
Yay.
Is it the wind?

April

A wonderful month of contemplation and reflection. I find it hard to stay in the "here and now", being ever mindful of my presence within myself and with those around me. I often feel a sense of distance, but also one of great connection to those with whom I interact. I find deep appreciation in many of these communications and am glad to be apart of such history.
It is a unique thing to realize that each and every month, day, hour, minute and down to the second is being woven into the tapestry of History. We live it everyday and make waves through our own timeline, and the timelines of countless others. Like the infamous butterfly that flaps its wings, we ripple throughout the cosmos, both literally and figuratively. I shall seek no more, but never stop seeking. I am the wanderlust, but I am here at home. A microcosm of shades and tones. Please remember to thank yourself, because I thank you and find myself grateful.
A dog biscuit indeed.

April Minds deux

Redux, remix, and recalibrated.
I will not sit.
Forever not alone, because I am with me.
Therefore you shall see, a coming tidal wave of emotion.
An expression of self that is bigger and greater than the sum of all things.

I refuse to back down, but I will move with the ebb and flow of our natural progression.
We will conquer together and become an entity more than the Universe.
This is because we are the universe.
And by the truest of natures the universe becomes us.
Not in a metaphysical way, but by the truest of extensions of meaning.
I am made of the Universe and so are you.

April Rinds

To thank a sensei,
Is no easy task, but then.
Is sincerity?

Old Love

I want to show some love and support to older game music (with some nice little remix action):


Tetris
Super Mario Bros

Final Fantasy VI:
Gau 
Decisive Battle
(not sure if the original midi file is better) Aria di Mezzo Carattere

(not quite as old) VII:
Opening
One Winged Angel

(definitely not old, but still good stuff. Wouldn't mind playing this) Journey

April Blinds

Who is the diamond mind?
Is it someone who exhibits red hues?
Or are is it blues?
Perhaps the best to ask is someone with a purple theme.
A mixture of a red and blue meme.

If we can free ourselves from anger and painful desire, we may find a stretch of space to "call our own".
But what is painful desire and how can we know it?
Is it lust, carnal or otherwise?
It can be lust, but also simple desires (I want).
Again this raises a question of mindfulness, but isn't this also desire.

A smile should find your lips.
Here's to not being paralyzed. Here's to the action. Praise the "snake tribes" for they are our ancestors.

 

Tomorrow

April 3rd starts another round of a two week focus on a mindful thought/spirit. I am beginning to feel comfortable in this practice and I am thinking a diamond will come into play this time around.

April Minds

Is mindfulness a word? Yes, and can also be referred to as sati.

I am a mindfulness being. I am content.

I am filled with passion. I am expressed by compassion.

I seek direction to guide through the darkness, and be present in the light.

You are contentment and the divine presence.

You express compassion within your passion.

You travel to each destination providing comfort and direction.

We are a diamond. Shimmering in all lights.

April Times

I swear the fools are on you like a pack of rabid dogs.
No longer do I worry or sweat.
Now that the heat is lowered with an ethereal sigh.
I aim with a liminal gleam in my eye.
Straight and narrow.

Continuity

Not too sure about this new Michael Bay fad, but "no sweat off my sack". On to bigger and better things! Case in point:

Every time I look forward I find myself looking to the past, but I am now working to my present.
Verification may be required to move ahead, but I find no worry in this gesture.
About equal distribution in my current state of mind; I find no presence quarrelsome.
Given what I know about Life, the Universe, and the in-between this should not come as a surprise.
Really can I question what I know? Will it do any good?
"Is this how we say goodbye?" No, but we can and it will move on. As we all do to this new frontier.
Futuristic realities will hang around in the backdrops of our minds to give pause of what the future brings.
Frankly, I don't give a care. As those who do and those who say, it is not fear.
Instantly move ahead to realize your gift. You are here.
Neither of these things will move us into position. The position of grace, I am given celestially.

Politics

I feel like more and more people are sensing a corruption in the system, but I feel like our visions may be slightly misguided. Now if we can actually work together, we might able to change things for the betterment of all people.

In reality isn't this what people want? Out of the World's entire population (of an estimated seven billion) roughly 4.9 billion (more actually: 5.7 billion est.; but this 4.9 is of the major ones) people adhere to some type of religious affiliation. The same type of religious affiliation(s) that promote kindness and generosity (for the most part) to your fellow people.

Come on.

I want you

I want you. I want you so bad, it's driving me mad, it's driving me mad.

Trying to work back to that place. The place in my mind and beyond. It'll manifest itself physically in a positive way, and in a creative place. It's just how I imagined.

Hypocrisy

I shall take a sharp breath inward and release it to be free. Each day is a step into a learning process and wields fantastical bridges capable of challenging our very souls. Yet despite these motives I find it unclear to remain in the past while never forgetting the past. You are my creator, but have no bearing on my now.

I am feeling pressured to face these circumstances that lie all around me. In every direction I look I come back to the same realization. A realization of doubt, but finding a building strength. This growing focus is ample and capable of tearing down nations. Look to our strengths and build as a team to cover the weaknesses. I find no fault in this rain and am nearly blinded by this lightning. My time has been broken down by segments. First block is rising to May. Then the second block is to June 8th. Followed by the middle of August, and lastly culminating in the third weekend of November. These are exciting times, neh?

Thought

Could it be this bothers me like a smiling dog, or a talkative tree in an empty forest? Don't you know this Jesus fellow? Something about the word Bodhisattva/Bodhisatta seems to run well with such a name. An enlightened being that is without a doubt.

Moving into this space and feeling numb, I think I may be a doughnut and know we've all have to get rid of all this Duhkha. Silly duhkha.

Feelings of contemplative peace and to have realizations about your own self are enjoyable feelings.


Get some.

Thought

Let's live without judgment and/or attachment. Otherwise we'll continually live in a world on fire with sin and ego.