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.