Tag: being

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Golden Bowl, Bridge Studios, Vancouver, BC, Canada

Light ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #267

Once the light entered the bowl
Something magical happened
Something I’ll probably
Never fully understand

The light coalesced
Hardened
Formed swirling tendrils
Of incandescence

Well
I understood one thing

Light was alive

No
Not alive

Conscious

And what I was witnessing
Was the comingling
Of unmanifested being
One each to a tendril

Swimming as if a school of fish
In a golden bowl
Struck just the right way
By the sun

And then it was gone
Light
Was merely light
Again

But some trick of the cosmic tail
Had let me in on the secret
Because in an instant
I’d known

Light
Is love
And love
Is light

When we are unmanifested
In this purest spirit form
We know this as surely as
The necessity of a breath

We know it in a way
A brain cannot grok
But our manifest purpose
The meaning of our existence

Is to remember

And for a moment
Looking into a sunlit bowl
I remembered

A glimpse of the unknowable
Out of the corner of my eye

A memory I struggle to keep
Every day

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The Maze, Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah, United States of America

The Maze

I was already deep inside
And lost
Before I realized it was a
Maze

But there are times
Places
To not mind being
Lost

The walls seemed sculpted
Textured
With saturated tones of
Warmth

And so I walked
Aimless
Lost in the beauty of the
Walls

Until suddenly I was
Outside
Safe, yet wanting to go
Back

Sometimes it is
OK
To lose my
Self

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Tunneling, Willow Ranch, Interstate 395, California, United States of America

Comfort Food

It was a straight run
Down valley
And at 100 miles an hour
The landscape became a gun barrel
I rifled through

The road was freshly paved
Though heavily pebbled
So the car hummed
As it shimmied in the heavy winds

Here was I
A projectile crossing open country
Which to my being is as good

As being wrapped in a blanket
By a fire on a snowy winter’s eve

Road trips are comfort food for my soul

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Before the Sun Ever Rose, Britannia Beach, Howe Sound, Sea to Sky Highway, British Columbia, Canada

Out of the Nothingness

Before the sun ever rose
In the time before time
Or consciousness
Or biology

In the infinity of moments passing
Before a moment could be noticed
What choice was there but to be
Though such was not a choice

In the next infinity of moments passing
Before a moment could be valued
What choice was there to be good
What choice was there to be evil

So I wonder if
Somehow
The more we choose to value
The less we choose to be
The more good and evil we create

Out of the nothingness of being
Which preceded time

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Shootin' the Shit, Bar Mendizábal, Gothic Quarter, Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain

Presence ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #234

We didn’t come here
For the beer
Or the snacks
Or to share a cigarette
Once we’d finished those

It wasn’t for the words we’d speak
Or to look into each other’s eyes
(You never took off your sunglasses)
To see or be seen
Or for a breath of fresh city air
In the chill afternoon

Yes, we spoke, shot the shit, as you say
You think, I’m sure, because voices fill the silence
But I can see the tendrils of sound
As they weave a caress
Coaxing our essence to expand
Occupy the same space

A moment not just of friendship
Or intimacy
Or even love

Something deeper
A moment in which our beings

Touch

Intertwine

A flirtation with the insight
That two can be one

In your presence
Woven into your essence
I sense the greater truth
Of the connection
Which makes us all
The One

Beneath all the other reasons
Our conscious and unconscious tell us
The latent awareness deep within knows
This is why we gather
This is why we linger
Long after all the other reasons have passed

That awareness is The One

To live as this awareness
Is to awaken