Perched high upon a cliff
Watching the waves roll in
I am in tune with the waves
The waves come in slow and methodical
I set my breathing and thinking to them
The sounds that surround me are subtle echoes of life
The water, air and trees are in sync
I plug into them
Absorbing and offering
Part of the ebb and flow
The sun shines bright
Reflecting off of the churning water
Warming my body and soothing my soul
Seals chatter in the distance
They soak up the sun's rays and cuddle in the sand
At this time
I am at peace with the Universe
As I gaze over the sapphire blue horizon
So, after writing this and sincerely connecting with the ocean that day. I had a dream on Sunday night that the tide was extremely low. The water was a mile out from the beach. It was so surreal. I saw the rocks and haystacks that were under the water line, revealed. I had the sense of impending doom.
Last night's dream. I had a dream that I was at a different spot near the ocean. The tide was extra high. The waves were 100 feet tall and crashing over the road on the other side of the beach. It was so surreal. Again, I felt impending doom.
I have no choice but to stay with this and ride out the storm. I will face my fears and conquer them one day at a time. One dream at a time.
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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery
The trail we have blazed
is sending smoke signals
that cascade infinitely
upwards towards the unknown
and outwards towards our original home.
Walking one large illusory circle
that spirals and spins us. . .
The vertigo
The nausea
interspersed betwixt
intoxicated joy
and temporal scenes smeared into absurdity.
It's all our shit. . .
and with glee,
we smear it on the walls of the cave. . .
abstractions that almost touch pure beauty, sadly
and with hope,
we crush it in our own fingers
until its darkness squeezes out against the whiteness of our knuckles, madly
and with resilience
we pick up its pieces, again. . . again. . . again, gladly
Eager to eat this shit sandwich because its the only fucking thing on the menu. Go to nothingness and it will spit you back into this world. Go to nothingness and it will spit you back into this world.
Move towards righteousness. . . again. . . again. . . again. Yell at the sun. Stomp on the earth. . . again . . again. . again. . move towards righteousness. . . goddamned it again. . . again. . again.
We have the control. Salvation is ours to have. . . maybe not in this lifetime. . . but it will be fucking had.
May we claim our madnesses and climb this burning rope again and again until we have seared away all of our weakness.
Sounds like some powerful dreams Lotus. I know the pain can bathe you; but, stay the path, keep your eyes and ears open, take this change of season to shed your own self, shake it off, and just put one foot in front of the other. Keep looking forward. Eat the fucking world man.
I hope you find growth and greatness, if even only for a moment.
Driving along on Highway 101
With the stereo on
Resting comfortably in the spongy seat
Reach and click the cruise control on
Hugging the turns
Kissing the concrete
Somniferous lighting
As the road glows a pleasant yellow
A quick glance in the review mirror
When all of a sudden
The car slides to the left
Correcting to the right
Spun around
The nose dips down
Over the cliff
Rolling and smashing
BOOM
My head's bashed in
Unconscious for three days
Awakened by birds
As they play
Where am I?
To my dismay
Peeking out of the passenger window
Which is right side up
The car is suspended in a tree
That has grown from between the rocks
At the bottom of the cliff
Holding my head
Tasting a busted lip
I kick out the back window
And crawl out of the car
In a reflection
My face full of scars
What has happened?
Why am I here?
Where is my mate?
Trembling full of fear
...to be continued
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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery
