in the darkness of nothingness, light the way of all, return to the source, look into the void, invert blue waves of light, create the essence of all speed the flow of energy, here it is, nameless, timeless, the speed of light, float beyond fear, float beyond desire, into this mistery of misteries, through this gate of all wonder, open naked eye drift within on a thread of sound, light, radiant, pulsing, endlesness, vibration, wave, eternal consciousness, scattered centeral web of all feeling, you are a light, you are a sound, drift within, this is your body, can you flow with fireblood through each tissued corridor, float beyond life and death, & throb to the pulse of life,
I would like to think that I do. I love my boyfriend more than I can say. I wish I knew unconditional love better, though, if that is what you are asking. Peace and love
i was asking out of self interest at the time. unconditional love, ;-) seems to me self love comes first, emerson, thoreau, whitman type thought, philosophical shit that's touches the deepest depth of you, past imagination, past analitical thought, past normal consciousness, psychedelic type shit. LSD, created early 19 hundreds, becomes available to the public in the late fifties and the spirit's seen in the mid sixties. if you're looking to get turned onto a book about delics and love, time leary's "The Delicious Grace of Moving One's Hand" is a trip in it's self. have you even been able to get off from the movement of his fingures along your body? amazing shit, i've never met anyone really high who wanted to be with me but i hope the day comes at some point. taoism's also really high philo shit, cid pretty much makes philosophic people realize the tao, well i think so at least, it's like a more evolved consciousness to me, impossible for "a" mind to comprehend "b" mind if it's never seen from it's eyes before. ;-) peace lady, alex
Interesting poem, I like the way the atmosphere is created, the description of emotions is very poetic.
bits of it are from leary, he had a special vission of reality. streaming on red tunnels of imagination, your body throbs to the pulse of collective human emotion fear overwelms, color awakens, extentions into subconscious realm, all stone turns to life, and you become an ocean wave of truth flight exists by perception and vibration is never the same again decoded, wispered, vocally accute you see through human eyes into childhood, into the begining of human existance, you see your karma made manifest you are a language, you are an artist, you are a message you have never existed in the past because if it, language, meaning, understanding, compassion, beauty, stillness, ram, &, tao
