I see you The longer I look The more I see Until you are seen The things about you Are on the surface No need to hide them Let them be free If I can see Then you can know That who you are is who you're meant to be for who you are right here right now is all there is so let it see that if you see yourself as real regardless of what you have hidden there is nothing to hide that we all don't do and once you let the barrier down reveal yourself for all to see something else is seen that was hidden before no longer a thought but the dream
I have lived within the dream so long It knows all i have to hide This place....this time.... Constructs None of it is even here i have stood fast as the walls fall away I have seen into the darkness behind the false front of mans petty world Looked beyond the distractions of a world gone mad Anyone can see the surface..... Few have the spirit to swim the depths
I have always felt you were a good swimmer. When you have dived deep enough, you don't always need to come up for air. Yet when you do, what you breathe is not the same air you used to.
while we search the depths the world above continues to turn without us we can never resurface in the same world we left... even moments below bring us back to a whole new place within the universe the deeper one goes the greater the pressure the tighter one is held you dont need air in all the places we can touch yet no matter the comfort of this deep dark world where everything is alive in ways beyond physical from time to time we must resurface return into this place where the atmosphere is so thin where everything is separate where even the air we breath keeps us separate yet even here ....in that same thin air that holds us at bay we can for moments feel the pressure of the depths
try to define the moment before you can..... it has already slipped away stand and try to define what has passed... and more will continue to pass you by what is it about...? depends on when you ask.... what did you get out of it? often when i try and describe what i think or feel about a time or place in my life to another person...it will come out like this.... Like the moon, dragging in and driving out the tide, this life pushes and pulls me where ever I am meant to go....Im just along for the ride... Sometimes the rain she brings me a comfort that nothing elts can...she alone truly knows my pain.. I sit and watch the sky and pray to feel just one drop.... It hasnt rained in some time and I feel it in my soul.... Something is missing, its all so dry... The stones in the creek bed are dying of thirst... There are clouds now in the distance. I feel them drawing near... They call to me in my dreams... Oh to see them fill the sky... To feel them soak the earth... I can taste the water in the air... Please let it rain! So tell me.....anyone have any idea what im really saying here? or is this just a nice way of keeping shit to myself....wile making it look as if I am revealing something to someone...who likely will never get what I really meant anyway....
A profoundly poetic way of saying something without saying it, but doing it in a way that is still understood. You're revealing something in a way that not everyone will understand, except those who are able to understand it. Not many will understand it because you are not talking to them, even though you are talking to everyone. But some will understand it, for they can hear what it is that you say. Even though you speak in a language few easily understand. For the feeling shines out, so the words that accompany it, only ever accompany it. So in revealing what you're saying, without saying what you're revealing, what you're revealing is revealed anyway. The thing is: The plainer the speech, the more people understand, and the more people who understand, the more people think they know what you mean. The more people who think they know what you mean, the more you'd have to explain yourself when what they think you mean is not what you mean, and so, by speaking like this, you eliminate these issues, while still communicating in a way that communicates to those you are communicating to.
To be a poet is a condition...not a profession-Frost Language...a great gift... Yet a hindrance as well It teaches us to define the world round US in a way that is limited by these words and their definitions Some feelings are beyond the capabilities of our language to describe... so we paint a picture with our words and let the listener/reader fill in the blanks... To place strict definitions /labels on such things is futile as each definition falls short.... labels out of date before properly in place To refuse to see the world as we are told to see it can at times be a lonely place To live outside accepted boundarys to color outside the lines We can either take the path we are led down and continue to believe in the definition of life we are force fed... Or simply step off the trail and make our own way step out of line speak out of turn See it how it is to you...not how you are told to see it "A language few understand" In a world few ever see
One must disregard the idea of speaking to someone Do not describe so they may see what you see This taints the vision Simply describe what you see...feel.. And they will see what they see If they never look past the surface... The surface is all they see Language often ignores the layers of each moment Disregards the eb and flow of meaning It fools the fools into thinking they know
I love this. There are those that no longer believe in the forced definition of life. Who step out of line. Who speak out of turn. Who can't help but see it how it is. No matter what they're told, they no longer believe it. But when they step out of line or speak out of turn, unless they do so properly, the old definitions automatically try to correct, and the matrix notices the glitch. Making the transition between this life and the next is not easy, as the letting go of the old must be completed before the new can fully take its place. Even though many are doing just this, and some are further along than others, the pull of the old is strong, especially when you live amongst those for whom the old is still very real.
Revealing what is seen rather than revealing what others might see, makes all the difference. Revealing yourself through someone else's eyes, never sees you in any way other than through your own. Turning what is seen into what might be seen, only works as long as the correct idea about how they will see it is imagined. But as this is only imagined, it can never be as real as just revealing what is seen and letting them decide for themselves what they've seen.
Yet what is this "proper" Just another synthetic limitation The old will always be real for many They are stuck there holding on for all they are worth Afraid of the fall so they cling to decaying memories of times and ways long outdated To make a change....one must want to change more than they want to remain the same
Yet real changes still take time, because wanting change needs to be accompanied by the intention to actually realise it, and the readiness to accept it when you do, otherwise only so much changing can take place.
Things do still change alittle at a time .... our lack of effort cannot stop the wheels of change To go with the flow and allow the universe to take you along its course Is not at all the same as being led by others
I see you in the present I see you over there I see you when you talk to me I see you from my chair I see you when you know yourself I see you when you don’t I see you when I see you I see you when I won’t what is it I am seeing What is it that is seen That others also see it What is it that I mean What is it that is free To always be the same Yet different as is needed Depending on the game What is it that I see That is yours as well as mine What is it that appears right now Been looking a long time For what has been is not the same As what is almost here And all the while the life goes on As it is very near Still looks the same from outside view As covers always seem But life inside Is free to fly And ready to be seen That all is always changing Nothing is as was Nothing needs to be as yet Tomorrow never does The words are flowing out slightly longer than they might The what to do about it Is leave it as it’s right. p.s Even though it’s always moving what is there is always now To set it free you leave it be Then see it and know how