Motion.

[Shu]

Just grab that pen and spalsh thet wet slimy fluid mass of whiping auphoric infantile noble poetic preverted digitalized nicely double standarted perfectìnistic endless shizoid needy relaxed unfulfiled fung shui just normaly unnormaly as imposibly possible assertive harmonious special endlesly inner connected obvious ever dying and reborning spiral formless of simple neverlasting truths , in formated stifeled rigid belated masculine oversynthesized frequencies consequently one by one like good soldiers to execute another sound story of motion.. 

Edited April 21, 2018 by Shu

[Shu]

Before dawn, laying in my bed, relaxed, ealry birds, as usual arous in me thet tension from childhood... familie morning rush, forcing me in to remelting factory for politicly correct off date unusful particles for a dead jewish machine... in ukraine 90s.

Nevertheless i had gread chilhood.. i remember my self most of the time as euphoric kind child. 

My childhood is the out most zen corner of mine. Thenks for those times i have the power to  fight for the realy importent stuff in the life.

Or maybe i delusional and its never going to be the same.. the uneversal ever longing for cradle, far away from home... very far away..  29 years distance... fructure point, crisis. 

 

 

 

[i am I AM]

buddhistpage.com

 In the bigger perspective, as long as we remain in the cycle of rebirth, we cannot escape suffering at all. We need to work to liberate ourselves from suffering. The highest type of this motivation is that we also want all other living beings to become free from suffering (the Mahayana motivation of Bodhicitta). The fear of losing possessions (including ‘our’ family and loved ones) is simply a form of attachment, another delusion we all have, and which is a major reason to our ‘holding on’ to life.

and now, a quote from Buddha.

 

“From what is dear, grief is born,

from what is dear, fear is born.

For someone freed from what is dear

there is no grief

— so why fear?

From what is loved, grief is born,

from what is loved, fear is born.

For someone freed from what is loved,

there is no grief

— so why fear?

From craving, grief is born,

from craving, fear is born.

For someone freed from craving

there is no grief

— so why fear?”

[Shu]

Yes ..its like walking on the blade.. losing your poise and your back in the cycle before you know it. Unfortunatly the luxury of being out of the cycle i obtein somtimes only in my private corner.

Edited April 21, 2018 by Shu

[Shu]

Whatever i write is aoutomaticly what i choose partly consciously and unconsciously to represent my self, not thet i am a layer, but that entity thet got to put on sort of of an act to get thet vast spirit together by using a certein exprasing tools and masks which in essense ara limited and filtered boxed archytyped stereotyped to a familiar frequency. Thanks god for meditation for not letting me be possesed by the act. There fore playfulness and faith is required. Even the idea of this is long dead in the past, more over i forsaw and felt somthing much more complex, and right now i am far away from "here", and yet i take my self by the tail and force my self to put on a act for half assed messege.. there fore silence is my best messege. Buut possesed society with over exadurated survival act... well i only pray for the universe for giving me more strength and poise.

Edited April 21, 2018 by Shu

[Shu]

indecision.

fierce, fire, stream... where, what, why, what for?...for a dream? for a higher self? for the sake of it?... free, play, joy.

who am i? who are you? what is the purpose?

i am insecure, i am lost... or am i?

or maybe i relieving my past phantoms.. are they bad? good?

the gun is loaded, kaleidoscopic targets are moving, are they targets? meybe its not the right moment.

maybe it is time for a leap of faith. 

life is a mystery.

past, present, future.

Forrest of mirrors

    crossroads.

Edited July 28, 2019 by Shu