Project Lucidity

And it is so...abandon the ego. Reach not for the stars, forget all you think you know.
Flight is the path of my soul.


Are we the ones we have been waiting for?
Sleep not to dream, awake and aware that we are most definitely here.
Among who and what, remains the question.

A quatrain sets us apart. Words from a book printed on paper.
Published. Yet, we blush.
Keep it simple. No more codes.
From scroll to codex, we have defined our history.

And everything goes on and on as before. Where is the "will to power"? We repeat all we fail to put to memory.
Here comes another semiconscious moment to overwhelm you...
And again the consolation waits until morning.

Will it find you mourning, for yesterday?

It wasn't a dream...

At the moment, it seems that in the process of life, losing yourself is necessary, possibly to discover that you were never really gone in the first place.

The body, as I see, at the moment, is a fairly ingenious series of connected bones, nerves and skin. Consciousness is something else entirely.

Every atom and cell, joined for a reason. Reason, seems to be losing its hold. Perhaps, if I shall be so bold, we have no knowledge of what consciousness holds.

With a thought, great things can abound. Yet, how does reason seem clear to fit its way into this crowd? Forget that flawed mind set and sign up for what may appear to be a fantasy!

Are we not the grand creator in this supposed idea of "reality"?

As below, so above = No more excuses

Sit, breathe. Pay attention to what's happening right here and now.
Most of the stuff that is going on in our mind is not about what is happening right here and right now. Check it out sometime and see: most of the stuff that is going on in your mind is either chasing after the past or chasing after the future. Or worrying about the future and regretting or chewing over the past incessantly. And, figuring out who to blame for all our difficulties.

Rilke once said:
i beg you...to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. and the point is to live everything. live the questions now. perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer...

I'm begging you, LIVE THE DREAM! Right here and right now, no more excuses.

ebb and flow

The Sun, oh, this game you play with the clouds. Playing cat and mouse :) Thankful for the light you bring at night, as the Moon shines and basks in the glory of you and the Earth Mother.

Inspiring... the winds brush my skin. Now, where will you take my mind today and ultimately, where will I land? As the words surface..... will they ever suffice in bringing to light the direction I wish for the outward flight of my internal / external soul?

Flow, wind, flow. Brace myself... fight the urge to define my mind... keep steady. Flow, words, flow. The daily duties seem so small in comparison to the divine drive to gain clarity in this world of ever present breathing without assistance.

So, I continue to fight against the internal resistance. And, I continue to fight against this external existence.

[RESISTANCE (n) the process by which the ego keeps repressed thoughts and feelings from the conscious mind]

Woke from a dream.....

Remember me?
Longing for instead of letting go. Carrying on, not living in.
What are these bright lights that keep falling from the sky?
Perhaps we can no longer support this grave greed?
For we are fallen and there is no well here.
No wish, no coin, no value.
The wait, the weight...

Lie down in a restless slumber. "I repeat myself when under stress, I repeat myself when under stress... I repeat."

Dreams so real (surreal) when will I wake from this blackout? Just what will the void hold? Sound?

A matrix of tunnels, long streams of light bending towards memories of past, present, future.

Perhaps a waterfall? A resonant frequency of recycled sound. [If you don't know now you soon will know what this means.]

Turning, turning, got to get off this wheel ---> Go towards the center!
I touch my toes on the ground and yet I feel no ground below my feet. My head is dizzy with fear. And is there no one capable here to pull me up by the spine and free this soul from this world line of insanity?

Take my hands and steady me as I drift through this dream life of uncertainty.

Feels like a loss of innocence.
------------------------------------>Surrender to who you are.

another tricky mission for the celestial pilot

When I crossed the bridge
I knew that I'd be leaving you.
Never got the chance to feel the
Peace and harmony
Being up there would bring to me

So, I close my eyes and I throw my prized dream away because,
I knew that choice was made... before I even had a say.

Just hanging in there was never enough.
Now I wish for you... moments of being that are TRUE.

I lost my way and I found you.
The sky lit up when you walked thru.
My golden one. Me smiling at you.
I'll never forget all the wonder and awe
That we both viewed. We shared so much.
Yet the truth was set,
Before we had the chance to make a difference.

Now I just hold you tight, because I know
When I let go...
I won't have the strength to fight.

I follow where my heart takes me
I let my mind break free and I see...
Just hanging in there would never be enough... for me.

At The End Of Time

Wish upon a star. What are you left with? A cool breeze upon you now. Wanting knowledge of everything. Wasted wishes and time tick tocks along. What happens in those moments between the ticking and the tocking? You're still there. What will you do in those moments of silence?

Will you ever learn to listen to the wind that blows deep within your soul? Where will your heart take you? Is your wish to be a star? Go, be on your way. Say you are free to be. What is your wish that you will ultimately relinquish?©

It would be nice to KNOW. Yet here we cuddle within the plush moments that settle upon our souls. How free it would be to choose to just say NO! What is the difference between serving time among the wise and doing time in a penitentiary? You are always free. No matter how the seconds tick the time out. Freedom is a choice, a state of being.

The revelation is in acting out what it is you want for the future. The answer lies within. The search is never easy. I know how obvious that statement may seem. But, do you really allow yourself the freedom to act as you please. Or, isn't the case that you find yourself acting appropriate in order to ease the space between?

[edit] alternate ending paragraph is as follows:

The revelation is in acting out what it is you want for the future. The answer lies within. The search is never easy. Not only do you hold the key. You alone...designed it. Now create the music you've been waiting for. How else will you open that trap door? Freedom, requires no physical KEY! What you've locked away and buried so deep; will release at the very moment those ethereal and harmonius waves of sound finally surface... from WITHIN

Paradise - by Robert Fripp

Paradise – Paradise Lost – Paradise Regained.

Paradise is our natural condition. This is the good news.
Our condition is unnatural. This is the bad news.

Love cannot bear that even one soul be denied its place in paradise. This is even better news.
But, we cannot bear love. This is terrible news.

Paradise is always available. This is more good news.
But, we are not always available to paradise. This is more bad news.

Firstly, we are in paradise.
Secondly, we fall from paradise.
Thirdly, we recognise that we have fallen from paradise.
Fourthly, we acknowledge our fall.
Fifthly, we address the journey that is our returning to Paradise, our becoming more fully who & what we are, which enables us to bear the world of the Real.

There is more good news: help is waiting for us. Actually, help has always been with us, but we were not able to accept Help. This is a condition of the Fall.

Paradise regained, for those prepared to persist in reclaiming what is (in a proper world) a natural state, is to know Paradise as if for the first time.

And, when we find ourselves once more in Paradise, we may find Paradise itself only a beginning.-Robert Fripp

“Being aware is not being conscious. Consciousness is being aware that we are aware”(Fripp). --->Various disciplines can be bridges from awareness to consciousness, from ‘knowing about’ to ‘knowing’. Fripp's solo guitar voice is consciousness emerging from mere awareness. I get the sense that he has the ability to construct light via sound. A fantastic example of what being in discipline can do!