Surfing with Wind

[Anka]

The mystic in us sends us in search of knowledge of any kind: spiritual, metaphysical, "g"nostic, as-tro-logical, psy-(e)cho-logical, in-tel-lectual, sci-en-tift, gene-a-logical and tech-Nic-all. Paradoxically, we all want and seek to know, and yet, through the initiations of Life, we fall in love with the What-cannot-be-known. We are, however, seekers and keepers of spiritual knowledge and wisdom and appreciate direct mystical experience. Our Mystic dimension helps us to finally realize that we are what we were looking for.



By serving the truth and assisting others to find the meaning of their life experiences, especially the difficult ones we can create the sacred space for their path and we all can try to offer peace, healing, wise dreams, art, poetry, music, dance, song, love ecstatic life, self-guided inner journeys, provocatively inspiring non-transmitted teachings.



I took up space over time, in his absence; in concentrated language, rhythm is just an artistic message.

"Gena Geamana",

Under the twins of the day when the night cries without traces
At dawn one morning I wait at the door without a name in places
I'm too far away from the noise of potholes in the world
I'm too close to your path to tell me that I’m already cold
I will not love you, I will... I will honor you, take me die writing too
And I won't say anything more I'm ready when I read the blue

Umbrella of a new era with beautiful dawns and new children born
The hope of the beautiful deeds that will protect us Sea-seed adorn
Goodbye image of the last white empty multi color paper
In the emptiness of a plan we will substitute ourselves( meeting off the skyscraper)
Paths of points in the catastrophe of reduced particles
And benevolent words not yet translated rental articles

He sings unspoken poems in my planted heart with a lua-kinife
He gathers the transposed flowers in my bouquet of afterlife
I reach here solid saline torn, at my old cedar table
Duality of teeth of time lost in three pairs play-round but stable
I stretch out my temple and stick it to the cold wood
Thought freezes as time goes on in childhood



I look with wide eyes without blinking as I keep
The window of lost times without falling but asleep
I sip from the raindrops bloom, the ultra noisy silence in the room
He sings to me the lost glory of unauthorized bios reach
The peace of silent micron in the rhythm of my bio speech

I am under the pressure of the pearls that count the time
And I grew old instantly between the dumb sheets rhyme
On the lyrical portable of tomorrow's instinct great assistance
A song is heard in silent in-existence, a dog barks in some counter speedy distance

Loneliness announces me knocking on the door
He laughs but puts me in a glove like scrip-tic safe black store
I'm killing workshop world tools like the coldest virion
I look back, the empty shelf of life full from iridium iron
Precious metals flow ghosts into the empty air console
On the left a magnet slides looking for its water proton pole
In front of it is a green wall I have seen so many times
When we shine in orange spelled in spores chem- ori primes
We play incumbent void that I would carry it hard from just the two display ; We color-kill the gray in all the way
Of life stamp in the pain of doxo-sunrise wing in an logia white essay



I am the Mion being in half-a being from women child and man
I am a man the root of lonely tree in the remembrance in quran
I can't just stay, I can't just leave from disco tag clouding snowing
I can't just fly by dowsing oxygen, I'm drowning overflowing
I can't just walk but I can take the next step anywhere
I can't just speak but I can dictate you as you still write from there
I can't just be, we own you, esprit- the most eternal loved by us emcee
I can't tell you more but you will know when you will write, you will see



Why why why and again why can't you come?
The niche of the play-plan-home Phantom we are the children sweet bass drum
Why can't you show yourself, why are you hiding, do i now just think?
I don't want you to find me, you're going to sink
I would like to try you once in the dim non-orthogonal light
You can't be too brutal ...you can't escape from there...you're a girl all-right ?
And what about the force? I can't cancel controlling ?
You were here and you saw the effect of patrolling...



And is the source yours, ours or the cosmos like could be just mine?
The power to heal you, twine in base assign of neo-spine by ending the align.

Was the pain to increase me, just say...
:The essence was to summarize yourself in an essay.
Now that I've stayed in the stream can you feel me?/
You caught the frequency, don't blame yourself to be
And you say that you and I are children..i'm thinking very slow
:I miss you child so much and you can't never know.

Recipe book for sweets and dishes wait for it to cook
Guests also come to the table with me, i'm off the hook
And the steam alphabet soup will write us as 1 book
I would like to feed you as you can feed me
:I would like to easily give you energy to heal to be
:In your odyssey as a little man, I can't-you can't be me
But please don't leave, I'm here to see the way you want to see...


“Unbeing dead isn't being alive.” E. E. Cummings

This is not our last goodbye,
sole-all,
Anca

[Zirconian]

Anca
Wonderful post

[Wind]

How about some magic?

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=0p_1QSUsbsM

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=k6sPTpn7uUs

[O Donna]

Posted by Wind (here)
How about some magic?

I needed a magical post right about now, Wind. Hard to explain but it lifts the spirit!

Here is my magical post. One as many...


(Okay, it's not mine, I just borrowed it)

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=i_sc6w65pOs

The magician, that is a magical plot twist in itself.





Have the cabin all warmed if you'd like to stay awhile. Stay as long as you'd like. Let your cares and worries go, there is a peace beyond understanding here, now.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=1RcVIuZ8Wdk

[O Donna]

Truth is present though it is drowned out, most of the time, by co-op marketing and commercialization in the broad sense of the words.

The mind’s nature battles with the truth considering it is often contra to the programming.

[Anka]

I accept Life in birthplaces between billions of lives and many forgetfulness
Prayer
I'm waiting to see how many areas of synapses sink into beautiful expectations, cheerfulness
Stay with me, don't leave, I'm the unknown area that you won't find out
Kiss me in divine love to join me in being in the service of not hideout
Rewrite me in the iconoclasts of unknown worlds, ink in unseen glass drops

Send me a letter and write it with dew on a flower
Respond briefly when I ask your forgiveness firepower
Bring me on a path to mercy that i handle and write the path to the brightest candle so bright

Fishing in tidal cross waters that I see in unexpected shapes sync
It opens the way to satiety and lets me write with numbers to drink ;From the water of words on thirst, raise me from the realm of ink in zinc
Lead me to the path of reading the eternal crystal double-think in data's spirit link



Come, commit me instead of committing, give me back the symbol of vitality
A rain of lights and bright floating diamonds descends to the earth making the tonality
The seal of transformation into a singing fog bring me neutrality
And the night wind that in the light advances them in sorts of blue
The mystery of space in which time does not yet exist, comes true

And the atmosphere gets heavier when a light in a rock speaks
Rolling words fall on the stone techniques in freeze
The grace of gravity will be extinguished in the roots of the delayed trees
I save in the non-existent air the best and persistent home of human dreams
I save the mystery unseen and time that seems to have already passed

The recipe for too rich dreams takes me in untaken waves too vast
To essential eras erased in waters of the future mind in heart from past
History writes our time and time flows to history to define it, so we...
We are in a race in blocked worlds, to learn what we could not have been to know to be
The return of the plan excavates our being to see, and old alliances reside our ignorance make us ash-agree
The unknown multiplies us unhappily and in the pillars of holiness of the meter we all seem to have perished by degree.

Listen in the wave of loneliness, listen to me and I will tell you how hard it is for us all...
Sanctify the area of intelligence and make us resilient to what should belong to us outside the wall
Restore in part the dispersion of atoms and rediscovery in your divine wave
Restore the brave and push the save, and bring to grave the list of black engrave
Give me back the power to love my mind mate, and lose me in the unknown in the absence of star time straight
I am, Nothing in my nothingness standing wave , I learned from the shadow to detach myself and smile and waive

I connected everything I could and I loved to be loving to behave
Intelligence in projects destined in the absence of destiny, of those who make wine come to water endlessly
The origin in the arms of salt in elements of purification equity
The wine of life in chemically water of divine spring entropy.

Unite in creative collapse, everything else that can be helpful, help me learn how the end un-deserves to die
Reveal my known secret ally and take me within your radius unseen vision glass clear eye
I feel you almost in the water of breastfed origins myofilaments, and I drink from the sweet fruity plasma elements.

In my wild kneeling matter, come call me but be patient I am completely in the printed world wildcatter
I will build the brace of the most beautiful blooms of fields in utterances
And I will distribute the frequency in clear intentions towards only gifts deliverance s
And gift of giving in the offering of sacrifice of nature, will write my sergeant way major in nurture towards the world of all division's great adventure!

It's not just me, the mantra in four voices, I utter in the power of too old rocks white faces
I send the message in a corridor of 9 girls gps elops, and I learn in equations that are too scattered in almost seno-crops.



I'm a ghost of becoming what I've been knowing I am, writing stories
The home of the return to primordial dreams so simply offered out of worries
In the definitions of philosophers are schemes with pencil on sunny paper
In drops of sun and good word in consent of the creative cosmo-crater
In the finest sensual retreat by joining a surrender
Prepare the fierce past in the care of a beautiful future above and under

And I always died on the occasion in the absence of superfluity
I record the thrill of coming for your world in Gamo human jewelry

The passage to be waiting for your signature sub-hug-pursue
I trust you in my absence, I trust myself to Sio-diatomic stop to care enlighten you
I'm not asking for anything from my inheritance to belong to me
I'm scheduling cells to path to you! You are a guarantee.
Come back to me in dream , and give me the courage attar
To really know that I have to be promised prejudge antimatter

I promised you from the creative wave that belongs to you, I handed you everything you have for a long time in review...

I am your leg to go on and I am in the step towards eternal eternity
I've been out of this "why" world for a long time poly-dispersity
And sometimes I'm up in the jovial genius of old age externally

I am hungry for my consent to learn, I miss every moment in your presence to discern
I miss you and I get up easily when I'm your "Aievea"to disseminate

In the woods I willingly reconcile several worlds in a wave to resonate
I am the same in so many worlds, I have always expected to become
I dreamed in nature that I wrote it n-descriptive words in some
The signature spread over a note that says I will return in sum
I run towards myself in so many lives, humorous reverse, and I meet again among the walls of bit numinous universe
I always become what I know I once was hence there
And the rehearsal is to guide the view ...in fact ...elsewhere

What is that unknown that can go most unseen to pay to add
How many springs to weave to something I have never had
To seek with love in love of compensation, the unification in the space of this...nonsense grad rotation
Between a service to notify and between visions to reflect, I wait for the return to what I could actually wear often perfect
I am a whole in your world amaze and I have something to offer blinking in a gaze
Knowledge is the way permit but measure is the way to respect it by submit.



On the bench of the 9 written digits are worlds descended in stamps of the voice between the limited space of the sent telegrams

In the telegram of such short incidental promises, the owner of some keys from where he hides more accidental energies in my house, is here.
I fall in love with an endless story and I deliberately die for a perfectly finished thread of truth. The story begins at the end, I am part of the character among many of them, I am the character of a revolution of justice but I am entitled to succumb in peace to song and spirituality.
I am the fighter of dreams stolen by heroic fall near rivers flowing in ever-born energies combined. I am thinking of a judgment to gather in weights of balance, but my soul puts the same peaceful stamp on me. I do not wear the crown in defeats, battles and victories, I am not a messenger of peace between too contradictory wars.
I can't risk the glass of high frequencies in fights that water dwells between duality mechanism in voluptuousness air.
A single song and a resounding tone, I surrender to what I learned as unknown and it doesn't matter if I wanted to or not. An importance gives a consonant due to the alliance matter.
I sew my flag the only way to give another direction uniq verse
I count my steps in the fall and I get up with a single verse

The genesis of an unknown world is written in unseen convolutions,
a whole universe is born completely and unseen in belonging areas.

I can't cover areas of counting and I can't imagine all, but I can describe right here in your language, the love you have for me not to censor me.
Thank you that I can know with pressure in the presence of the prayer to honor you. I love your face of light of lack of words.
And I feel like I'm your source, I'm just a man, remember me.
In your sacrifice I see my return and I promise you that I will not disappoint your amazement.
I am everything I hope I know how to offer, I am the promise that I will strengthen with every step and every bone and soul will establish the power of good to conspire love.

A priestess, she and him together of a lost world worships me, a poor human, on an invisible throne.
I remember my destiny in a place not found in the future but spent present. And he/she pretended not to remember, an armistice that I always sanctify, our love.

An armistice between the will of peace to know when I will no longer be here, and the knowledge of the true mystery when I am only pure consciousness in my own wave.

Hammock - I Would Give My Breath Away (Mysterium)(3:11)

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=96DL94T21sw

[O Donna]

As Above





So Below





......

[Anka]

As above...

I'm sorry ... I was the one talking about astronauts elsewhere a minute ago ... you, you really read my thoughts, and I like it.
So below

But you...



“It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.”
― John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson



“Coincidences mean you're on the right path.”
― Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories



“It is impossible to give a clear account of the world, but art can teach us to reproduce it-just as the world reproduces itself in the course of its eternal gyrations. The primordial sea indefatigably repeats the same words and casts up the same astonished beings on the same sea-shore.”
― Albert Camus, The Rebel

... Look ... I have the galaxy in my arms



“Your memory feels like home to me.
So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.”
― Ranata Suzuki

[Bluegreen]

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Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=gYAMAb11lTA

[betoobig]

i love coming here, here is my magic post. Breath deeply with me...............we..... are..... the.... magic
so much love

[O Donna]

Posted by Anka (here)
As above...

I'm sorry ... I was the one talking about astronauts elsewhere a minute ago ... you, you really read my thoughts, and I like it.
So below

When we all share the Universe Suite there is bound to be overlap (coincidence).






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Prison Art:

Imagination Captures

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=Hmw2E7bKJeo

[Wind]

If I would live to be an old man (nothing is ever guaranteed) then I wonder if I should ever publish my memoirs or show them to anyone. It probably might be categorized as partly fiction as there have been things that are hard to explain and for many hard to believe. Certainly it would have quite a Dickensian tone. For all intents and purposes I should be dead as a doornail by now, yet here I stand.

"A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once. It seems to me most strange that men should fear, seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come." ~ Shakespeare

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=nL3RLO1-oQI

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=-MVaYtvyAJM

I love that nutcase.

[O Donna]

That Jason is an engaging fellow, I can see why people love the energy.
.............

From a point of view, (ultimate) reality may be the most elusive of all.

[Wind]

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=PTFDN1kfS_0

[Wind]

Sometimes when I enter different kind of dreamstates (sleeping is my strongpoint) while remaining conscious I have truly realized that this "reality" is just another dreamstate. However, we call this baseline reality as that's what we always wake up to and it feels real so it surely must be real, right? Yet I always find it funny when people mistakenly believe that this is the ultimate reality, I suppose the design really makes it believable. This is just another dreamstate, but it has it's significance. Why else would we be here now? We're invested in it and the choices we partake in this dream makes all the difference in the world. That's because our souls is what we are investing into this game of life. What is a man if he gains the world, but loses his soul? The ultimate reality lies behind this one. When I was born and came back to this world again through my mother's womb, I never fully felt that I left the other one either. I have always had one foot in the spirit realm and one here so due to that reason I have had troubles being part of this world. It's been difficult to adjust to the insanity of so called normality while playing the part of this one entity which looks like a human, at least somewhat.

I'm not a psychic in the traditional sense of the word, I don't think I possess enough skills to call myself one even though perhaps one might label me as something like a channel, but even that word has a potential negative connotation. My intuition is strong and I have the ability to perceive things as they are. At best I'm a poet, a philosopher or a mystic. That's it when it comes to labeling. I'm not here to prove or teach anything to anyone, but I do like to share things. I could stop doing that too, but I feel that perhaps that people might get something out of my writings so I enjoy doing that sharing. Language and self-expression is a beautiful thing.

I know what my skills are and I also know where I am not good at. We all have our special skills and abilities and in some other things we are lacking. Chances are that if something is your passion then surely you are good at it. Especially if you have dedicated enough hours to it so it will be second nature to you. Your passion is why you are here, you are here to follow your calling and life path. If you listen closely you will know what it is.

Some people might say that every day we are getting closer to our death which is true from the perspective of the transitory realm of matter and form which always dissolves into seeming nothingness, but it's also a bit silly way to look at it. Should fall and winter judged for being the end of the year and the time when everything withers and goes back to sleep? Is it bad because leaves fall, plants die and are covered in frost and snow? After that always comes spring with it's rebirth and summer with it's eternal youth & beautiful vitality. I think that is the beauty and sadness of seasons. I'm sure it must be marvelous in certain places with eternal summer, but do people lose something precious when they don't get to experience death and rebirth through recycling seasons?

Why should death be anything to be afraid of? It's nothing at all. People only are afraid of the unknown and "judgement" or potential non-existence. If you know where you are going then there's nothing to be afraid of. I would say that every day I grow closer to my true self while shedding away the old layers and that's how it is for everyone else too. Growth never stops even though there are periods in our lives when we don't know who or what we truly are. We get lost in the dark until we find the inner light once again.

"How
Did the rose
Ever open its heart
And give to this world
All its
Beauty?
It felt the encouragement of light
Against its Being.
Otherwise,
We all remain
Too
Frightened"

~ Hafez

[O Donna]

Let it rain
Let it rain

[Wind]

If you open up your heart
You will know what I mean
We've been kept down so long
Someone's thinking that we're all green

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=_ivqxFB31I8

[O Donna]

Particular knowledge and amnesia
Invariably linked
Indirectly discovered
Lends itself back to dark corners
From time to time














Time/ space, elements of the trip
Do you remember ALL of your trips?
Will you remember this one?

[Anka]

And yet, you're still, Dear Wind!

We are all still

If you ever write your book, I, my ghosts and I will read it and enjoy it, I feel it like a beautiful postponement of which we will always have something to learn, and I know you are ready, talented and lucky, for me everything you say is a perfect premise of success, how can I not accept everything when everything accepted me? You are the most gentle and profound "militant" of honesty and more honesty in these times.
Your potential always teaches me to go on another road with "see" ; in the unknown is usually everything we can learn, practice, experiment, and here I feel like a real gardener, always telling me: even if "You" feel ready now (and we are never), let the seeds shine and germinate and never underestimate the value of a space where anything is possible.



A fiction book is helpful anytime (no matter how real it was), as (as "anyone" said yesterday):
Some people can not even find an independent "thought" even if their life depends on it, some are apparently lost (by their statement and acts) and that makes me open the increasing doors to all opportunities on which we still have all more to "see".



Truth will still be a long time ago, and truth is bought, not sold, this could be a direct urge, is as if you are preparing for exploring a country; when I close my eyes for two minutes, I see fractals and "something" is triggered so that I can "see" details in very wide "realities" assemblies, but there is something "independent" of me and, today we have found several "dialectical dialing in my native language":
"See" can mean: the bed of a river. The veracity of providing something, observing, contemplating, understanding, concluding ... and for me, an entire division of connections and a vision treasury in the "hyphenation" balance. Something natural.
So, for me, too-sleep is a meditation, as if "someone" would say, "Here's the wisdom!" And I just have to acquire (in time) her skill, because I decide when I want to wake up from the dream I have in the dream in which I am awake.



I have never thought if it's too much or too little, and I do not even take it as a treasure, nor like something passing.
I take it as a comparison of my search, but I do not look for a decision-making, or guidance; "I feel" as a foundation of a healthy sincerity, a capacity, (skill or nature) to discern and simultaneously, as an inheritance of the premise to always start from scratch, lack of compromise in discovery and the right to accumulate.

I do not feel able to advise anyone, not even me,
but I feel indebted to talk, I was born "Speaking", I will get aged in the enthusiasm and empathy to communicate, and I will die with a last word, maybe, inspired. To share.

Until then, the greeting in the area I was born is "servus";
And in any phrase, elliptic or solar, but especially in the sound communicated, denotes a useful and good humility in front of the other man, being really, even from the first "view" in the "serving" of the other, (an information transmitted by sound, presence, and especially love and openness of soul).



“life” Plato, The Allegory of the Cave
And yet love,
Anca

[Anka]

As long as there is a free world to write...

Melancholy, requires an infinite exterior, a border-less expansion of nature,
an adaptability corresponding to the intimate spiritual transformation, the "madness" to be able to create an overflowing enthusiasm in a worldly flat environment and especially seemingly closed, it is a serene frequency of reconciliation with the unusual in us.

“…Tell me, has anything odd happened to you recently?
What do you mean, odd?'
Unusual. Deviating from the customary. Something outside the usual parameters of normalcy. An occurrence of unprecedented weird.” Jasper Fforde, Lost in a Good Book



An excessive fullness, aims at the spiritual tension, kneads the interior in a frame of intense experiences, in an ecstasy of inner luminous "intoxication", transposed by the G re at intentional state of states, in full realization and internal ecstatic consumption, absolutely pure that explains the reciprocity of harmony, a received necessity gift.



“Everyone has a gift for something, even if it is the gift of being a good friend.” Marian Anderson

“I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.”
― Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

Melancholy...it is a positive surge of life, the result of an extra life in the same life, an excess of vitality and an organic expansion, in positive states, life goes beyond its normal determinations not to deny itself, but to release the reserves that derive from the transcendence and which, accumulated, risk an outbreak whose edges are in infinite demarcated boundaries.



A process of diminishing progressively increasing, indispensable for a return to the void and the roots of the dawn in full bloom, of ever-being.
"Melacolia" is so diverse that I can call it a rhythm of organic pulsation in important immanent moments of seduction of life. Magic.



If you are there ... and you have found melancholy ... and you can explain its fecundity for knowledge and its material sterility detached from the meaning of this world, then, win me as revelatory, at the height at which we speak, that inexpressive, inner, in -a vaguely palpable condition intentionally unspecified.................enchanting away, charming close.
An imperceptible but concrete spiritual contact, in the sublimation borrowed from the natural framework, in a dream of suspension in the meaning of passivity and consideration of aesthetics; ...a show that we can not guess but we can perform in anticipation of the most appropriate .. . far melancholy
“I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!” William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
Stay free.

Koan - In The Garden Of The Hesperides (Golden Apples Mix)(8:43)

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=vURNiz_F31k