Moi, Lost In Time

I have sat here before, the feeling of what is has already been. “The light shining exactly and the mess of the desk like it was“, as if this had been before. The feeling of being lost in time and space where all things are just memories and nothing is solid. Elusive, as in dreaming and reality is lost. Within some altered world not your accustomed solid foundation. This has me thinking of everything and almost believing nothing of what I thought I knew. The lost’ness of time seems so captivating to the mind. I begin to think grand thoughts as if I had questioned every answer back to a question and nothing makes sense if you really dig deep. Somewhere down that rabbit hole you realize that there is no end, no bottom. It appears to be this black hole that extends deeper within the more you seek. The thought of this lost space and time would be blamed on polarity or duality but I have come to examine what makes energy if all there is ‘is just that’. Where is the beginning why does it never end and maybe I should just focus on the occurrences rather than logic explanations. But what happens exactly at the point when you begin to feel that your life has already been played, I mean not your complete life but certain moments. Why those moments and not the other what does this mean.? I wreck my mind with these thoughts, not in away to where it brings stress but in a sense that my mind is blooming like a flower, the blossoming of originality. I realize my purpose beyond description and I am safe and satisfied in that.. It makes me feel important on such a grand scale, that my life and existence is intensified too the point of No beginning. This makes me feel closer to what some call God, regardless the visual concept or understanding we as humans take God to be or weather believe in no God.  That (god) word is just a word it is the energy and Creation which is the Divine whole.  Therefore we can all agree that our lives are beautiful and purposeful beyond description. This all started like it happened already.

By Ahyah,Image

The Art Of Nothingness

main_trees_0403Now the constant chattering of the mind is lost of contentment. The desire to want something so anxiously, beauty, love, wealth, adventure, companionship, friendships, loyalty, truth, and all life’s finest experiences is where bliss resides. Way down under your rib cage beneath layers of your inner ambitions the journey down that road seems a bit long. Languishing bright eyed to reach these euphoric spaces of peace to dwell In all that is desired with in the self. To bring to fruition everything that you want. Hungry to taste that of what is pleasing to your deepest thoughts and sub conscious self. Like a damsel in distress searching through your reality to encounter a savory taste of what you imagine your *Something * to be. The motive is self fulfillment, you can’t be content believing in all the minusculties of the world. Less is more, they want you to believe, less just feels like *has nots* and *don’t haves*. I want it all, you think in your head, picturing your child self yelling it loudly with arms folded, and puckered bottom lip. You’re a brat, with your idea of your *Something* the luxuries of what you think will bring joy. I want to experience it all now ‘RIGHT NOW’ . Your theorization that paints these colossal visions, placing beautiful constructed mental furniture through out your inner mind is vibrating. You have become filled with your truth so much it becomes your philosophy to live. You have realized the potential of your desire, the point of creation and manifestation is within your inner mind. It fills the self so much so that you have reached the point of your *Something*. You have believed so deeply and truly in your own ideals and truths, not swaying from your mental imagery of desire. You have replaced your outside furniture with what has resonated from the depths of the mind and that *Something* beauty, love, wealth, adventure, companionship, friendships, loyalty, and truth has found its way to your reality with all life’s finest experiences right where bliss resides. This started with a blank canvas to create a personal desire, truth, and fulfillment. Never mind the Worlds view this is ‘The Art of Nothingness‘.

By Moi,