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Indubitable Paradox

Thursday April 26, 2007

I Get It_Don't Worry_Be Happy

I am alive. My life is on fire with a passion for existence. What is that?

My faith in my passion for life. What is that? I am alive.

I am happy with me, because I have come home to the life within.

It is not a dream. It is real and it is hopeful and passionate and true.

How do I show how that works as a reason to be hopeful?

It is incredible to think that positive thought works.

It causes the brain to track purpose over intent.

Purpose is God's, Intent is mine. Together we find Love.

I can't fool myself into thinking weakness anymore.

My purpose is my faith in me .

I believe in the first form, that I am, and that I have real purpose and a dream.

My purpose and intent is to love God and all that God provides.

God knows what is best. I am learning to observe and listen and believe.

I am learning to love the way of God's love.

God has entrusted me with the knowledge to fix myself.

I will make my part work as it was meant to.

That is my purpose and my dream.

My purpose is to love my neighbor as myself.

All ancillary messages to that effect are also first cause and true.

I will honor the word of God with true faith.

I will learn the ways of the world's knowledge of God's love.

I come from the life of experience.

I have known the heights and the depths.

My aim has not always been true.

I have always intended for the best outcome,

but sometimes I have been too personalized.

Had too much resting on the end.

What remained was an in-balance, an un-balanced outcome.

Would that I find understanding and determination to be true to every partner and

purpose therein., asTruth is the only bond

Any engineered out come of cross purposes., stops and starts and endings that never end_

Is herein, no longer acceptable.

It is no longer acceptable to lie within and deceive without.

The tools of understanding are a great enterprise.

Would that I be able to find the way home to this life within.

Learning to live within this man_ a life of higher purpose than my own.

I am not yet being the whole of what I explain.

It is the constant breath of life_ that breathes my sight.

I am working at fixing the carriage of my life.

To explain: I have to believe, to begin.

I have a plan.

Begin.

Peace

Love

Hope

Grace

Today

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Tuesday April 24, 2007

Sombrero Sunrise

there is a town in the back of my mind,
and from there __ I will begin.

There is a town...I got that.
Something... and something.

This way is the only way_South of the Border.
Outlined by configurations of stars,
the ships post their notices.
Arrival time has been here__once again.

States of mind__Convolution recurrence_Isolate_
The sublime undertow of truth and friction
Made up now and held up to be seen at some distance.
Take time__Realize the dreams of night's sleep.

No idea where or why any of this exists, even
here in the privacy of my cardboard room.
Relaxation on the part of our parameter's host.
Likely there will not be much heat__
from this amount of light.

Nature has it's own voices.
It's own invigorating reasons__that what is here
has a right to exercise.
Creating tonal masculine and feminine energies...
concluding nothing__keeping alive___first rights.

Keeping it straight. Parallel persuasions__
Circling the wagons of the light.
Fired embers of many nights__
Firing up
Dying out
What's outside tonight?

Into the fifth dimension __second sight...maybe third
Conclusion beyond availible refutable evidence.
Beyond the planes and regions and lines of actual sleep
A daylight enterprise done by the night shift.

There is a part here, which I cannot command to not exist.
The question of death and the soul.
About my perspective_ my actual written annoyance__with myself over what was then (a never to be read expliction of sorts about life and death issues).

I choose life, though death is a part of the process.
I understand.
Why be annoyed by ignorance.
I wish I could know the things that are __I am
Non-plussed by the manner of the noxious mind.

Came__ sleep again. Breath taken_
Ahead_
Expirations for heaven's sake__
And not a sombrero in sight.
Too much attitude and no resonating equinimity
in this written voice.

What is to be heard in such a green-eyed exercise?
Say what's that noise? Listen...
That is how it is.
To receive from what is really real.
Thus it has always been.
I'm listening still.

At the edge_fright screams darkly.
Why?__What if otherwise opens the Gate of Light.
Initially, there was a certain feeling__ Masked?
It' s true, but of no difference now.
I have returned again and again to this place.

Enough! ....My sleep is important...to rest.
Enough of veneer...stirring the lines...dissolve.
Lights out on the overboard thoughts
I am what I am : without these__

Likely I will strike a vein eventually
and then bleed ink all over the page.
Planning to return as Me.
Not another unsorted mass of history and histrionics.

Calm now, I believe in the inevitable course of adjustment__
Animosity__Ill will to the negative side.
I can handle myself_ I'll make mistakes.
The positive energies remain. Strength is_

Juxtaposed with that wary armor_certain flair and alarm
conceive shadows brightly seen.
Misplaced certainty__Personality__provisioned
Unclothed and redressed__by this circumstance
I seeth at any quest to censure__
As in restrained innuendo__directed to deceive.

Insoluble details clutter past recompense.
Disturbed, restless memories returned __passed reception.
Broken lines woven from memories chosen.
Brought home for safety in uncertain times.
Questionable strategies? All Alarum__
Don't quit.

That is how it is.
To receive from what is really real.
Thus it has always been.
Faith in the enterprise of being.
Just to keep it real.

Truth visioned
Actuality, as well conceived and certain
as forests in the Light.
Silence to be seen.
Visions to be heard.

Peaceful history to be remembered
without fear's reprise.
Past all understanding__ life is tough.
There will be recurrences of fright
Everyday in the light of love .
Be strong, easy and bold.
Hold to the Truth of Love.

In this I do not deceive__
Come back into what seems unresolved__
Perceive the web and scales
screaming over everything.
Still__The Light driven Universe of Truth remains.
Not in vain__but seeing always our peaceful state.

Parallel beyond all shock and control.
Always coming forward.
Nature'sDestined and ever emboldened Reprise.
Love Always, For ever and always. Love again.

Later, that day__back then
when I wrote this in the middle of the night.
Typing it here__for the second time.
I lost it on submit --Saturday night.

Awakening__again. It is morning.
What was that?
Was that the nature of what might have been?
Recovery of something__that is already spent.
I see a way, but no view of how to be that.

It is the recovery of what? I am not certain.
At least I was not then.
Certainly the myth of the known
is the unknown quality of the gift.
Tomorrow is our gift of yesterday's dreams.
Yesterday is longing to be again.
We are real, when we love all that is Now here.

So love and I have cast our final note
and word of this night. We are done.
This was my re_enterprise of another night
That was then__all I had__ and I was Lost.

The sublime light has been you, for I am
only what I perceive from your
message of constant love.
We each exist. Beacons in the night.

Touchstones of elegant equations.
The dispensation is pre-figured, exactly as it plays.
To see correctly__one must see actual truth
In it's evolutionary state.
Existing exactly as it is.
Love is
Real.

Beautiful
I am awake now.

TR__1988(2007)

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Sunday April 22, 2007

REFLECTOR FLYING FAST LEAVING SOMEWHERE NEAR

Somehow or other, I must be brought to an understanding.
Why did I choose now to begin this course?

I see I have been surprised again.
The natural setting of what it is like , When ?

What is happening is enough__to make you wonder, If ?
This can't be happening, but it is.
I'm not sad__That it is.

I'll enjoy my life for what it is__ Not.
....For what I don't understand.

That's all of it__ Again__
I've done what never seems true.

The rest has already been sent, drawn up.
The display of the parts and the script
are already there.

The last_torn up version, was never _Real.
OhGod!_ This makes me_ sad.

The disturbed version of the vision
of a man, who felt , he was mad.

Truly undeserving of any reprise__
He has been shown another way_
into LIFE.
Of another man__
Who left before his Time.

Happening is his__
This time.
In life __Is
Joy.

TR_1979_

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Thursday April 12, 2007

Yowa, Yowa__ Who's Got the Power?_The Great__I Am.

Yowa, Yowa__, Who's Got the Power?

Editorially speaking: Going through this a second time_
A day after the maw ate my machine.
Transmit /submit lost. Ethers refused__
The Trust. Rust is resolving Art____ Maybe?

Grandmother's soup is the best; or else
I believe I am not_not.
Tortured prose suffusing the tart heart.
My love is not broken. I lied.
My editor, My second brain, my conscience,behind the works.
The way I breathe and Speak. My light upon the page.
Conceives of me as 'Clear'__Saran Rap__'clear'

Take my word__Lies as truth works, as well as Truth as Lies-
I'm not buying broken syntax and no brain economics
Where is the Language of Love?__No action is a bust
To be compromised by a deep seated committment to crap.
The art of veneer___Ego As god.
Not my gig__________a Trick.
A past Defect.

First things first. Lights,curtains.
Cookie dough ice cream
Way down yonder__Down on the farm.
"Life is better the second time around."
Repeat the line.
I'll break into song__not mine__apropos.

"What breaks my heart,
Suppose I never left you,
Suppose I never, ever met you.
Suppose I never ever saw you."
___Love songs__Regina Spektor__
"Break my thought __All my friends say,"

"It's going to get better,Better, better."
(breaking notes_ with abandon) she sings,
" I hear in my mind__all of these words.
I hear in my mind__all of these voices.
I hear in my mind__all of these songs."
The music filters in__U_Tube-ified.

Back to what was lost,... Some might say,
Better to remain un -dignified.
The idlest chatter does not stink on the page.
Lost, forgotten and remembered.
The "Art of Carting before Pony_ing Up"

I was actually born in a basket
Spontaneously__formed in a lab...
I remember KFC napkins laying about.
'buzzing of the birds and chirping of the bees"
Say again! Thank You!

I'm thanking God__because You are here.
In the background there were herds of Buffalo Wings_tm.
Running the floor toward the Door to Perception.
A more natural, un-embellished presentation was present.
Just outside the door was war__
A war for nothing, but the sake of embarrassment.
I tendered my resignation.

Operational Mischief Ensued,... Behave!__Get a Clue!
Overhead, above us, only sky__a soft powder blue.
There was a pond, a lake, a surface of rippling blue_
I leapt toward the place with good intentions.
I knew it wouldn't scroll back, then forth and past.
Was that my small boat on the water__downside_up?
The fish fry by the waterside,
had the aire of soft pattering, pretending voices.
With no plan, I was blind to me.
I was out and gone.
Umbrellas and rain

Choosing choices in the brain.
Lucky, I can't remember a thing,
as I watch the River of Life go by.
I thought, I knew more, but
Now, I know less.
I know there is a reason for settling On and In.

Seeing the relaxed Immersion
of running the day in through, and over my eyes.
Peace and place coming from fortifying design.
Do I find much here on my mind?
That is the 'Question'__You, ask Why?

Working through the difficult Flight
My Word Gathering Fraught with
Linger and Legend.
I am surprised__I came this way.
What's worth saving__ if I lost it, Already,
24 hours or more__in the past.
What are my standards for Lost Hope and Confidence?
Everything is not Worthy.
Right now, All Chips are In.

What is just dessert for one,
Who supposes there are boundaries.
Those, who have read me,
In the past, that is Here
Are most gracious of heart__ More
Lift and Loft, Than I have ever known.

None of this Rhymes. What is it?
Obviously, I believe It is on the Way to something Good.
My compact with Inordinate Coordinates__
has evolved over time.
Lost out, looped up, driven down__
Everything, gone and confused.
This is a Game. A Truth. A Play.

I pray for answers, right now.
Find here a word, a wand, a way.
I am a man of my Word.
Always have been, always will be.
I am driven by distraction, and getting
Traction from the Truth.

I'm unconventionally ordinary,
and extraordinarily different.
Perhaps, including confused.
I don't say I direct outcomes.
I participate__Partnering Choices
Made under consultation with the Proof.
The Love of God in man-kind__and Both
Truth and Hope.

What I asked_Is a Question.
Where would you be__ without Hope?
I have finally found a Home.
An 'electronic cage of sorts',
I, The 'bird of myself'__consciously,
Singing my 'song',
The tune, I sing__ is This.

Good night , All
Remember_Why we each have our own homes.
So that First, we can get a good nights sleep, or not.
And Secondly, This Draft is mine, after that it is in God's hands.
God said go ahead and act the fool,
but don't come back to me crying.

I pray that I have not embarrassed myself, too much.
I am attempting to get Unstuck.
A work in progress__
I love the life of being Real
Live life.
Love out, Love In
I am Out, I am In
There is clear life ahead.
I'm All In!

TR_2007_

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Monday April 9, 2007

Olde Jacket __Worn and Tattered

The road to Heaven proceeds you on this path.
The way of the Heart has opened wide.

You will find the Truth is lessons learned.
And all the wills and hope__born to survive.

We are the Holy Modal Round__Up.
We are visionary quest.
We leave no stone unturned, or
path hidden from request.
We hope and pray for Truth.

Our life is instant called up Action.
Holding loving purpose as our Proof.
We do in kind__Provide.
Security and Succor for All__
Individual study.
Internal and eternal
Hope and Love.

Our hearts are so open.
They cry out __
not in tears and fear, but
Strong with everlasting Love.

The sweetness of the Breath.
I feel the Hope of moments
Connected in this Life.
Living Incontrovertible existence
Purposefully driven
by certain Beauty
and Cautionary tales.

We believe the stronger you get,
the greater the Challenge.
The Struggle within to Complete__
Competing on a standard of Completion.
That requires Total Attention__
Attention to Detail.

Love starts Here.
Hand laid upon the chest.
'one Love, one heart, let's get together,
and be alright'__B.Marley

TR__2006

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