Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
without the underlying space each contact, physically, would be self- referential and therefore, not "felt". such as attention can include a wider focus, the individual friction phenomena can be "seen" as part of the greater whole. when seen through attention, this whole is found to be edgeless. this can not be understood because the mind requires boundaries around something in order to focus on it. therefore the mind exists in awareness and can think about itself and in doing so must begin to put limitations on its own existence. this only occurs when attention "uses" thinking to focus(think) on itself.
Friday, November 13, 2009
I fell in love with means there was a movement, amidst continual movement. This is stillness. Time to move again. There is only this. Time to move again. Speak from true understanding or suffer continually the misconceived solidity of perception. I am sorry. I kept you all with me too long. You are beautiful and I want it. I am afraid to lose or be left out, stuck with emptiness and pain so I hang on continually. I am sorry. It hurts. I forgive this pain, yet it continues. I tried to let you be so that the pain would stop and reveal a greater beauty, but I still hang on. Funny little hanger. I love me.
Monday, September 14, 2009
walked over there, worked over there, looked at that, moved in my sleep. wanted this, that. felt deserving, felt small. need more time, want to get out. know it is good, feel satisfied, feel wrong, feel against. move from one to the next. aware of the others, moving. aware of when it makes sense, aware of pain, aware of fear, aware of breaking, aware of not knowing why, aware of not being a man, aware of cowering, aware of making mistakes, aware of lusting, all the time, aware of laughing, aware of pretending to laugh, aware of wanting to be wanted, aware of hiding from being wanted, not wanting, being aroused and not wanting it, judgment. bad habits, mental negativity, not liking what is, wanting to change to the better, knowing it will change, and fearing something i can not see, knowing i can't prove that i am wrong and then being proven wrong. thank you pain, thank you hate, thank you lust for what is always mocking me, i will not cut myself again.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Even that which goes, even that which is absent seen clearly, as clarity exists ever present, there can be no reality to the confusion, the sense that what comes and goes, there can be no form to that which is absent, for we have the power and this power can not be owned yet is held somehow, inexplicably without pressure, the sensations of pressure and letting go reduce to physical impulses, that by which our loss of the idea is the only true loss somehow can mirror in the stream of time a finality to its disappearance and correctness to it having gone.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I know that I do not know. Thank you for your assistance in these matters. I am lost again, but it does not seem to carry significance. Just looking is all that can be done. If you notice it, the biggest apparatus is looking. More powerful than physical movements or telling an idea. Without vision there is still sight, looking at no vision. I can not believe it sometimes. Something is here, then I ignore it and it is gone. Making art is that. If I ignore it... it is gone.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Love must be the experience of loss. So is this love for the idea ? The loss of the idea. In one focus range all the beautiful things on continuum roll on along, manifesting, and the verse range destroys. I'll imagine climbing out, aside the waste wreckage from the past. I am above. There is one beautiful thing in the breast. We are infinite expanse, yet not in a multiplicity. The we defines us. There is no us for it has all failed, even the misery is not. When viewed the most miserable disappears and fades. Thank you miserable ones, and beautiful ones... from the bottom of my heart. okay.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
The direct simplicity. Complexity as an idea generated through thought in the moment. As I assemble and cut and drill, an awareness of no connection is felt as separate and distant from what is. There is dust on things, there are loose ends. There is an awareness of things not working out, yet there is no one for whom this happens. When one looks at "it" there is obviously no beginning and no end. Thus space is felt or not felt. Success and failure relinquish to not even having individual meanings apart from the interrelatedness of their own relationship.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Be aware of what is happening. Often the smallest things hold a great expanse of understanding. It is not for us to understand how this is. Pain is the the showing of what is contrary to the truth. When we open to the feeling it offers there is a burst of laughter and tingling sensation. This is what is known as a feeling knowing. So the experience of pain is a necessary part of freedom, yet it is not the cause of freedom. Here lies a potential misunderstanding of the artist life. It has never been suffering that caused a creative expression, rather the experience of that suffering gets used as a tool to know without knowing. So get over it because you are already suffering anyway. What is left is to be aware of it. That is all. It is the most simple thing.