Paradox of Consciousness 4

How far have we gotten in our self awareness? Are we aware of our awareness – are we conscious of consciousness? This is the debate of nihilists, atheists, agnostics, and the devout for ages of time.

Of course many – and perhaps they are blessed – don’t pause to ask the question, or never pause at all, except when exhaustion takes them, and they (we), literally “fall asleep”. Children do as a routine, and it is truly a blessing, for both parent and child; They are both free to wonder at their world. For the children, where they came from and for the adults, to where they are going.

In this light, the paradox is who is dreaming, child or parent? Are we dreaming when we plan our future, choose the color paint for a bedroom makeover, or a vision quest for our new car with all the right stuff we want in order for it to be perfect. Is our child dreaming when she wakes in tears because her dragon left never to return? The paradox is yes, and no, as It is all conscious awareness in one realm or another.

Realms like reason needs study. It is not an uncommon word, but not all that common either. Not a word, not a place we consider on an average day. We accept, acquiesce to the realm we are born into, the realm we are conscious within. Here we stand (or sleep) unconcerned about place, but often obsessed about having and holding things within it, rarely wondering how those cravings came to be. Acting out alone, or moving in a crowd. Are our lives truly ours?

Why? Why live in a realm and never ask – why here and not there. Why do we believe awake is real and sleep is dreaming. Pause here a moment and wonder why sense and cents sound the same, because in truth they are, both have real value. Step away from sense perception for a time in isolation and we will start to hallucinate. If we experience sensory deprivation for extended periods of time, the hallucinations can lead to physical and mental illnesses – look up Guantanamo enhanced Interrogation.  Most will not consider realms other than the sensory one we experience in daylight, fear at night time. They will sleep, uneasy that their dreams could become nightmares, and yet live out nightmares in the day just as well and just as real.

Realm crossings happen to us all the time; Birth – death, sleep – wake, work – home are the more familiar, more mundane compared to hallucinogenics, or anything mind altering, ecstatic – music, dance, immersive walks in nature. Are we aware of the affects, and are we conscious of our fear of some crossings yet look forward to others.

Do you agree realms exist, and would you be comfortable seeking to know more about their meaning – for realm crossings are a paradox of consciousness we should welcome regardless of source, and put fear aside until we accept our interpretation of the dream, of dreaming. Transitions, even as you look up from this page, you are realm crossing, consciousness changing focus inner to outer, outer to inner – as McLuhan tells us “all time, in a not shall’.

Photo: by GFS – Farmhouse near Saratoga Battlefield, Saratoga, NY

Forsaken Paradise

forever lost

Foot falls and paradox
these are the moments
etched in bone
carried across the wilderness
of time

Imagine the emptiness
alone on a beach
of windswept sands
driven endlessly
across tidewater dunes

What heart would choose
this loneliness
what reason could
coerce the reason
to sink beneath the wind

Yet they come
hoards of Huns and Mongols
barbarians incensed with being
without minding
all their creations

Souls seeking solace in form
desiring all of creations joy
Yet finding mostly misery
forced to forget the agreement
weighted with woe


Image: http://www.boredpanda.com/south-african-artist-creates-surreal-idiomatic-artworks/

The darkest hour

Dark before dawn

Rounds as spheres reflect the sun
Revolve since time began
A word beget in light beyond
Our wisdom and our tears

This then the silent melody
The music only heard
By ears untuned to earthly things
Were silence seldom roams

Across the reaches space and time
Have come to know our ways
The shadows cast before our steps
Were taken into thee

These the days and hours spent
Longing for the light
The darkest hour came to be
In dreams before the dawn

So these mere words
Could grace the page
And in the eye behold
Some message from this bard

Who left eternity to seek
The fires of the heart
In precious days on bended knee
The beauty of her love

Imagee: http://vickitidwellpalmer.com/the-dark-before-dawn/

Voice of the Abyss

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The price of all our memories
Lines of time within our mind
Leaves and branches bent and blowing
A downwind reach into the Sun

This eternal light within us
Hidden in the shrouds we wear
Longs to let the ever after
Wake into this night of dreams

Essence is the will becoming
Senses are the way we feel
Echoing the souls reflection
From the walls of the Abyss


Image: http://hdwallpapersfactory.com/nature/nature-cave-mexico-abyss-desktop-hd-wallpaper-1007737/

Shadows of a New Moon

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Shadows of a new moon lengthen
This penumbra of our fate
Slowly weaves a song in longing
Passed beyond the heaven’s gate

Dreams become the shadows longing
For creation’s joy to light
The ever after always turning
What the will has made of night

Orbs and essence blend and merge
Water colored days begun
Sun is rising in the heart song
Setting in the webs we’ve spun

Lies in living listen for them
Where words enfold a different tune
Truth unveils enlightened reason
Wakes the soul into the womb


Image: http://www.geekissimo.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/1920×1440-north-shiny-light-night-snow-moon-stars-blue-desktop-hd-wallpaper.jpg

Independence Day

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Words will wonder
Ways and roads
to wander
Days to spend alone
Or in the arms
of a lover

How sweet the dawn
the morning dew
beneath my feet
and the soft
Kentucky Blue
kisses

Sunlight reveals
The heart within
echoing rhythms
Breath circling
the Spirit
awakening

Songbirds calling
Their answers afar
She waits
in the forest
for her love
to return

Image: http://vernabob.com/blog/