Words created from letters contained in the word “Tensegrity”
Serenity
Green
Energy
Tiger
Resting
Rite
Genre
Seeing
Testing
Steiner
Gentry
Setting
Seer
Steer
Nest
Trees
As Solitude Fades Away
The treachery of pretended solitude
Alone with my thoughts
Out of lonely desperation I reach out
The hands that are being offered
Feel somehow leprous
Is my judgment the cause
Of this involuntary revulsion
Is it the power of higher spirit
That protects me from making the wrong step
Thoughts flooding playing mental tennis
God knows he the net is
Longing for company of more than one
Relief and lightness in need
The heart of my signals
Change of direction away from myself
Open to the good world
I walk towards infinity
Making the unknown
My best friend
Three dragons in the sky soaring
The moon witness to the futility of daily grind
Beauty in vast dynamics of appearance
And the spirit cries
You change the colour and I change the tone
Who lasts the longer in the tug of war
The rope being but a silly toy thrown
Into our lives
By the creator of distraction
Weightless I am yet so deeply rooted
See of emotion grabs my feet
With every step towards the shore
I either sink further or rise higher
How far to go
The straightforward beauty of flesh denied
See the inner lights
Tremble with joy my little shiny star
As we fall
From the grace once possessed
As we run towards the lure of comfort
So we break
The precious link with spirit
The pattern repeats
Throughout the times of enslaving the Earth
Different shapes and shades
Of the same limited principles of flesh and matter
Sick and drained of vitality
We lay down in hope
Of the upcoming dawn
To bring the shift
Our better selves so desire
To restore the lights within
So we can shine again
Ignorant of the fact none of this can transpire
While we so desperately cling
Onto the handful of nuts
We think crucial to our eminence
And so we fall
Pulled in by the glittering shine
At the bottom of the abyss
And so we run
Away from the gardener’s arms
As we fulfill the lot of mislead humanity
No Return to the Womb
Could it be conceivable…
All this sensuality,
That can overcome a man
So extensively,
That becomes the prime focus
Of the vast majority of his adult life.
Could it be
That all men’s interactionsAll glamour and desire to impress
Choosing the perfect mating companion
And dedicating life to carnality
Is it imaginable
So overwhelming jolts of passion,Then acts of betrayal and sin,
Mind viruses that weren’t ignored but obeyedLeading to the most horrible crimes
Is this but a demented desire
To be back inside the womb – in peace and safety?
Beautiful
I am the monster and the beauty
They both stare into the same abyss
Continuously in confrontation
Each convinced their way is the best
In the midst of this I live my life
Daydreaming of rays of the golden sun.
Vaguely I recall the light that is beaming
Outside my little world of thought blizzards
Bathing in its awe inspiring serenity
I once spent light years
Being its source and letting it shine
Through my very soul
Different love engulfed me
One of the pure kind
The mother of all loves
Enraptured I was…
…yet strangely, in my daily mind
I remember none of it.
The very best of intentions
Decisions based on purity and insight
Vows of commitment to the path with heart
Moments of random happiness
All brought down by his niggling viral whispers
Implanted in my head
In moments when I indulged and let go
And sought ephemeral satisfaction
Where does the circle break
Will it stay like this forever
At war with his tempting suggestions
Despise my whole self
While only a fraction of me has sinned
His highest achievement
Stronger men before me
Have been driven to rot in dead end passages
That started as abundant avenues
Lined with the sweetest of red roses
I remember when I was in my teens that every now and then I would have this vague sensation that there must be something quite different behind the veil of a daily life, something that cannot be touched or seen with my eyes. Obviously when dealing with such random and infrequent occurrences I couldn’t and still can’t put into words it’s difficult to communicate them across to others.
The thing is back then there wasn’t many quality books on this subject and obviously they were hard to find as well, with no internet to turn to and my local library being rather limited in choice if anything. And try going to the library and talk about this strange feeling you have inside yourself and wanting them to help you to find related material on a subject you don’t even know what it is 
– so that was a bit of a challenge to face.
So the advent of internet and sites such as amazon and ebay made it sheer delight looking for stuff you love to explore. With each book containing different pieces to my puzzle I’ve been creating my own take on the unknown and unexplainable.
I’ve even managed to meet and befriend some wonderful people with similar views on life, thanks to the power of the web.
It just feels like this is the perfect era for people with inner callings to realize their potential and move towards their dreams with more ease and guidance. Rather than hitting a brick wall and decay inside your four secure walls you can step out and get the information needed for the next step on the journey of inner growth and nurturing the seeds of knowledge. Obviously, you need to be careful not do give in to temptation this world wide maze can offer and mislead you into its dark corners. The signs are always there and warnings usually flash in red if doubt.
Anyway, just wanted to express my gratitude to the modern way of communication and the great benefit it brings to a dreamer like me.
Sweet dreams.
I’ve done it! Been thinking about blogging for a long long time and today is the special day of my first post. What can I say – it’s been terrific so far! Spent here about 30 minutes already, what a blast… OK, the stuff you’ll be finding here is all creation of my sick mind so please take what you want from it and most of all – have fun!
