a desolate shoreline
at 2 AM.
We are all children born from the same absolute beauty that designed the universe.
Separateness is the ultimate illusion.
We are all living in a controlled paradox fueled by ego, fear and loss.
Be kind to yourself and all sentient and non-sentient beings.
We are all children, and children make mistakes.
Working with multitudes of perimeters is a crazy ride, not to mention delay channels and other crazed attributes dedicated to each and every sequence, equating to a barnyard of feral cats in heat, jumping around and not coherent of spacetime or cosmological signature.
Everything has purpose.
This is so beautifully serene.
The Stag is lost, yet at peace. And the ambience of the whole place, with perimeter alarm chirping in near distance as the signal travels through seemingly humid air, reflecting off marble and crystal chandeliers.
Seems like a scene from a Hayao Miyazaki or David Lynch project for sure.
May all life know love, and boundless compassion, forever and always 🔥🙏❤️
Someone in my apartment building was practicing Christmas tunes on an Oboe (or something similar). I totally loved it, for it brings back memories when a neighbor’s child was practicing the Violin, and hearing sour note after sour note. My girlfriend at the time hated it, and I adored the free flow of inspiration found within the discord of becoming “one” with an instrument and losing oneself in the process.
Dystopian electronic project Detraction has a new album out. This one fascinatingly introduces pop sensibilities through trip hop beats that weave in and out of the experimental, dense soundscapes. As a concept the whole thing feels like one is retrieving fond moments out of distorted dreams. The final track drones on as if the dreams are becoming more vivid until ultimately they wither away. Detraction juxtaposes joy and dysphoria in a poignant way.via/Breaking And Entering https://breakingandentering.net/2021/09/02/audio-detraction-umami-land/
Sometimes time slips by.060321
Sometimes it rewinds,
and collects unspent energy.
Either way, time is a resource,
a curse, a pathway
stillness, and procrastination.
Time is itself
and you are
just Time in the Making.
It’s happened before, yet how will it happen again?060321 v2
Perhaps it will be done before it has started?
Perhaps it’s done and finished?
Perhaps it’s finished and no-one will notice.
Thus is creation, its own reflection,
incomplete science jettisons us
straight into absurdity.
Spring is passing!Matsuo Bashō, Narrow Road to the Deep North (Oku no hosomichi, 奥の細道)
Birds are singing, fish weeping
With tearful eyes.
Such wonderful introspective qualities in all of Bashō’s work, where spirituality meets the Earth, like lightning creating an arc of light over the horizon. Then there’s Issa (Cup of Tea), another Haiku poet that I love, for his material tends to speak for the voiceless, and transcends the earthly realm, being earthly nonetheless, and like Basho, Issa’s work contains a heavy amount of voidness and beauty.
Even with insects—Kobayashi Issa [all the time I pray to Buddha]
some can sing,
And my favorite of all time:
On a branchKobayashi Issa [On a branch …]
a cricket, singing.
You’re ever so multilayered,
and complex in design.
Your breath is music,
as is your skin,
a beautiful canvas
You are effervescent,
and thought provoking.
One with history,
trajectories in the making.
You are a child of the universe.
Born from the need,
for a better future and home,
for all sentient beings and distant cousins,
Yes, you are loved,
forever and always.
Just continue being
who you are,
and strive for the Light.
Life is a sequence of events,
as are thoughts.
One can be edited,
in real time, as
the other tends, to
fade quick and,
jump out of
Eventually nothing makes sense,
to the observer,
and so on.
We live in a dream.
An open window,
and a fan on low.
crisping the air,
within these walls.