Neuroscience

Yes. It is true what I've been hearing.

My most favorite subject, and perhaps the only subject of interest, was neuroscience. It was fascinating to me to see the complexity, sophistication, and precision of the neurological system. And to think that even with all that intricacy, we most likely don't understand the half of it.

I get carried away.

What is most fascinating to me now-a-days is how ingenious the human brain is. Every single person is capable to and, in fact, does create his own reality. No two realities are the same. And while the imagination and the permutations have no end, this implies that no two people can share an exact same reality. 

Layer that with the limited nature of the word, and the fact that we can communicate at all seems a feat to be admired! 

This is probably the reason we disagree so much, or feel tense, or experience of not being on the same page. Perhaps the only true way to communicate and gain understanding lies beyond the mind, and definitely, beyond words. To perceive directly, to see clearly, not through the lens of our made-up reality, but as reality really is. 

I suppose living in what is actually real can eliminate a lot of hatred, wars, fears. I suppose there would be much more room to connect, connect deeply, connect authentically. Maybe this is the seat of love, of genuine love, divine love, of love that doesn't pass for what, in effect, is a business deal. 

We need to learn to see. We need to clean and cleanse. We need to go to work, the kind that pushes us toward truth.

The Need

To love someone

Without requiring

Anything back

Is the sweetest thing

To be in a state

Of complete giving

Seeing beyond

The physical

To feel united

Without words

Through space and time

Is nothing small

To know it exists

To want it back

To be in truth

Is the real need

Not an Action

Love is not an action, not a verb.

Love is not an emotion or a feeling.

It's a state of being.

It's a space devoid of wanting. A pool of understanding. 

A place of safety and trust. 

Nothing is wanted and nothing is needed to be done. 

A sheer presence and acceptance.

A boundless embrace.

An envelopment by and a sense of complete ease.

Where the natural consequence and the only choice is to surrender.

Learn To See

Heads in the sand, walking like zombies, frozen and blind, trying to live.

Not taking the time to stop long enough to see what is really true.

The road to the mountain's top gets narrower and less densely populated with elevation.

Too busy with the shiny objects along the highway to nowhere.

Easy to put out a flickering light, hard as it might try to grow bright.

Limited support or understanding for those turning over the rocks to see what lies beneath.

Unending journey for the diamond to shimmer.

Damn the obscurity of the limited mind.

It has to snap back to what matters, to what is true, to what actually is.

To step away from the burden of the past into ether, except the cells need to eat.

Moving around purposelessly, gathering things, covering up lies.

The basic truths are missing from the everyday existence, resulting in suffering.

Stop. Look. Learn to see.

Surrender

And you look at me

And space disappears

I see something else

Coming through hidden tears

To melt into this

This place of no distance

No fear to lose

A door to existence

Submerge to the land

Beneath tired feet

Become a mound or a heap

Of what truly is

Nothing is Real

Nothing is real

You're a memory

Love oozing out of me

Drawn to the place of need

Sink into the ground

Become dismantled

Leave the mind

Feel the depth of who you are

Nothing is real

Smile appears

Open every pore

Let the wind take over

Fingers of working hands

Tracing the edge

Put down your guard

Facing the orange sun

Nothing is real

You're a dream

White horse gallops by

Veiled design

Take me to shore

Of the one that's sure

With the spiral flow

Lit up in full glow

Give

Wanting something from here and the other from there

Living this life and wanting another

Saying the words so full of love

Directing them here, yet staying abroad

Can't just collect the jewels and keep close by

Gotta share more than the sum of them ol' parts

Don't ask for more, it's all falling through a deep hole

Patch up the leak, explode and simply give

Wholeness

I suppose there was a time when rivers flowed right through the night, and deer danced under the stars, and all was well inside one's heart; and then the bombs flew through the skies, a work of man with a deranged mind; because he could and could not stop the leaky venom from spilling out; and flowers wept while mothers cried and children died under grey sky; and once again the birds did sing and fathers walked as tall as kings; and hope was strong and music soared into the fields made of red clover; and maybe soon, we will awake, from this long dream made up of pain, and will remember who we are, and we'll exalt in the wholeness of the one.

May We

May we all rise far above

The storms of sand, 
Rain, grief, and war

May we know love
That has its source
In being pure white like a dove

May we be better everyday
And live beyond
The mind's dark well

May we all have
A roof and good food
Be in harmony 
And live in truth

Desire

you move too fast

your instinct strong

the consciousness is low.

to be a human

in presence of love

requires a deep longing

to touch the fruit

of years of work

that's delicately balanced.

you cannot take

or twist the stem

unless you fully value it

until you learn

that nothing's yours -

only to be admired.

the flower turns

its beauty from

the one who so desires it