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What Are You Responding To?

Too Much Information

It’s a wonderful feeling when you finally
Come to know that the universe is responding
To you always according to your vibration
Yet you may think and feel with some hesitation
But don’t worry that it may end up becoming
In an instant a part of your reality.

Momentum and conscious attention are required
For your thoughts to become manifested so you
Have a time cushion where you can nip in the bud
The bad feeling ones such that they’ve no chance to flood
Your consciousness. The thing that you’re responding to
Is of value if from within you it’s inspired.

When the universe responds to your impatience
You get more of it. When it responds to your peace
Then more feelings of wellbeing and contentment
Will be yours and it’s all through your conscious intent
That you feel your best. It’s about time to release
The malignant mindset so that joy can commence.

What you’re giving the universe to respond to
Is your primary focus. Always you will be
Offering a vibration for the universe
To respond to. It happens for better or worse.
Being happy is your highest priority.
Be aware of the wellbeing coming to you.

A Dream Within A Dream

Convergent Ethereal Realaties

Alien I appear here play acting a role
That is decently human. I know but to fail.
The compulsive obsession that I have to write
Points to none who will nitpick yet judge it on sight.
How on earth does a sore loser like me prevail?
As far as being human, I’ve slaughtered that goal.

The question, “Am I worthy?” is thus difficult.
The stronger that I ask it the worse I do feel.
No one will look at my life nor study my work
At best, it may be mentioned by some with a smirk.
Pity is unbecoming, but my life is real,
And my words become the incongruous result.

Colossal is the damage I know that I’ve done
Yet have no way of knowing nor ever shall know
Until my life’s reviewing on the other side.
All of life is a lesson. I’ve already died.
I now search for the light into which I will go
Where I am well adjusted and cause harm to none.

Take this kiss upon the ass. The mission is done.
No one need know the sorrow that I leave behind
In the form of these troubled words from deep inside
Where the dream within this dream my spirit does hide.
Grains of sand are the small thoughts that drift through my mind.
Those who will cross me over indeed will be none.

A Dream Within A Dream

Consciousness Within Consciousness

…And in parting from you now, thus let me avow –
You are not wrong who deem that my days are a dream.
Yet if all hope of sanity has flown away
To some kinder dimension, then what I must say
Is that there’s a much larger and complex regime
That imagines existence into here and now.

Brokenhearted I can’t be, yet somehow I am
Immersed in an enigma of shock and dismay.
If I’m part of existence, where do I belong?
This world has lost its sense of what’s right and what’s wrong.
In a vision or in none, for what do I pray?
Absolute is my feeling that life is a sham.

Of a shore surf-tormented I stand in the roar
As I hold in my hands grains of the golden sand.
How Few! Yet how they creep between my slim fingers
While I weep. As I weep, the wave rhythmic recurs.
Can I grasp with a tighter clasp of my weak hand?
They escape quickly to the sea and are no more.

Many thoughts flood the consciousness. All are the same
In a sea nonexistent with vital context.
They address a reality that can’t be real,
So, I can only go by the way that I feel.
In this pitiless wave I am much less perplexed
About what in a troubled world causes me shame.