discover the new world

Aten.

The sun is my love and my light and my life and from it all things come like this moment I am having in the eye of my mind. I am having a moment and then another and they fall like beads on a string and thas Jungle Brothers, and I miss that energy more than most things. I miss the way it felt when I felt alive, alive as in unsophisticated with big bright eyes open wide.

And yet, God provides. The Third Eye. I didn’t understand until I understood, without words or thought, just breath control. And thas Boogie Down Productions, what up. Man, back in the days we were all X-Clan. And maybe thas it, maybe thas where it began, takinn it back to the origin of man.

Tha East My Brotha,
To Tha East

I’m vibrating again. I’m reading Santeria and e.e. cummings and Hercule Poirot and I’m listening to Dennis Brown talkinn bout Revolution. And I’m thinkinn of Krishnamurti and Rumi and then I’m thinkinn without words, it’s just vibrations because thas me right there.

It was told, not written. What was written is lost, distorted, edited, mutilated and manipulated by power brokers and the status quo and fearmongerers and the fearful. We seek Truth as the permanent, impermeable great Lie in our midst but Truth is as vaporous as the words in which it swims.

Truth lives but not in the mind. It is deep in the heart and when it speaks, there is this vibe. It is surrender, and then surrender some more and then it goes deeper and it tickles and makes me laugh because it’s the most serious joke, the most silly gospel, the way in which it gets so twisted and yet…

Were it not twisted what would life without knots to unravel and bruises to kiss. There can be no salvation without ravage and despair and degradation of the most horrific sort. There can be no Heaven without first traipsing through the gardens of Hell. Without the brutality that is the reality of breath, without the inhale and exhale of molecules, without the constant transformation from one state to another, there is nothing but stasis and stasis is death.

I’m back from a week away, away from it all. It is as though somehow I escape without leaving town. I left my mind and my body and took my heart and soul and we went on excursions to discover the new world. And it came without asking and it came without words and it keeps coming, even now in my dreams, the messages flow.

I have opened a channel I could not previously reach and it has united two other chakras in me. And as the messages flow and ebb, ebb and flow, I sit here today, a lil bit like a newborn. And I remember this, ahh, it makes me smile. My girl ages ago told me how she had her son. And they took him home from the hospital and put him on the sofa and looked upon with awe and said

Now what…