Restless Soma

Birth (the spinning force, public) => Love => Topic started by: runningstream on December 14, 2016, 11:35:22 PM

Title: Feels like looks like thinks like john ra
Post by: runningstream on December 14, 2016, 11:35:22 PM

I will give you the examples
All the trendy chattering religions seem so full
I was driving up the road to get the dog from the choice that had been made
No wait no wait
Change direction turn the car around
I was flying up the road in my energy body to
Find the spirit being who was to become my new friend on our spirit journey
OK turn the car around
What car
I was being a non I whilst moving as all within a unified
Field to find myself as I was all within another being with which to exist connectedly with as oneness

Back the truck up

Whats built what's unbuilt
What needs tearing down to become undone to become one
First directions undoing
Then all is one
Not before yet also is true yet as the master said
Monsters essences being insubstantial not yet for you

All the trendy religions even those who seem to imply
Emptiness seem so full

So a poem of prose for fuel

I was walking down the street meeting beings
Who were human
I could see them all so connected
And feel them as well as notice the movement
Suddenly or expandingly perhaps not so suddenly

All became one

As this occurred I felt I would be torn to a billion + pieces

Indeed I must

So I pulled my billion + pieces together
And tearily almost bursting somehow managed to cross the street

Later that day

I went to bed not sleep

As I closed my eyes not sleep

I went to a billion plus pieces painfully at first my heart dispersed

Thats when I woke up transported in another bed

That woman standing there with a cigarrette I had not  recalled with waking eyes

Nor her friend

In that order

Title: Re: the living god
Post by: runningstream on December 15, 2016, 12:12:15 AM

I'll pretend I'm an idiot for all humankind

Title: Re: Feels like looks like thinks like john ra
Post by: runningstream on December 15, 2016, 12:23:07 AM

Were travelled a wide variety of genres
I like to look at native primitive tribal people
You can notice their nakedness
Natural
Nothing sexually overt
Then the races of developed countries
Being so fragrantly bare grabbingly sexual
There is a beauty difficult to come by
Its a parallel next to none
A depth to seeing
Spirit closer in their eyes
First the mold then the adventure spirit came into
Breaking the mold
Finding a bare naked truth
A seam with which the adventure of spirits run
A flight of fancy
What tickles your fancy
Beauty stream
Being of service to others
Can remove this cloak
So the whole sky remembers you