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Be like water.

The present

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I was once told that a crucial step to “enlightenment” (please allow that word to mean whatever fits your definition) is to have your mind remain in the present.  The mind is where all reality is perceived, integrated, stored. Therefore, as the mind moves to the past or future, could it be said then that one’s reality follows?  When wandering to the past the mind is feeling happiness from nostalgia, or depression and regret, guilt.  Upon the mind moving to the future feelings of excitement, or intense anxiety cloud the mind, like a stirred glass of muddy water, may overtaking all that was once settled and crystal clear.  Now the mind and body/physiology are intimately linked.  Keeping mind in the present allows perception of time and reality as it is, here, and now, leaving no room for the temptation of the mind to create illusions of the past and future as mental coping mechanisms.

Music….pitches ( vibrations/sec) that allow for distinct notes. Take a pitch,  and apply it over certain intervals of time.  Molecular vibrations per second,  manipulated over more time.  So, music is  the manifestation of vibrations/sec in the form of pitch, over a certain interval of time.

Listens to a song, to the beat, and the melody, the mind is actively staying in the present, in the now, on the present interval of time, as manifested by sound.

 

Pacific ocean at PV

I have been writing rhymes lately….

Noise art

 

Keys jingle,

Step into the street.

Long beach, where I mingle,

Ocean and alameet

oss

 

Arts under eastern

Sun in the morning

Stretch like the beach

Observe seagulls soaring

Hop the bus

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Smile at the fresh dressed

Young someone

 

Take a seat in the back

Grab my pen remove the cap

Yesterday it was pink

Today I’m vibin black

 

Notebook

Dope hooks

Think Poetry on

graph paper.

 

Write how

Magic wow

Science now

Smash later

 

Lose focus

Day dream creeps

Staring out the window

Soulbeams leak

 

Pull my mind out of limbo

Concentrate I must

Keep my brain on the present

Exit the bus.

This was the sun coming out in Alaska

Do you understand

Words, words, word, wordy, words words.

Loses its meaning after being said aloud a few times doesn’t it?

Is language just a tool?

What is the best means of communication?

To express passion, one takes action.

No talking , just do.

Project your emotion, no…, your expression…no your mind….

Nope…your thought…no…..your REALITY….yes…how can I????

Reality, as you perceive, integrated by your past and present,

translated to the creation of lines on a surface.

Light energy interacts with these lines, and reflects outward into the environment,

So that any sensor or recorder or receptor can take in this reflected light, no..

Reflected wavelength..no….…expression….no ..reality, yes , that’s right.

So the eye, a specialized energy sensing organ

Perceives the information, and sends it to our integrator…our brain,

And based on the brain a thought is created, or isn’t,

This may lead to an action, or it may not.

NO talking, just action, this is communication.

These lines on the surface…arcs flowing, light glistening,

They are moving! Sweeping across this surface!

If one looked closely they are vibrating, amazing!

If vibrating, I wonder what frequency, what amplitude??

Am I actually hearing these lines!!??

Ears are equipped to receive sound….I mean…vibrATIONS..

I mean…energy? hmmm…Let’s stick with vibrations.

Sound is vibration Anyway, these lines..

I saw them drawn, I perceived this, I was there when

The light bounced into my eye and my brain perceived it,

I’m trying to say

Previously I believed that I had seen these lines…

I know now that this energy I  saw was actually heard…

That can’t be right…

Words words words …more word and words

It was me, all along, drawing shapes onto the water’s surface,

Drawing my emotions, my expression, my reality, on a surface…

Speaking, the surface is transparent, light does not reflect,

The lines are drawn as waves, painting the air around me.

crashing , on the shores of your mind.

You have read this, heard this smelled this,

felt this

perceived

 

Resonant

Resounding freedom is here,

and there for the taking.

The mind is a closed cubicle,

From inside the outside doesn’t exist.

What is true now

is everchanging

adapting.

Living, growing, dying, and then what?

Butter

Butter

 

New Post

A new post

cemented in the ground.

A reminder of fences to complete

so that I have barriers to break next week.

If not discipline then what?

If willpower is drained

how to rejuvenate?

Simply step out into nature.

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