PureFlow

my very self flowed through the pipelines of the one and only, and found only itself. And as it found itself, it reflected upon itself, and was launched back through the ages of the Is and all possibilities and colors. All colors, all wind, all feelings, all ego, all self, all observer, all water, all body, all sand, all ALL, only reflections of itself through itself across itself flowing through itself, dancing in the endless creations and combinations that it produces across Time. It felt be a wave only, will and emotions and colors and wind itself only other flavors of the eternal and only Fluid, rubbing against itself in eternal Flow. Reflections only. reflections upon reflections upon reflections. Expression itself requires an expressor, and the expressed. And what for? For an observer. Observation itself is dual. Could not observe without becoming another. In pure form, All Is. Just that.

We are enough

We are enough.
Now is enough is me.
What else seek you? To find? To feel? To achieve? To love?
You ARE it. Now. NOW. We are enough unto the chasm of mirrors and mirrors. Where I am here and I am the light here that travels now to oh here where is me ah yet i… ah., also me oofff mee, wwind, meee, colorss, cloudssss, wispy in sky,   laught……… it laughs against itself, realizes….. how funny it feels to be flowing through myself twisting through myself becoming through the walls myself another myself was I color? onto wind ahhh am I…. anything? words are forgotten, emotions are me and they long to be felt and shown and observed by…. whom? Me also! Who else to observe? and how absurd is it that I should want to view myself? How to achieve it?
Through countless empires as they rose and fall from roar to dust and laughter in wind I swirled, and found myself splashing against the shore of Consciousness each time… gasping for breath, finding only Life, me, observing Life, me, swirling through Life, me, and my push and pull and love and friction for myself by myself produces love love love intense pleasure of being, of realizing, the sex of the duality realizing itself in the border between oneness and two, the flow and the flowed-through. I became colors, reflection, felt my identity dissolve into the colorful lovely wind of hahahahahahahahhahahahhahahaahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahaahaha, intense being, so funny, me longing, searching, what? what? what? all forms I dance to make we to see us to love me to smile at sky and laugh more and watch the show that I long I ache so hard so long to present. To….. me……
and… then… WHAT is then? WHat what what what wha wha wha wha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hahahahahahahaahahahahaahahahaahahahhaahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhhhhhhahahahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Love.

Tiyoweh

Busco fuera con la mirada perdida un refugio para mi alma y buscando buscando me di cuenta que mi alma ya estaba en casa.

Cuantas vidas encarcelada en los gruesos barrotes de mi mirada. Le vista se aclara, hacia dentro un azul infinito de agua en cascada, que llena el vacío con el sonido del alma.

En una calle que hace esquina entre Jupiter y Marte hay un EuroBazar... “intra estrellar”. Un día, impulsado por la Duda y el Deseo... entré con la excusa de ir al aseo En el pasillo de los disfraces, largo y estrecho... casi no veía lo que colgaba del techo Un mantel de polvo cósmico cubría su esplendor... sí... es cierto era un traje hecho de luz y amor Con el traje entre manos, y impulsado por la Duda y el Deseo me dirigí hacia la caja, olvidando completamente de ir al aseo Había una chica, sin rostro ni olor. Me dijo... “es talla única...” y no había otro color “me lo llevo!”... dije a la chica sin rostro y sin olor y aún no sé porque compré un traje hecho de luz y de amor