more tiresome
speculation. more on possession. more on the disconnection in souls. longing
for completion, the nature in spirits, to need something bigger than humanity.
yearning inside, eager to believe, as is said, humans are whet to worship.
I was much
younger, seeking understanding, by secret, to enter into communication. books
on gestures. books on countenance. more books on fey.
in loving one we
forget to love ourselves. in trying to appease others we neglect ourselves.
we know something
is inside—too many generations surmise on it—we know we have consciousness—as it
is living, active, voiceless.
if kissed it does
something. if transported it builds confidence. if communal it becomes
assertion. what we have is communion—it is consistent—we enter in order to cut
at mundanity. the mind needing more, the soul suspicious, in receiving, we run
a risk of losing. a humbling life. anything is nothing. more hearts letting go.
is it true: I must
surrender, hold certain convictions, and become pure acceptance? do they have
them around—void of selfishness—willing to share everything?
we might not get
it, it might be optimal, it might be too much releasing. many needs control,
often, an illusion, where it’s reality, but reality is misperceived.
more on
possession. be it a fiat, a dictum, or experience, I scream it, “Anything in us
is a part of the core personality.” dichotomies. schisms. “The other me.” these
divide consciousness. of course, we think to mental health—we like saying, “That’s
not such-and-such, that’s the other person.” I am confused by the notion of
being possessed, or activated, by something other than what’s inside of me,
albeit, I realize others might be able to active me internally. a lot of word
riddles. plainly, ask if we’re connected to the universe, if so, study how this
is made possible.
I was
sleepwalking. I was asserted into beliefs—inserted—but unactual. a belief is
not owned until it is experienced. for this reason, in each religion, as a sign
of confirmation, certain phenomenon must be experienced. we believe, we
confess. we live, we confirm. we speak a different, inscrutable language. we
know how to master mind and body—much more, we know how to manipulate energy.
it goes on and on—while some faith acts are dangerous, leading to death.
the meaning of
this poem-missive, is to speculate, to open investigation, to nudge something
inside. assuredly, many do not agree. assuredly, some are interested.
assuredly, many know, where many are listening to their vibrations.
