The Gaian God Mind

Light and darkness
wrong and right
dualities, fractals,
third eye sight.
Inherent knowing,
 god mind connection
archetypes flow
in separate directions.

Non Linear Poetry Clusters

Non linear poetry clusters

This will be a new medium for self expression.  The only medium for true self expression.  For the ego restrict us into linear thinking.  Inspired by the teachings of Terence Mckenna,the psychedelic experience, and practice of ego-loss, Non linear poetry is an exercise and adoration for the god mind, and holistic oneness.  It is a non linear matrix, representative of the true nature of time and reality.

The Non linear cluster notion works best when each...

The Old Sage and the Secret to Eternal Life

     I f someone came up to you on the street, and offered you a chance to cheat death, would you be listening?  Would it somehow intrigue you for a second, while then quickly fading into obscurity in the

corridors of your own tortured mind?  OK I'll slow it down and SPELL IT OUT for you.

A Man on a street corner, Wearing nothing but a trench coat trapping his identity.

An Old Sage...

Offers you, the secret to eternal life.

Doesn't hand you nothing,

Exchanges no haunting glare

In fact, the absence of both

Make you all too aware

Your taking him up on it.

You've made your own misery,

now its time to meet your own maker

Your the dough , and hes the baker.

You've been rising since birth, like yeast in an old and

dirty glass of beer. Swigged from by the Almighty himself.

You've Known this baker your whole life, As you've come to

call him... Sitting on this street corner.

You hadn't recognized him, disguised and draped behind

a shadow of suspicion.

But there he was. Real as the weeds that defied the concrete

beneath his feet.  You scan him top to bottom, looking

for a vulnerable weakness. You find not a drop to be rung

You ask the man, whats his deal?

Has his mind gone astray

Does he feel?

Is he disingenuous,

Or does his way,

seem all too real?

regardless, you've already taken him up on it.

An offer such as the secret to eternal life, Man!!!!

Is that a sweet deal!  Even if this alleged high priest

stank of a filthy swine, It simply would have eaten your

mind and shat out regret in a coiled stench of diarrhea ( sorry

for the unintended, yet highly unavoidable imagery)

To ponder for the rest of your miserable, regulated days

what would have happened, if you had JUST taken him up on

it.  So you do... There u go! Now if that's not buying your

ticket and taking the ride, I don't know what is!

Your minds eye blinks... As you are made all to aware

that you've been sitting here deliberately debating your

next incalculable move, while The blessed bum awaits.

"How much, for this secret?" You say... As if in some

desperate quest to stall for more precious time.

The old sage stalls for a second, before slipping said words

from his lips...

"Every unscheduled hour of your waking life"

As my brain slowly comprehended the gravity of the mans statement,

the sage had taken it upon himself to deal a most unimaginable new

deck of cards.  My body language belied my bewilderment long enough

for him to pick up on the fact, that I am taking him up on it, once again.

Suddenly, and unexpectedly, he pulls a pen from his pocket

placing it in my perspiring palms.

He says to me...

This pen is precise

With a mood , You entice

Your words come to life

and dance off the page

Your ambition is audacious

With a crude, old device

My feelings melt through

the bars of your cage

Your impression is implied

With a judgement, u deliver

My frail frame quivers

I can feel the old age

With the passage of time,

Each rhyme rings decline

Only your words will remain

To become this old sage.

...and we eternally coalesced, universal paradox's be damned.

HOO-rah