Intensity and Immensity
I am everything, but I am nothing. How can I be both? I am everything, but I ignore it all; I am only able to see myself as a child lost after an innocent fall. I can run into the stars through my body of atomic reactions that reaches the heavens through my unknown, you. You or me, the one way path is blinded with belief, but as one becomes two, the truth is amplified, not in cognition but in intensity, and in immensity; I become free. A grain of sand appears to be nothing, yet it is everything in order to create the figure of love that I am as I press my body deep into the whirls and twirls of time. My hurricane transforms those who touch me as we learn the curves of the repetitive internal rhymes which are desires. In movement, I am aware of the rules of this paradox. I begin to play. In rhythm, I am both. In process, I am both. In freedom, I am both. Both means becoming myself multiplying selves until the multiples become a self, the parselfadox. I am a ghost not aware of its ways: alive and dead à la même chose! The cat without hat, the box is a belief, the parselfadox, my host. In solving the parselfadox, I become a magician within a spelled h-o-a-x. Seeing beyond thinking, creating beyond feeling , bringing meaning into being openness as I understand I am not dead nor alive, but both and none at the same time. The box has no cat. Surprise! The cat is the box. Things move while you are not seeing them, so your story is neither here or there, it is nowhere and everywhere. It is alive and dead if there is no capricious belief waiting to dissolve your delicious paradox.
There is freedom if I am able to more away from belief into the realm of open spaces where there is nothing to tie me into a particular position. In this space, I do not have to defend myself from you because I understand your position as much as I understand mine. I am able to see through you until I become you. You see me because I expose myself to you until there is no more me. I am that which I breathe, but I am also separate from it. I am the tree whose oxygen I take (but I am not) until the tree posses my carbon dioxide, and then we both are one, although still being separate in our minds. In this together, we are able to transform ordinary consciousness and manifest ourselves through paintings, poems, stories, sculptures, gardening, architecture, humanities, philosophy, history, management, leadership, and furthermost because everything becomes a part of you as you become a part of them through an art that leads into the inexorable of still being me although being you, the paradox of life.
You can’t wear what isn’t there, and if it is there, how can someone wear that which we cannot see? Observe deeply because it might be there although appearing not be in order to make you believe in them. Use this knowledge and create a spell that will release us each time it appears that they might start to suffocate your voice. Freedom is everlasting if you are able to observe beyond the appearances, almost touching reality which is:
