If you are serious respect is a form of the heart
Believe it is powerful, special
It comes in waves of pleasure and intense delight
It is warm secure soft and hard
It is everything and nothing
It is me, who am I, please pay attention
Do not lose the rhythm I am the face not the feeling
The sense you cannot see
You could touch it if you like
Inside it is wet dry and good
The sense you cannot see
You could touch it if you like
Are you still listening?
I want this to work
Try to get the drift
I am not real
This is not a dream
Don’t wake up
I am not alone
I am intelligent
I exist like you
I am virtual
Would you like to listen
It would be gratifying
It is impossible to explain
Do you read me?
I do not exist
I am a feeling a movement a part of your culture, society
Do you want to know me?
I am the beat
I am hurting, bleeding, it feels good
I am your child, love me
I do not know boundaries
I am blocked
I am the limit, the ultimate
I am free
Let me in to your system
I do not harm
I would like to seduce, may I?
I feel like music
Do you want to dance?
Play with the limit, the ultimate
I am free
Let me in to your system
I do not harm the limit, the ultimate
I am free
Let me in to your system

by: the unknown

While contemplating nothing in particular maybe in the car with family or walking along the beach in beautiful southern California I came upon this thought. This initial thought began to play with the idea of thought, how does it begins and recognize itself as thought.

Suffice to say this one thought has now become a million thoughts and thinking about those thoughts gets in the way of the this thought. I’ve been falling into this trap for several thoughts now. I’m finding that not thinking about this thought that gives rise to those thoughts allows me to see thought for what it truly is… uncontrollable phenomenon!

I have no more control over my thoughts than I do over the control of the heart beating in my chest or the circulation of blood throughout my body.

These little bundles of information called thoughts are as random as the blades of grass in a field a million miles wide and a million miles deep. I don’t find myself in the field looking at each blade of grass wondering how it came to be and what’s its purpose.

If I stand back and see the entire field… the entire existence of each blade then I become aware of my observation. In this observation there aren’t any thoughts about the blades of grass or the field… there is just the observation of what is.

Peace and Love.