“Hold still, man, regain your love of life and go down from this mountain and simply be – be – be the infinite fertilities of the one mind of infinity, make no comments, complaints, criticisms, appraisals, avowals, sayings, shooting stars of thought, just flow, flow, be you all, be you what it is, it is only what it always is – Hope is a word like a snow-drift – This is the Great Knowing, this is the Awakening, this is Voidness – So shut up, live, travel, adventure, bless and don’t be sorry – Prunes, prune, eat your prunes – And you have been forever, and you will be forever, and all the worrisome smashings of your foot on innocent cupboard doors it was only the Void pretending to be a man pretending not to know the Void.”
— Jack Kerouac
Rage, rage against creation
feel the sensation
consternation
that I’m not the person
I thought I would be
out of my tree
I spend so much time
worry about who I am
I forget to be
walking around
finger on the script
non-descript
senses stripped
of all sensation
emotional constipation
the flow has stopped
and I still go
forget what I know
pretend to be
but not to be
still I forget
all the regret
and let it go
find my flow
find my free
and learn to be…
Sometimes the only way to get through the bullshit is by not paying attention to it.
Blessings, G
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Face of the Storm by G A Rosenberg
Masked Aeon Stream by G A Rosenberg
Winding Paths by G A Rosenberg
