Swimming In Flames

Swimming In Flames

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Swimming In Flames

‘Til Death We’re Apart (3 of 3)
Proper burial
Back into the Earth.
We put ourselves in our own boxes – Sub-turf.
The Funeral Business,
Caskets and Baskets.
Flowers and Haunting,
Stares and Prayers.
Caked with Make-Up, Dressed in Sunday’s Best
How you gonna look for your Eternal Rest?
Egyptians in their pyramids with jewels and decorations.
Monks in lotus chimneys, mummified by preservations.
Mummifying bodies, preserving the physical,
Freeing the mental – Sub-continental.
Under the ground
Onto the next round
When you’re inside the fire, where is the sound?
Outline from stencil, dead on the ground
Preserving the coach or
Rotting the rental

They know something that we have forgotten
They Kinged themselves and we’re going rotten
Pardon Me while I burst,
Out of the backdoor of this hearse
The flames feel so warm that I want to go inside
I’m realizing now that’s so beyond just a way to die
The guy sitting cross-legged, surrounded by fire
We see the ashes while he’s floating higher
A transportation portal, like only in cartoons
There are some wild ideas floating in my thought balloons
Agni transforms and these dudes really know the elements
We witness the demonstration and miss the whole elephant
We hand over our passing rights to the number one industry
With all due respect, what makes you think you know what to do with me?

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Death is bizarre enough as it is, but do you ever consider all the rituals that surround it, or lack thereof?

Where “I’m from”, most people do the wake service, funeral, burial, sometimes there will be a church service… Pretty basic compared to the Egyptians and monks I mentioned in the poem.

I started thinking the other day, what if there’s way more to the burial process? The Egyptians make me think that their pyramids were some kind of portal. And I wonder why the monks would be concerned with preserving their bodies? Was it just out of respect or practicality, or is the body translated into their next life somehow? – Making it necessary to keep the body in good shape. Would they be saving it for the possibility of traveling back and forth?

I was at a bonfire last week. It was a little chilly outside and I felt like it would be so nice to actually be in the fire. That got me thinking about the people who light themselves on fire – in protest, or for whatever reason (another area I can research or will take input on). I started having these really interesting thoughts about transmutation, transformation, and what’s really happening in those flames. It was absolutely fascinating to imagine those individuals translating their souls into another realm – so much more than just dying in this physical world.

I wonder why people in my culture dropped all connection with the afterlife – other than ghosts and hauntings – which are usually doubted, downplayed, and misunderstood as it is. Maybe that’s why we have hauntings? – Because the spirits are upset once they’re past this life? I wonder what sort of hauntings they had in ancient Egypt or other cultures/times that handled death and afterlife differently.

I will be doing more research on all of this, but tell me what you guys think 😉

Shine Like The Sun

Shine Like The Sun
‘Til Death We’re Apart (1 of 3)

People drive by and say the gardens look great

My dollars are one hundred and eight

I can’t skate, but I don’t wait for fate

Destiny’s on her way and heaven knows I’m never late.

I’ll be saying grace, while you’ll be saving face,

I don’t save face unless it’s mace

I’m not a masked man out of place

Sun-kissed beauties, Sun Goddess truth, please.

Wave Riding ruckus, Only God above us.

All aboard the Angels sing

Angels and airwaves become Everything.

Wings and waves, shotguns and switchblades,

It’s a never-ending divided line on the brink of the Eternal Yin and Yang.

Century Park after dark, it’s never too late for the song of the lark,

It’s never too late to rediscover the heart.

Fire ignites the spark that strikes up the never ending cosmic harp

Conducting this symphony on point – never flat or sharp

Every note in the key of We

In perfect harmony with each and every being you see.

A dream to me and music to my ears. Absolute music to my ears.

I’ve been so long without fears after all these years of tears.

It comes clear and I am in Absolute Awe.

Raw as Raw.

Unclench your jaw

Jawbreakers, Heart Takers, Skyscrapers, Dream makers

Seeing, feeling, hearing, and having the most amazing experiences of all time.

I had the time of my life,

Went out with a bang

I shot across the sky and my heart and soul Forever Sang

Birds, plane, UFOs and any strain

I bleed my soul out to the waters through my mouth with Zero Pain

Aztecs, Egyptians, Pyramids, and Soul Missions

I want for nothing as I’m flooded with the Blood of the Angels

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it’s a love affair between the water and the sky; between the sun, human eyes, skin, and hearts. The night and day, the eternal and the absolute.

one of the most beautiful summer Sundays I’ve ever experienced

my experience of seeing a fantastic shooting star. It picked me, literally, up from my seat and made me run forward.

finding a tuning fork of drift wood days after writing the word “conductor” on my car notepad.

staring at the literal brink of creation where the water meets the sand. Nonstop unless it’s frozen. Even then it’s frozen in time to remind and return. The earth keeps swallowing itself and spitting itself out over and over. A clear piece of proof in action that we do become what we put into ourselves.

ancient eternal wisdom in action and experience