Tag: consciousness
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Incendiary
I’m just throwing incendiaries into the dark, to light this place up, hoping to catch a picture of what’s really going on.
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All of these
All of these receptors are also transmitters Wave after wave lapping at this molecular shore wishing to be dust. We’re gathered on this family bed playing at making each other laugh—her joy and his excitement have no lampshade. We watch each other learn from each other, still thesevoices echo into some distant future where caves…
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Always Love
there’s always love available. our job is to find it. when we are stuck looking for where its not we won’t find it. only when we commit ourselves to finding the love that’s available, even in impossible situations, will we be able to find it. Some trees are already bare, and the leaves that remain,…
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What’s in the Lens
Sea winds foam sea hymns and we disappear like robins in the fall; by diffusion and through vapors that stretch from coast tocoast. Across ceilings and wallstrying to cover it all—or at least get a better vantage point. My face geometryis less than desirable, but that’s OK because humans agree sacrifices must be made.We say…
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Participation in the Act of Observation
When I think about the traits that I am passing on to my kids, it’s all too easy to criticize myself and lean towards the negative. In truth there are a lot of negative traits that I inhabit, though some might say that these are also what makes it possible for me to flourish in…
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Carried Away (A Poem)
Carried Away Scattered leaves, various shades of chrome-yellow, and currant, stream endlessly, carried away by the current over and over again leaves pass, not too dissimilar to discern the difference. However, without the underlying knowledge that there is change, there would only be insanity – Still, the water, seamlessly drifts – flashes of silver and…
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Too Many Mistakes (A Poem)
Well, i was laying on my side, melting into the mattress, liquid layers of vibrations, carrying me away. i was listening to my aura, as subatomic particles in mid flight; like a helicopter above and around my head. i felt the energy created through a lifetime my heart beats like a time bomb, everything whirring…
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The Net
Consciousness is like a net; it can either catch you, or trap you. We are here to discern change and differences. Which we do well, sometimes too well. Am I comfortable right now? Does this benefit me? Is this what I want? I’ve been here before. I need to name this feeling. Perhaps it’s not…
Daniel J Flosi is Consumed 