Free Thought
B"H free thought is a forum to express my person- musings, struggles, joys, experience etc... Looking inwards and writing out, the words are secondary to that which is shared...
Monday, September 26, 2005
Sitting stamped before the head
The head year is coming and I am just sitting here stamped from between my eyes until my lower middle finger. Wrapped up in this thought throughout my learning. Seeing honesty I admit it to the One who sees me with eyes unknown. Untold glory arises to the head of the Gavel of immortality. I stand erect today with all of the brothers and we are at war. In covenant waged against fragmentation. This perfect truth returns the imbalance to the reveiled. In a scream I find the purpose of all creation. Ascending to the heights of expansion from this place I honestly admit again ..is what is. How can I deny anymore that which binds us to our creator in the most separating way. He whispers of holiness to me and I know only this day nightly moving in and out of darkness. This strength he upholds as a world unjustified in the shadow of righteousness. I will bind him to my heart between my eyes calling on the name again and again I will never die until it is here. Open your hands and let it all come into the space of now knowing the growth pattern emerges from the most secret integration. I lust in my heart of hearts to share intimately with innocence. Who is one and knows the other. Who is looking inside if not me. Who can learn my Torah. Come back to me heart of the world and we will swim in the stream of no place while yearning together of His time. Taken of me in this place of form I give nothing; taking is the bane of all who love. Pounding my heart aches now for my distance is pushing me to call out. I continue writing for inspiration is grasping always at the right words. I try to summon something of my yearning for you but these are just symbols of my inner true hope of a world renewed as of days of old.
Friday, September 09, 2005
soul waving
My soul is waving
me
around this time
peiced together
my being one
timed and tied
like sun flares
my emotions rage
against the tide
resisting
creating
pain
I confuse
the infinite simplicity
of being
i seek truth
free liberate me
onetouching
the daily grind
exploding inside my box
of body limits
how long
when will
i question these limitings
untill when
when
when
when
is this world
returning
oooohhhhhhhaaaaaaaahh
hhhhhuuummmpppphhhh
smack the table clapping
for the din sweetening
until
when will come the release
i am selfish in my need
but please be swift
to return me to my place
i wait
and wait and
wait
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaa
not yet huh
well ha hu zehl be zach
me
around this time
peiced together
my being one
timed and tied
like sun flares
my emotions rage
against the tide
resisting
creating
pain
I confuse
the infinite simplicity
of being
i seek truth
free liberate me
onetouching
the daily grind
exploding inside my box
of body limits
how long
when will
i question these limitings
untill when
when
when
when
is this world
returning
oooohhhhhhhaaaaaaaahh
hhhhhuuummmpppphhhh
smack the table clapping
for the din sweetening
until
when will come the release
i am selfish in my need
but please be swift
to return me to my place
i wait
and wait and
wait
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaa
not yet huh
well ha hu zehl be zach
Saturday, July 30, 2005
windows
windows and mirrors glass over my me
willowing sweetness to not be seen
livermoreing togetherness
in consistant looking
glassing over glaze the freedom sinks
in depths apart from and forever
internetted i-ing betweethed of won
gaze ofness wither-toped tender
nessting inter tubed
around the each
on said stoop often oscillated
being
i know this
weird portion of worded
spaced lettering
is
communicating all
weather is in the globe
of human sculling
i could go on
but won't
willowing sweetness to not be seen
livermoreing togetherness
in consistant looking
glassing over glaze the freedom sinks
in depths apart from and forever
internetted i-ing betweethed of won
gaze ofness wither-toped tender
nessting inter tubed
around the each
on said stoop often oscillated
being
i know this
weird portion of worded
spaced lettering
is
communicating all
weather is in the globe
of human sculling
i could go on
but won't
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
money makes
Whenever did I say that money rules me? I am chasing the life ellusive supporting this world material. Praying I say to myself it can come from above. Learning I see that this is what is asked of me. Whatever will be with this hereafter. I judge inlessly. endlessly. There is hope.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
this is what there is
how can my thoughts be wrong when I know them to be true. How can I know the ideal so vividly and yet in reality be very far from it. Drugs and imagination. I am a dreamer and am on the road to be a life-r a one-taste-r a G-d wrestler. I am decieved by the evil inclination. I am guided to the truth from my trust that others can help me see the truth of my own fantasy. I am trying to purify my self from illusion. The good in everything decieves me to ignore the evil. I am far from truth. But I am on my way. I am broken yet supported. I must have self mastery to elevate the world around me. I must be one to make the world one. I must have a teacher to walk the spiritual path in truth. I must trust his guidance even when I do not understand. I must free my mind from the influence of movies the media and the like. I must find what is called Kadosh. I must find tahor in myself and then the world. I am open again to the mystery and the wonder. I am empowered to take control of my life. I must arise in the morning determined to see a way. There is a path of empowered faith in your ability to actualize the complete potential of God's will...
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
dancing
music is not about the end. A composition is not about the end or the best conductors would be the quickest and the best composers would only compose finales. In dancing also you do not aim for a certain point in the room. You just are...dancing. We are educated from birth something that is totally different. We are graded and placed in this corridor and urged like a little kitty until we make it to first grade and then elementary and highschool and then graduate school and then you end up selling insurance and waiting for some IT. But we were hoaxed and told this life was about some it that will be in the future. While in truth it was a musical thing and we were supposed to be dancing and listening to the music of God speaking to us and moving us. We also think we are different than the music. We are the music. We are the world and this is Gods world and it is dancing... man. So wake up and start listening. Don't be fooled by the established way. Let Him move you and you will join in this symphony of life .
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Choosing life
Choosing is living as happy is free. Peacefully I settle into my space as my mind tries to run. The tension ebbs and flows coming and going but to my breath I return and feel release. Tension demands action peace allows inaction. Peaceful people are not in need and they don't demand. Now I don't need to know; my being is enough. My service is filled with devotion and begging. It feels great because everything is a secret again. My children sit on my shoulders and rub my head. I listen to music. I write to you. There is joy and there is freedom. The only goal is to sing and pray to G-D all the days of your life. My child kisses my head. She sings only to Him. To remain happy is not to be in a state of pleasure but in a place of selflessness. To make a leap of faith is to trust ones deepest intuition. The world is a test for those who wish to taste the eternal. We must seek freedom within responsibility. Happiness within the broken. infinite within the finite. Our ships are our bodies, we must return to our ships. We must dance to flow the stilling water where the algeae klipa grow. This is it. We are already here for the world that is coming is upon you. We can only yearn and joy, G-d's revelation can strike at any moment. We must be looking. This is all.
Adam
Adam
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