In this new way of being, I Look for less data then awareness.
A new way of seeing is watching all ways of doing that shakes me into well worn ruts of familiar feelings.
That well worn feeling of the rut of going, a place to busy to feel.
Striving to achieve, to a place of never good enough.
A sudden halt in my left eye sight and patterns. So violent a pain behind and inside feeling the synapses of connection into the beyond space and time.
Trying to speak and stay true to this experience, this vibration.
A Feeling of disharmony, right brain ocean crashing waves, rolling in rhythm and left brain linear march of an army solders with their tic tic of boots clicking in a straight line.
The wave has no words only sensation and the solders have a structure, a form, a way from A to B each in step knowing this well worn pattern.
I am of this knowing that all is contained within the stillness, held right under the waves.
Yet rut of known patterns of marching in step with my very smart lined up solders. First this, then that. Oh never really coloring in the lines, not really trusting what resides out of line. Yet always knowing I’m called into the water.
Stopped in what is in my knowing, no longer able to see. Closing off to all outside stimuli. Can you feel the pine cone shaped gland behind the eyes turning up the volume? Dive deep, turn off the projector of your left eye, go everywhere as you go no where.
Language comes through as waves of emotion, sound emitted through the web of light, transmitting a language that your soul pulses.
Follow the transmission into the abyss, no one will need to understand, all will be felt, sensed. This new awareness is the data. Shapes that sound make, color never before sensed. A road map found in an ocean wave.
One dot following the other all in a circle of connection each one a part of the other a place of still point.
How does this work?
The ability to do and not do?
To see without seeing?
Electricity without wires plugged in?
Plug into water its shape shifting abilities.
Water invisible in a cloud.
Steam entering into ice to flow again into invisible.
Stay still, breath of water see shapes in the sound of wind.
Prompt Sydney Creaghan “I look less for data then awareness, when I realize that there is no gain in this for me”
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