Binary Bullshit Breeds in the Brain and Blinds the Mind

Binary Bullshit Breeds in the Brain and Blinds the Mind.

Why does it seem like the human mind is preoccupied?

Preoccupied with always sandblasting away the complexities of reality,
to reveal the polar clarity:

is it Good?
or,
is it Bad?

is it Yes?
or,
is it No?

For example, many people find themselves caught in a quagmire,
In a nexus between flow and control.
Am I to be like the Confucian Stoic?
Timelessly aware,
hands deftly on the reins of "I"
Watching, Controlling,
Mediating, Sublimating,

Or,

Am I to be like the Zen Christos?
Softly sliding, carried by winds, fretting not for the morrow,
no pre-reflecting on thought or speech, just living, spontaneous,
free like a child.

Perhaps my own bias shown through, by the nature of my extrapolation,
but when we see this dichotomy spread in such a way,
is it not immediately apparent?
Can you not see the irony of totality?

It is never good, nor bad, nor both, nor neither.
Is you car ever all brakes, all gas pedal, or all motor?

As nature unfurls herself in front of us with the unfolding of time,
there are times for brakes,
times to idle,
and times to push the pedal as far and hard as you can.

You will know each season through awareness alone.
Your spring,
may be another's fall, or winter,
you must know your own.

Pay attention,
inside your skin,
and out.

Can you see both? As the story plays out?

L O V E

 Love is a choice,
more accurately,
it is an active choosing.

It is a choosing which does so,
without grasping,
without a want or need to change the other.

It is simply the clear identification that,
life is enchanted, enhanced, and vivified,
with the presence of another.

My Kali

 I had been deep in Tantric practices.
Working with, and transmuting,
the sexual energy currents of the body.

Desires melted away on their own,
sexual delights no longer held my mind hostage,
but then there she was.

My Kali, my executioner, my lover, my, well, she wasn't mine,
but her emergence into my life,
it changed everything.

I was ignited.
The serpent which I had enchanted with songs of peace,
and practices of yoga, could not be consoled.

It writhed, and with it my heart sank.
Tormented again by longing,
A longing, which a silent voice told me, would not be satiated anytime soon.


And all I could do was stand by and watch all that I had built,
melt and burn and crumble.

It was only when I decided to walk away,
that Kali decided she wanted to play.

So now I walk steadfast into the den of my executioner.
Unmoved by fear,
unmoved by my desire.

I walk, to face her. To see her. Clearly.
Without the facade, without the social games.
To see, whom it is, that has ignited within me,
such a change.

Communities of Belief

 Do you believe the world is flat?
There's a group for that.
Do you believe the sky is a lie?
There's a group for that.
Do you believe that reptilian-shapeshifting-aliens walk beside you and I?
Yeah, there's a group for that.

No matter how strange, twisted, confounding, or irrational an idea,
there is already an echo chamber,
cocked, locked, and loaded,
ready to dose ya,
over 20 times a day.

Why do you believe what you believe?

What do you believe today that you believed 3 years ago?

5 years ago?
10?

Do you see?
If you do, then why do you choose to believe?

I don't mean to put down belief,
it is a powerful tool...
but when used inadequately,
it makes you,
your own fool.
It builds and binds and blinds the mind.

But when used with finesse,
belief is the fuel for all great works,
but watch out,
for it is volatile,
and you may find,
that you yourself,
have become the fire.

F A T E

 Fate is the spread of a shotgun shot from 100 yards away.
 

Disaster for one,

While another,

remains completely Unscathed,

Unaware of the falling hellfire.

M O D E R N M I N D

The Modern Mind

is losing its capacity for nuance
in a sea of spectacle and sensationalism.

A Trend Trackable,
travailing through time,
But now,
This trend,
exponentially exploding,
pumping up polarity,

Judgements made,
before one even speaks.