Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Awakening

The long sleep have perhaps shaken your veins, but inside you knew... that every world is born from cosmic egg, anew.
So let me remind you why are you still alive, there is not much to say, except maybe through looking glasses of you average (as you might call it) day.
There is of course no way, how I could dare to interpret that on my own. It is up to you to shape your destiny, the shallow rocks of determinism have no power over you.
But they will make you believe that. They would like that.

I am not talking about new world conspiracies, save that for scammers and fearmongers.
Only conspiracy I see is the conspiracy of your low self-esteem. Earn your respect, not arrogance and let all your wounds be healed.

Like a touch of summer breeze, the bear is awoken. Awaiting the unspoken, awaiting the new ideas from his mind. A little shy, that is to be understood. But he will wander into arms of sun and then, almost blinded, not used to this light, he will awake.

That or lose his eyesight, he might.



Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Progress

Nowadays it seems that all the science seeks is the sound of progress.
However you turn the big picture upside down, it is the embellishment of our species.
In the short time with a little trial and error we have constructed so many from so little. Sometimes are our ways a little too much invasive for our own good. Yet we could still flip off the universe in our self-sustained crusade which continues to this day.
But flaws of our psyche blocks the path to the paradise. It is so hard to move this boulder toward the golden gates, yet some of us chose to use only one hand or only chest to move this metaphor of trials. There is only one thing needed for us to succeed. Opened mind. This is so delicate concept that not even the preachers and scientists can understand.
Nobody is right.

There is no sense anymore in being right. Possessing the truth like it's commodity. If the veritas would be commodity, then its price would dance more than fire sprites in the night. Truth changes its color in time.

No, the importance is to transcend. To find what is above the truth. That my friend, that is progress.

And I don't mean silly conspiracy fetishist or raving madmen. I mean people who can open to the world. Like a child sans paradigmatic criticism.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Paralysis

The touch itself scratched the surface of the shell where my heart laid.
The lie lies in oversized expectations of our futures. However, our natures, tainted by bravado of monetary greed, still seek the way to achieve freedom of body, soul and mind.
Whoever those three will find, it would be kind, if he would share his treasure to all mankind.

Praying mantis smiles, the green sun melts down all your hopes and dreams. No matter how much you struggle, you find yourself paralyzed. I've analyzed this so far, there is no way for you to survive. What else to do than just wait the kiss of the executioner?

Yet courage doesn't fade so easily. Take your hand even though it isn't there, allow yourself to burn the spiritual flame of detest against the oppression, fear what they have harbouring for you.

Dance in the death, no other choice than swing through the night of eternal horrors. When I am running out of metaphors, let your fantasy backstab my letters.
Every time when the thunder clasps, clasp with him, smile till the breakthrough is made. There is long journey to be sane, even longer to be so insane, that you'll understand why sane are insane. So you better pack your things, we're leaving. Leaving your paralyzed mind.

Look up to the people who lost and yet they have continued the road. Real winner lose cannot. That is the bottom line, bon mot.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Impulse

Spontaneous combustion of your willpower shall surely make your mind tingle.
It is a strange jingle, this single affection, leading to red-eyed personas hidden in the mist.
Everything we do, its merely saying "YES" or "NO" to the instincts singing into the ears of evolution.
There is no clear solution, if the higher are our morals than our natural souls. What is even our nature?
Humankind matured into doubting mass, questioning life whenever they please.
Yet can we really sleep at ease after all this philosophical cooking? No. The road to understanding ourselves and our impulses is a road with no safe haven, eternal piligrimage.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Belief

It's easy and hard at the same time to forge the steel of believing.
When leaving your rational thoughts behind, deep in your mind you keep doubting everything.
You smile and conspire about the hidden yet base truth how the world spins around its rusty axis. But in practice, it's kind of hard to find the answer riddling your heart.

Everything is possible, yet you mustn't be blinded by zealots and fools. For only the tools hidden in ruse of klutz yet charismatic speakers will allow belief to stop the progress of the universe.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Society

It all boils down to individuality, in our western mindset. Nobody is modest, nobody is honest, everybody wants to win the race with grace, not knowing the price every member of society pays for him.
Allowing him to live any dream on a single whim.
Don't be a sheep, a husk without creativity, yet never underestimate intrepidity around you, in the flames of hearts of friends, building stones of your path.
image: John the Baptist Praching by Pieter Brueghel the Younger

Friday, November 18, 2011

Fame

Fame, fame,
oh how minute and far from absolute.
Every minute you're gained and lost.
And when you are needed most, you are beyond grasp.
Usually they ask about the celebrities when they lie in the dirt, forgotten,
only to be awakened by the glorious mourning in the morning.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Knowledge


It has its taste, the taste of power,
be it sober pragmatism or mystical dancing of poets.
And every secret revealed in the rain of understanding
or through the eyes of different human being.
That is the beginning of the wild chase for the knowledge.

At the edge of mind lies that gray area, ready to be discovered,
mysteries uncovered in an blink of eye.

If you seek the intellect of the ages, you will find it in mazes of your brain, hidden, boiling.
Happy hunting, may you'll find to your liking knowledge within.

illustrated West African symbol of knowledge, life-long education and continued quest for knowledge; Nea Onnim

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Hopelessness

Those times when nothing makes sense, when even burning incense makes you laugh,
those are desperate times indeed and you are in need of relief, in need of levity stemming from brevity of life.
Don't worry if your only necklace is made from troubles. Soon it dissolves, just don't bathe in the distasteful waters of cortisol.

By the time I am this writing I am in pinch, my friend, but nevertheless I make time to send the message of easing minds. Hope is found and hope is lost, hope is currency of motivation.
Its radiation makes fertile grounds green with lust and just people full of must.

I had to surrender this day. At least there is another one in store for me.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Conciliation

My arrogance has made more damage than ecstasy to me.
Only now I am able to see the misery which have brought my hubris,
but I will not falter to the evil brows of saturnine mentors from the past.
At last I think my soul is at peace.

It takes part brain, part inner self and part motivation, starvation of artist's fantasy.
Lazy ones will be eaten by the active and bigger fishes.
Every last one of my wishes came true. What is worse is the fact, that not every one of them
were what I was seeking.

I am looking at you from the finish line of this race, yet I know that blades of the future are behind me.
While the blood falls on my neck I am rooting for you to finish too.

There is no fear in conciliation.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Victory

What a painful road before me lies, peppered with lies of my foes.
Those who have died already or surrendered in my wake
have awakened doubt in my heart and reason to panic.
My life, static as it is, catapulted toward the emotionless abyss.

Even at the brink the of death, smile with me my friends.
There is no matter if we win or lose this fight, important is to fight.
The thought itself is so absurd, I hope it will at least make you warm
in the desert nights of spies, cloaks and daggers.

No matter how weak and sad your existence is, you are victorious till the bitter end.
Challenging the life itself with death.
Challenging the death itself with childlike courage.


Sunday, November 13, 2011

Word

To apply a symbolic meaning to a sound...
how human-like.
In spite of simple noise, those words can hurt your bones,
not only sticks and stones can do that.
Sad and happy, vengeful and tranquil, they come in all colors.
As they follow the line of thought, crystalline silver cord of associations,
they disappear with actions and forgetfulness of morning sun.
They shun ignorance and build power.
The aid they make can be misused the same.
Curses and mistakes of vocal resonance.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Resistance

My stance in this stanza remains still no matter what.
Hence I am ready for anything that fate throws under tires of vehemence.
Some call it stasis or gulibility, the disparity and depravity of mind.
However mankind for some time have admired the rebel fighting against the breaths of tyrants,
Draconian advisors of ill-minded kings since the dawn of society.
Piety guide my hand as I will stand and fall to no man. Resistance in my heart.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Voice

The words themselves are only concepts
hidden behind the wall of mind.
Each sound must find its meaning
deceiving our world with symbolic speaking.

Be wary traveler, for the power of voice is not for anybody.
I dare you to listen one day what others have to say.
Not every one of them is wise, clever or strong;
it all boils down to the accented power of their voice.

And if you had a choice to follow a leader,
would you defile the speaker, who spoke so sweetly
that you buried deeply every doubt in salts of tomorrow?

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Gravity

No matter if the weight is on your shoulders
or on the head of the Earth,
you will always sense that feeling letting you down
away from childish thoughts, to the core of the world.
And humans can't fly, we have lost our wings,
we were afraid to die. Now we can just smile...
Nevermind, I believe that we can find them again,
hidden under the crust of rusted dreams from our prehistory,
waiting to be rediscovered by the dark light of third eye.

Do not let the gravity kill the levity of the life, my friend.
You can't cancel the physical laws, but your mind will be free always.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Repetition

It doesn't have to be this way.
It doesn't have to be this way.
Repeating each day like an animated photocopier.
Repeating each day like an animated photocopier.
Open your eyes and inhale the air.
Open your soul and inhale the air.

Say, by the way, if I may, I will accent the fact
that it's no easy way to prevent from being this way.
But lay down the facts on me, are you happy?
Living for a dollar from day to day, keeping evil things at bay.
Like a gullible puppy hiding from the rain when world is in disarray.

The color of life has lost its saturation.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Flow

No reason in stopping now.
See that is the way the world revolved today, around you.
Have you noticed at all, that your fall won't stop the flow
of everlasting energy, woven into synergy of powers.
You have to continue, who is with me?
Pointless is to swim against the tide.
Better is to enjoy the random ride to the seaside
or just revel in the stride across the streets
where the eye meets with you, oh so tired.
Every step moves your body away and towards the salvation,
away from the prison, into the sun.
It is important to finish what you've done.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Fragrance

I have scent for every emotion,
every emotion for every pain,
every pain for every love,
every love for every hate,
every hate for every date,
every date for every event
every event for every scent.

The fragrance which you have sent,
like a bright color into my eyes.
Stays in the air which I must breath,
understanding the logic hidden beneath
the simple structure of enjoyment.

It's kind of sad, needs to be said,
that every smell must fade away.
I have to say, in every way
I miss the fragrance of my day.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Breath

Simply the breath, that currency of life
we need to be happy, so breathe with me
you will see that being is easy
as breathing.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Optimism

I love optimism. It is my way of expressing myself. However, I am not stereotypical naïve happy man, I seek the joy in the dark and unpleasant things. The so called "black optimism" of Friedrich Nietzsche shines with blacklight on my philosophical path of understanding this world with the usage of my irrational arsenal hidden inside me.
What is this kind of optimism? Well, I will tell you. You will simply accept the world as bad pile of junk, yet you will not despair, you will continue your struggle until you feel like you're at home here.
It was always hard for me to understand the rains of complaints from the mouths of darkest pessimists. There is no constructive solution, never. Everyone can nag all day long, but the actions are those which should guide our lives.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Darkness

As Dante I've stepped at the edge of hell's gates
under heavy artillery of stares of my mates.
Purgatory locked forever, hidden behind the wall
of the soil under which mortals will boil
in their karmic flavour.

But where else then in darkness can you find
the right place where the light is oh so kind.
So take up your lantern of happiness
and let's kill this grayness with saint John's help.

No point in lighting the light places, so let's dance in shadows,
under trees in Elysium meadows.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Dauntlessness

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear—not absence of fear. Except a creature be part coward it is not a compliment to say it is brave; it is merely a loose application of the word. Consider the flea! — incomparably the bravest of all the creatures of God, if ignorance of fear were courage.
 --Mark Twain, Pudd'nhead Wilson


Imagine human being completely devoid of emotions, a stoic's dream you might say. Can we really label such a person as fearless? I doubt it, because only existence of emotion shows any kind of struggle which emotionless people can't savor.
Fear is the primal emotion, part of our true and instinctive nature. Father fear was following humankind in its footsteps from the very beginning, because there are simply times when there is no space for difficult computations of brain and we have to jump to conclusions. Our survival depended on it. And even though we should honor him for doing so, it is time for our growing up from education of the father Fear. We should realize that he was great mentor, yet we have already tasted dangers of the world and appreciated the risks and strings attached. The Fear gave us discipline, but we should not allow to be terrorized by him forever. Without the dauntlessness of our souls will humans never leave the puddle of mediocrity.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Preparation

Crying over spilled milk won't help you. Remember, every milk on the ground has its story how it was spilled. And most of us don't even reflect our errors and mistakes. Simply because it is not so pleasant as to bask in our successes. Professional chess players know this well (works for any competition, really) - analyze your lost games. Victories are not so important. Wisdom can't be learnt, only gained... and exactly from this. From the spilled milk.
That said, I don't believe we should act like there is no tomorrow. Responsibility and consequences, especially of other human being weighs heavily upon us. While we are not bound to be slaves of altruism, categorically there is a golden rule of ethics we should follow to maintain sane stability in this universe. This rule is a subject to flexibility, but nevertheless, it is still a rule.
When they laugh at oracles and mentalists, I get it. Yet they do not realize, that humans can really predict. It is not a magic. Not a psi phenomena. It simply is. Let's call it instinct. The less you think about your predictions, the more are paradoxically true. How does it work? I cannot say. But it saved my life plenty of times. The most noble and known label of this thing is "intuition", stereotypically bolted into the females, but really it is in every person. Some listen to it, some don't. Some have even trained to shout so loud in their head that it practically cannot be heard and intuition becomes false intuition. Know this, the most pure, quickest and simplest call from the subconsciousness, that is most of the time what we are seeking. Let's all learn to listen to that voice. We will be prepared.
And if not, at least we learn something new.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Death

What else is here to tell
than the story's end?
When I fell
on the battlegrounds of sand
of times and my sins
I felt it finally and definitely.
Never tasted the water of lives since
my body damaged so badly.

Death is final answer for life's all questions.
The biggest fear.
Mountain of religions built around one endless pit.
And of course, Death is the final challenge. Everything you have made this far in the face of the transcendental darkness.
The person able to face it is truly fearless - and that skill is not free, it has to be built from scratch from experience you gain during your lifetime.
But because we still have some time, let's realize the simple fact.
We are living to die eventually, but we are not living for the death.
So not enjoying life is like wasting time which was given to us.
But what is there to be afraid of? After all, in dying there is no fear. Fear itself dies with you.
 I am not implying that death is anything beautiful or worth looking forward to. But it is greatest mystery of humankind. Even in this age, I find it poetic, that some secrets are almost impenetrable to our sharp technologies.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Work

What is the meaning of work you asked me.
Well, somebody would say that it is meaning of life... and other would say that all the work and no fun makes Jack a dull guy.
The truth lies somewhere in the middle. Human being tend to seek their usefulness in the life. The problem is, these fulfillment should be primarily for themselves, not for money or fame. But let's be realistic, everybody has to live somehow, our wretched bodies still hungering for more energy and our compassionate minds protecting whole families - that can't be done with plain philosophing. Yet the hate and sadness coming from unsatisfied lives, it makes you think.
When you walk in the forest, do you use your eyes? Or you just skim past the trees, not noticing gentle details and fascinating scenery? I tend to skim, but then I always realize how poor is my experience then. Now imagine, work is often very dull, stressful and tiresome routine.
There is old belief, stemming from many eastern doctrines, that even the biggest boring grayness of our live can be colored with our ability to feel and enjoy anything we do.
Imagine your work, imagine how it is not a punishment or means of survival. Imagine it is an art, which cannot only give you money, fame or good feeling. A long forgotten art. Everybody around you is artist copying each day the same and weary stuff. But you, oh no. You do the same things, yet in different mindset. I challenge you, just try this. Like you're an actor in life's play and your performance is for your pleasure, nothing else. Sure, there are consequences of every action, but it doesn't bother you. You just continue in the play, breathing through the whole work. Find the enjoyment in unenjoyable.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Solution

Each problem is just a solution away, they say.
May I remind you again that there is only one way
how to move the world around and standing still just won't cut it.
It is always difficult, that feeble first step, yet fear was never my master,
but a simple advisor, hidden behind the wall of the mind of my youth.
As I write this down, I am swimming in my thoughts, seeking, searching, trying to uncover new paths.
Most of them were hidden under grass of doubts, weeds choking me with words of complaining.
Let's kill them with the herbicides of constructive solution.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Security

Our world isn't exactly secure, I think you already know that. We spend so much time on building the system, that would allow us live happily and without a doubt of a dark future. Yet every day is filled with uncertainty. And I say, let the chaos have its fun. For it would be dim and gray, to live in security. Allow me to raise my objections.
Our golden cages have already spread their viruses of comfort to our bodies. Our ancestors could last an entire winter outside, we shiver even if somebody mentions the word "snow". Is this the evolution that science fables? We have given the evolution to the machines. Do not get me wrong. I am far from being a Luddite. But it is important to cultivate both sides of the coin. To maintain that delicate balance on which is entire universe based.
My solution is simple. Leave your worries about security of your life. Just leave them. Your mind will be lifted from the iron chains of stress. At least that is guaranteed. Now focus on the now. See your path before you, no definite boundaries. And go. Walk. Walk with courage.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Ease

After tormenting years of achieving and distant aspiration, it is wise to stay here, traveler. Next to me is the fountain of forgetfulness, the Lethe and kiss of emptiness. But be wary, the waters flowing here are very addictive. You may lose your sense of meaning in life. Becoming a lost soul deep down in lost generation. A rebel without a cause. People tend to forget who they really are.
Because it is very strainful to stay in the awareness, awake and prepared. This simple lucidity, which we take for granted, is the beacon of reason and wisdom, shining through our path. Nevertheless, there is a certain pain attached to it. Sitting under boddhi tree, realizing, realizing.
Suicide must be one of those retreats, another one leads to hedonism. Those extremes don't sound well to my ear, so I carefully remember my reason. I become at ease with myself. Then, relaxation becomes my life and will no longer be needed. It will be the nature of my existence.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Ardor

I can't stop.
Encased in passions, wandering in fires of glory.
You feel sorry for my taste, naming my versatile mind a waste.
I wish you understood that it is better to burn out than to lose the flame.
Complainers all around the globe, that nothing really matters
in the sea of post-modernity, sniveling their angst at me.
I find this funny, just how they are missing the
variety of life, hidden in mundane mud of our plight.
Yet the gold dust won't corrode in the sea of time.
And I can still look forward to the dusk and dawn.
While the sun is above me and air inside me,
I will stay ardent, high on life.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Mind

I am not you, just a tool through which you can be me.
Humankind were afraid to examine me deeply
enough for them to know the errors of the past.
When the death will shake your hand, I predict eternal blackness.

But you do not believe me, do you?
Doubt me, yet trust me, I am just a tool through which you can perceive.
And still, something more.
Hives of neuromodules. Scream of neurons. Lakes of neurotransmitters.
Dehumanized metaphor of homo sapiens sapiens.

Follow my lead or build your own free will
by paradoxically inhibiting me.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Waste

Nulla dies sine linea, said once painter Apelles. It means that you should not allow single day without "a line." It is important to realize that procrastination and delaying is just how our lazy mind and body works. But we have to transcend them and become active. The path is painful and tiresome, yes, we will sweat the blood by the end of the day. But realization that we have made some progress could keep us warm for at least one day.

The taste of time well spent is better then bitter tea made from the wasted time.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sweat

Blood of the work and memento of payday.
Tears of muscles under heavy load.
Juices of mind flowing to veins
and rain from the dusty runner's road.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Emptiness

Each one of us must once stare into the dark mouth, spiraling in the meaningless existence. As we wander about and ask ourselves questions about the meanings and aspirations, our spirits diminish. It is like the taste of bland sky without the rain. I think everybody knows what I am talking about, yet we're often so suprised from those experiences. The emptiness and lack of motivation inside us. Nothing makes us happy.
Yet try to look on the problem outside the box. Specifically, look east. In many Buddhist schools is this feeling the aim of creatures. Nirvana. They don't think about empty heart as a disadvantage, quite the contrary - it is strenght. Emptiness is the positive thing on many levels.
Who's right? Does it matter? I say this, whenever you feel down in the dumps, try to enjoy that feeling of motivationless existence. Build tranquility from the sadness, so you can use your strength another day.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Revival

Phoenix will rise from its ashes again.
And he'll do it when you don't expect it.
Blinded by fire, scared and scarred by his presence,
submitting to the sudden change of events.
It's time for a dramatic entrance.
Wake up. For your sleep took too long.
Show them the meaning of gaining the second breath.


Thursday, October 20, 2011

Regret

Whatever you do
your mind makes it true.
Whatever you do,
do not regret your actions
which sprouted reactions
everywhere around you.
I have learned one thing
more valuable than you think.
Whatever happens,
it is good that it happened.
Negative experiences
jeweled the road ahead
made my emotions sad
but my inner self knew
that every new view
could enlighten me.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Euphoria

I think you'll agree that there are two types of shocking events. The ones that bring happiness to your life and other ones are not so happy. But both bring forth the transformation of mind and heart, making your life never boring and continuing this biggest play you're partaking in.
Don't you ever feel the beautiful blue flame inside you, when you're feeling pumped up? That strange feeling which is unique from person to person, yet everybody calls it similarly - euphoria. It is a peak, a climax, the meaning of your strife. And when you reach it, you tend to relax and laugh at all your past problems. Even if fleeting, enjoy that catharsis.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Idea

At first it is silent. Then you hear the scream.
Satori. Kenshou. Whatever it means?
All my life I wondered, pondered about what to do to make the others value me.
Then you came, when I was sane. After you left I no longer were.
But that creative spark went to my heart and started a forest-fire there.
Allow me to kiss a flamethrower and sing until my days I over.
Revolution of the mind.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Delight

How to make someone happy? That is so easy and hard at the same time. Those who seek the great happiness, fame, fortune and other big stuff, they are bound to find that all those things never gave them real happiness. It is strange, but as the old saying goes, small things can grant more happiness than big ones. But that is known.
I tell you just this. Learning to appreciate everything around you isn't thinking small. It is just making a paradise on this world. Even when eating distasteful food and listening to your adversaries, it is wise to try to find at least a speck of delight. With time you will train yourself to be able to see it much clearly. It is muddy river, full of trash. But with time you will see the small fishes swimming inside this toxic wasteland. And you will take them out of this poisonous waters, clean them. Eat them. Those fish are beautiful thing passing by in your life, because you can't see them through clouds of anger.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Compassion

I have forgotten all your sins.
I have forgotten that you do not forget mine.
I leave you with that, be silly, angry at me.
Although believe me, your wrath has done more damage to yourself than myself.
If you leave the beast alone, it will not show your teeth.
And if it does, than you can defend yourself.
And if you can't, I will defend you.
That is compassion.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Satisfaction

Isn't it all about this?
The single road leading into the transcendental place, where you can finally be happy and complete. That is what you seek, am I right, traveler?
But what will you do after that and eons after that? Will you just dally in this oily satisfaction? The movement of our soul can't be stopped so easily. We are from the beginning to the end wild coyote spirits, never ever ceasing to hunt our prey. Because we don't want to rob ourselves from our meaning, our purpose. This all you probably know, traveler.
What if I said to you the most absurd premise. That satisfaction is meaningless motivation killer. No need for that. Sure, you have your needs, but needs does not equal satisfaction. You are already satisfied with your life, no matter how tenuous and painful it is. You have some needs and strives, but if you seek satisfaction, the fact you are still alive and able to formulate this thought, isn't it satisfying?
Wait, traveler. Don't show your back to me yet. I know you will seek satisfaction nevertheless. That is fine. But I beg you - do not forget the old wise saying. Journey is more important than your goal. Journey is goal.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Frustration

When you were younger you liked my tales about the will-o'-the-wisps. But you never really believed me until I took you to the swamp and we watched them flicker. Of course, you were a little kid then, so I crafted majestic tales about their origin, like every self-respected folk tale teller would said.
And then, in the light of those ghastly lights, you realized that everything is possible in this world. Yet you have not learned the importance of the doubt by that time. You tried to catch them, even though they were only a chemical lights.
Like the wild chase for the pot of gold somewhere at the end of the rainbow.
That feeling when you are almost touching the object you desire, yet you fail to grasp it.
It brings our mind to the boiling point. Frustrated, we tend to surrender and choke under the chains of the fate which we have forged ourselves.
Each time you will feel like losing under the pressure of failure, remember that nothing ventured is nothing gained. Never surrender son, it is often only just our laziness that forces us to submit.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Meditation

We were building for ourselves a prison for an entire millennia. The prison of our own mind. And when I say this, I do not want you to imagine that the reason, thoughts or phantasy bounded us into the slavery. No. I am talking about superstition, ill expectance, doubt and dogmas.
Why live in the garden, if you can wander into the jungle. Of course, the wilderness offers much more danger than the simple and cultivated backyard. But the willingness to delve deep inside the unknown brings forth the revolution of our ways.
The wayfaring brilliant ideas and entire evolution of humankind would not be simply possible without the right mixture of rational and irrational, optimistic and pessimistic, scientific and artistic.
Meditation is but one of the ways how to soothe brain from overindulgence of burdening dust, accumulated in your head from traumas, experiences and psychic storms crafted by unfortunate events. They have built wall for you, which you forced yourself to believe that you can't overcome it.
If you can at least try to be a tabula rasa for just a minute, it could open you new world of possibilities. It is hard and it is much easier said than done. Yet why not try it, why not learn to control your mind. Or do you like the idea of mind controlling you?

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Pain

I am your ally, yet you despise me.
I am trying to warn you about things that could happen to you.
Most of the times, you wish I was dead.
Yet experience can't be gained without me.
I am the harshest mentor there is.
And have no numbers on my paycheck.
You wish me bad, I wish you good.
Homeland security of the body.
I am your pain.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Haste

From time to time
it seems just fine
to dine on emotions
and forget motions
that would worry you
that would made you blue.
Just sit back, enjoy the ride,
do not let the hearts collide,
relax your mind.
It is easy, you'll find.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Order

I don't like you a bit, said the Chaos.
Yet you know as well as I that our extremes are the reason why is the balance possible, replied Order.

How truly ironic is the fact that free will isn't actually about what you can do, but what you can forbid yourself to do. Don't believe me? Just read the old experiments with chronometers and then you will get the point of today's story. We have to create our own rules. That is the reason why order isn't pointless. But it must be our own order. Order of the mind.
Whenever you're craving some muffins, you will realize, that the mind is way ahead of you. Just before you take your hand to reach delicious stuff, the mind has already been there. Silently watching and controlling. Imagine that you stop your hand halfway through. That is inhibition. Cancelation of the order of your brain.
But you must posses great strength to argue with your own body. And that strength is our advantage if properly used.
We are stronger than our mind. Let's kill the mind. To become no-mind.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Adaptability

Murderers came to my home,
brought the fire and stone.
To their surprise,
I was sweating ice,
laughing at their terror
they realized the error
of underestimating
human evolution and adaptability.

Imagine for a while with me, that the world's axes would spin like the head of an alcoholic for a few centuries. How would you know how to dress? Arctic weather would be dancing slowly around, every morning could be beautiful winter or beautiful summer. Plants would die, unable to adapt their delicate chlorophyll-soaken bodies to the new rave dance of reality. And animals would follow, baking or freezing themselves to death.
This is an extreme condition.
Even humans, which apparently excelled in the adaptation so far would not stand a chance.
Yet I must look at our evolution and sigh in awe - how far we have come, how far will we go? We are devastating, egoistical bunch, not paying respect for our cradle that is the Earth. But despite all odds, we're surviving on the massive scale. Our technologies are stimulated by the challenge that life could end any time and our glorious history would be laughing stock for the aliens of some sort. I am exaggerating a lot. Let it be inspiration for us and let's compromise our bravado with the needs of other living forms here or anywhere else.



Saturday, October 8, 2011

Harmony

It's all about the relations. Don't believe me? Friend, just look at the music, relationships, economy, chemistry...
Alone is nothing in this world, loneliness is the fictional diarrhea of self-absorbed people. Every action carries significant consequence. And that is the bane of excessive egoism. Our mind tends to wander only in his own playground, never able to expand beyond its backyard.
What would be evil without good and beauty without the ugliness. Humans can only comprehend extremes, because there is relationship of contrast between them.
The moment every part of the work touch itself, that is the harmony among the anything you can imagine. The music of spheres as would the Pythagoreans said.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Challenge

The sun is boiling my head to the unpleasant degrees. Deep in my mouth is the kiss of the sand, forcing me to choke and merrily filling my lungs with the garbage that could possibly stop my breathing skill. If I could see the blue and sincere sky above, there would be the silhouettes of vultures, because I can hear their voices, coming from the heavens.
Death is the final challenge. Humans have built their life around the ability to refuse to take this challenge. It is in itself a quest of its own, searching, understanding and accepting various facts of this reality.

"We can't live in the paradise."

What would be the reason of our living, if the plentiful times would come in our time? I find it hard to believe, that our existence is only for pure hedonism. In most cases, enjoyment is simply a reward for our ambitions and will to go on. Suicide of boredom and worthless despair isn't a sin. It is a simple sign of cowardice.

"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts..."
--W. Shakespeare, As You Like It
Let it be for a fleeting moment, that the world is simply a game. The ability to see it in this light could bring levitas to the heaviest philosophies.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Conflict

Could it be a better name suited for man's relationship with the world an also with himself?

Turns out that our eternal struggle, as the Heraclitus of Ephesus would like to hear, is the great part of the nature of the reality. Yet we despise it! We despise our animalistic nature, still even in this day is nearly impossible for us to inhibit our instincts and forceful solutions.
Technology and knowledge have aged well, but we couldn't say the same about our emotions and equilibrium. Most of us are overreacting spoiled brats or passive aggressive cynics, without any gratitude for the plight of the life. There is no denying in the pain we feel all around us, however, it is with few exceptions always the pain we have brought on ourselves. There is no hope in escaping the conflict, it must be resolved. First of all, the struggle within and then we can continue, even to the stars.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Doubt

While the element of the doubt can indeed make us totally powerless, still I think it is our right, while we're standing at the edge of the cliff, looking down to the abyss of the painful needles and eyes of the past. The question is: what is right? Is there a line among those ideals? The solution is plain and simple, the voice within us. However, our gut feelings can indeed be very unclear and chaotic. Free will have the tendency to wander in the forests of long forgotten faiths.
The result will be bloody and gory. What is the most fascinating is the simple conundrum, that without the doubt, we would live almost perfect life. The agnostics would suffer and shrivel under the rule of certainty. And everything would make the sense. But in the real life, the meanings will often become so intertwined with many ideals, ideas and persons and the process will leave so many problems in its trail. There is last prayer at the end, may you never doubt your actions. All of us act irrational from time to time. Yet, there is no meaning in regret. None than pain of the soul.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Tranquility

Tell me friend, what is the calmest thing you have ever experienced?

Softest silk on my eyes.
The heaviness of heart of smallest size.

Temperature that gives you nor chills nor sweat.
Simple meal consisting of soft bread.

Walk while you talk with a friend.
The music you hear when your wounds mend.

Sky screaming colors inside my head.
Earthly problems lying in coffin, dead.

Realization of every pain in the world.
And still not doing what is blindly told.

Just breathing the tea,
and drinking air,
every day we are closer to the salvation
of our body, soul and mind.
Will you too be able to find
tranquility...?




Monday, October 3, 2011

Time

Time... time waits for no man. You will learn this lesson again and again and again, until the very time will resonate within you... words like death, decay and destruction; but also change, revolution and flow. Most painful for human being is the lack of understanding of the time. Our minds tend to wander, seek places inside it. But time isn't the same as space. Space is something we can go through, search for new locations along the axes of our three dimensions. But time tends to go one dimensionally. And we can't do anything about it. It is the lack of control that scares anyone.
Maybe that's why was written so many fictions about time traveling. We want to be masters of our fate, not just pawns in the chess game we can not even conceive. Many philosophers and scientists contemplated about the real substance of the time, some of them deemed it fictional construct of human mind, others the physical constant entangled in many interesting and hypothetical phenomena.
What matters for the average Joe is the fact, that time exists - construct or not. We use it as a guide and our tendency to compare everything to time brings many issues out of the background to the plain sight. Mortality of human beings. My future. Future of the world. The end of the world. All those themes are so strong that they strike a spark of doubt even in the most stable persons.
I think that the solution lies in the fact that we must free our minds of this time dependent paradigm and live life in its purest and simple moment. At any rate that is really the only thing we can do.


Sunday, October 2, 2011

Expectance

Honestly, I don't know... should I even bother to do this?
The voice resonated and attracted my attention. I was standing in line, when I noticed poor wretch of the man, sitting on the chair, hands trembling and voice broken with oily self-pity. Everybody ignored him, but I somehow couldn't. When I finished the queue, I deposited all my money from inheritance to my account, praying that it will be safe and more useful there. Young female clerk winked at me... or maybe I was just too tired and started seeing flirtatious things all around me. I smiled in reply and went to the exit. Well, the man was still sobbing. I couldn't help myself. I asked him what's the matter.
I had great planes, high ambitions. I was once very young like you, full of vitality. And now, what of it? I just didn't have the guts to fulfil my long awaited dream.
Well I asked him why he went here and make a public disgrace of himself?
His reply sounded bitter: Because, my friend, I wanted to fulfill my dream, but just couldn't. I wanted to do it here.
I thought, well he needs money. He wants to withdraw it, but just doesn't see the point in it. He's older than anybody I have seen and thinks to himself, what is the point? I can take all my money out of the bank and go to the holiday at the golden beaches of Côte d'Azur, or go wrestling with the unforgiving clock of the age anywhere else. But why?
The motivation speaker in me rose to my mind and took control: Well, don't be afraid old-timer! There is never too late to enjoy the money. Sure, you have the best years of life in the trash can, but everybody needs vacation from the time to time. I say, go for it! No matter what it is, I said with the smile.
The guy apparently warmed up and stopped looked so grim and depressed. I was fascinated by it. Such a 360° degree turnabout is always a sight to see. He looked up to me and said: Thank you, that really helped me. Really, I don't know why I was in doubt. Thank you, really.
No problem, we all need sometimes a little motivation. Remember, your expectance sometimes wants to kill your motivation. You mustn't always see the dark fate in front of you. Expect something good of the life."
I left the bank and the depressed retiree alone to his fortunes.
Then the old man stood up and shouted:
This is a robbery! Everybody on the ground!

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Curiosity

Curiosity killed the cat, or so do they say.
I was born with terminal illness of curiosity, so I guess I am just a little too biased. I always regarded curiosity as human strength, not flaw. Don't you ever wonder, even in this age of all-know-itness what lurks around the hidden corners? If our ancestors wouldn't be interested in those things, we would be still living in the huts. Every thought revolution must stem deep from the adventurous mind.
But nowadays, they force me to specialize, to ask not any questions about the nature of the universe. They will tell me something like: “We already have all the answers.” Skeptical agnostics will then tell me: “Why even bother?”

However, those replies aren't anything new. We've all been there. Our arrogance comes from the very fact that we are only organic form capable of arrogance. We are lords of creation, everything is in our grasps. History teaches us, that the pursuit of knowledge could be longer and even eternal. And that is fine. I find it comforting that there will always be some dragons. And if not, let's just wonder about them, let's draw with transparent pencils on our brain lobes those images. Why would you forbid something so poetic and unpractical like our fantasies. The essence of any creativity, scientific or artistic, is rooted in the ability to imagine the unimaginable.
Robert A. Heinlein once said that specialization is for the insects. He meant by this that you can do so much more, you can really know the world around you from many perspectives. It's fun. The bored people just lack motivation, not the stimuli. Because we are living in the world of wonders, not just because it's 2011. The spark of unknown will always be there.
Curiosity killed the cat... but without pain there is no gain. Even if it's the painful kiss of death.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Procrastination

If I could wrote a funny remark, an interesting insight
hidden from plain sight of the mighty eyes of people,
I would scribble
till my blood would dribble
all around the paper.

But I was lazy and awestruck deep in sweet passive stance.
Only a glance at the job made me sob.
Desperation hidden behind the
Ironclad palisades of procrastination
...
nothingness

“Nothing can be born of nothing, nothing can be resolved into nothing."
--Persius, Satires


Thursday, September 29, 2011

Anxiety

It will poison your mind. Don't take this drug, believe me. Well, are you asking me how to avoid this? I can tell you about the antidote... wait, shut up. I know many others have recommended you a lot of questionable remedies for that feeling around the gut... or heart, if you're the poetic kind of guy.
So let's make a deal, you will hear what I have to say and then I wanna hear what you think about it? Okey? Fine. It's not like you have anything else to do.
You see, there are two dramatic ways how to deal with almost any negative emotion. Not just the good old stress and anxiety. The first one is to deny it. My friend, it is one of the worst way how to deal with it. Denial is a long road to the overload. Trust me, I've been there. There are also smug advocates, Buddhist hipsters who will tell you that acceptance is the best way to the anxiety management. Let me tell you this, they are a lot of closer. Accepting however is but a part of the method. By realizing that you have a problem you can continue in this pursuit. The basic thing to do, older than any of the stuff I am telling you, is not to identify with the pain. It all depends on how much will you build your life around your intense feelings. There are cool dudes, always with the flow and then there are angry Napoleons. The way I see it, both of these guys can manage their feelings. Stoic people tend to be sarcastic and aggressive ones are quick to react. But they are actually transforming their emotions into something another... I call this emotional alchemy. In the process they can hurt the innocent. So enough of this long talk, what to do? You know what I do when I am naked before the public and see that anxiety is bubbling inside me? I say to my fears simple hi. Hello, my old friend, I haven't seen you for quite a while. Come, sit down, have a tea with me. This lord of the stressful state is actually really shy. When you show him appreciation, he will flee in terror. Don't believe me? That's okay. Everyone is different. Just give it a shot. And say hi to your anxiety for me.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Gratitude

“What are you doing here in the fields, boy?” I asked.
There was a youngling kneeling in the grass and watching the sun setting over the horizon. He looked so absorbed in the thought that I had to repeat my question twice until he finally reacted:
“I am grateful. And to show appreciation I shared a silent thought with the nature.”
I was surprised... after all it is not common to hear such a words from a kid. But knowing that inside the mind of the young, refreshed from harsh reality, is sometime a hidden gem of knowledge, I continued the debate.
“Oh really? And what are you grateful for?”
“The life."
Well now I was curious. Something so common (and yet precious).
“And why?"
The kid looked me as I were from outer space.
“Well obviously, if I didn't have it, I couldn't feel anything at all. So I couldn't be grateful. But if I can have a feeling of gratitude, why not use it?”
But then I said to him: “Well, because you can feel anything, why gratitude? You could feel a hatred as well. There is a strife in the life.”
“I know that. But if there is something what or who created a life, I doubt it would enjoy the sight of eternal complaining from his subjects. Besides, I have some time before I become a grumpy old person like you mister.”
And he ran away from my sight.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Rejuvenation

Before the cavern you see a washed out ancient man, damaged almost beyond the repair. He has been mortally wounded by the beast that dwells within. No matter how hard he tries to stand up, his muscles are not cooperating with his brain anymore. There is no hope for him.
The wise men talk about prevention of any danger so there is no need for such a grim scenario. However, does that mean that every mistake we made is a painful bullet to the heart? I disagree. Every problem I've encountered on my long road ahead, every little one was a glowing experience. The color of the glow was maybe sometimes darker than I would wanted, but still it provided me with light and heat, that helped me.
As the will-o-wisp fades in the darkness, so does the eyes stopped working for our hero before the cave. But there is still a spark of life in him. Strong enough to roll clumsily on the grass and eating the dirt along the way. It is no noble sight. But he evaded the strike of the beast. If it is survival what you seek, when you see the back of the enemy, there is no doubt what would you do next.
The beast symbolizes our wordly pain and obstacles we meet and hunter is our mind, tending to surrender too soon.

But if I may, let me say few words of wisdom:
"I don't believe that restoration is ever out of question."

Monday, September 26, 2011

Intoxication

The tip of the tongue is dancing and trying to convince me about the things I find very unethical...

The problem of mankind's fascination with anything else than naked whole truth has lead into the opium dens, where through the mist you can only faintly see the light you would like to spot. And yet great movements of the mind were produced exactly here, in the borderland world where ideas from all parts of the brain meet together and form a powerful coalition. Is it ok to forbid alliance of those worlds? Hard to say. Drug wars, abuse and cartels will tell you otherwise. There is a very thin line among living in a world, unafraid of any challenge and living a life of escapism, doubt and paranoia. The flowers of schizophrenia will bloom in this garden and then it is hard to say what will become of a human mind.

The tip of the tongue dances on...

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Triumph

There was once a man who lived deep inside the swamp. A hermit if you will. That damp and moist air made every man angry and every mosquito lively; nothing I would honestly undergo, even if there was a golden reward filled with honey. Of course he was no enlightened one or untouchable spiritual being. He was human like anybody else, so he complained a lot in the beginning.
Then I couldn't help but wonder: "Why are you here? No religion, government or person forced you into this. You just choose this way of life. Your salary was sound, you had a nice house with a family that really loved you. You left it all behind just to be alone. How is this possible?"
Each time I asked that way the old man gave me only a long persistent silence. I've seen him ever once in a while, when I carried some packages from other village and ventured through the forest and damp bog. I always thought, what an irresponsible and headstrong crazy person.

Year have passed and I once again carried some packages on my cart, listening to the percussion of my horses as I traveled around the primitive road through swamp. It was raining all day and the ground was especially moist and sticky, mosquitos were dancing with joy. I was bored and relaxed. But then I heard such a strange laughter. It scared me, however it was not a rambling yell of a lunatic, it was honest laughing almost like the one which can be produced only by innocent child. I went into the darkness to investigate. There was no one near the hut so I entered inside.

There I found the old hermit, laying on the hay, without a spark of life. He was white as bone and spotted with insect bites. But on his head was such a pleasant smile.

Then I noticed that he was holding a paper with a smudgy plant ink. I read it aloud and it still bothers me to this day.

"I understand it all now. Everything I did was a mistake and wrong. But I would never take it back, because the revelation was so strong that I do not pity a single moment of my wet jail. Whoever finds it, I will share with you an answer for all troubles you may find on your long road ahead. Live your life. That is all. Whatever will happen is good."

Still to this day I am curious if anybody will make a fire from the flame of that man's satori.




Saturday, September 24, 2011

Disappointment

I've searched the winter wilderness for any kind of warmth.
But the only heat source was bitter disapointment.


Without expectations, disappointment is only a lone voice in the distance acting like a salesman without a charisma. So there is nothing to be feared of if you live in the present and not in the future, feeling and enjoying the moment. The need for sustaining your life, so you can enjoy another time without a worry is reasonable, but you have to ration this concern in moderation. Because the painful heat of the disapointment could become greater damage than good - escalating into the fire in your own veins.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Fatigue

We all know that vampire, which will drain us of all essence and we are forced to fall into oblivion. Is this feeling of tiredness our friend or foe? Through sleep-boat we regenerate both our mental and physical health. When we dream, we gain insights deep from our unconscious and also sort the garbage and baggage of the day. Then we die, ever so little each night. And we do not know what is happening, but we rise from the dead with the rise of the sun and shrieking of the birds. Each night we courageously face this challenge, yet we are discomforted from a little weariness? If I allow my mind of the poet to speak for a while, it is because the fatigue reminds us of closing nightly deaths. But in reality, our body just yearns for a respite and rightfully so. This is the call to the sleep, leave your insomnia and trample your fears. In a dreamworld there is no reason to be afraid.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Hope

There was this little snowdrop, hidden in the snow, awaiting the spring's bell.
Every morning, when the darkness fell, the little snowdrop awaited sun's yell.
The wind was shaking ever so much, so strong that would shivered your spine
Under the pine, there was this little snowdrop, the small flower Alpine.
How did it end I will not tell, because if you have still hope locked in you heart,
you know this part.


Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Strength

"You are a painful lady, you know that"? I asked her one last time before she pointed a loaded gun between my eyes.

"Of course I know that," she replied, "and you, being a clever guy, should notice that from the beginning. The predators prey on the weak, it is hidden deep inside theirs horrifying names. You had several chances to show that you are hunter, however, each of those occasions have been marred by your sentiment and need for emotions. At the end of the day - was it really worth it?" Her face was more serious now, the gun still firmly gripped and pointing inside my third eye. I was trying to gain some time. My hands were firmly bonded with hemp ropes. In a cliché movie fashion, there was a sharp rock growing from the wall, which could allow me to escape from this sticky situation.

"Well there are many types of strength, you know that, my dear?" My voice was shaking like a boat inside the storm.

"Stop calling me 'dear'. Of course there are many types of the strength. You could say, that even ability to withstand a great emotion is a strength. Or ability to sacrifice one's life. However, how good is a strength if you are dead?" She licked her lips and I noticed that she is about to end this. It was a time for a triumph card, or else I am done for.

"Even the strongest hunters eventually die. Physical strength is important, however, it will not grant you immortality. Only those who are balanced in mental, physical and spiritual strength are champions of this play of life."

She became irritated and she shot. I became the embodiment of the fear and pulled the ropes with all my strength, forcing my body down on the ground. I could not tell you how I managed to free myself from those ropes, but the imminent danger forced my muscles to kill my mind. And then I took her by surprise.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Loneliness

As the lonely wolf sees the valley bellow him, he must ponder, why are those people still gathering in the packs and even bother to construct magnificent urban structures to live together. His mind is chasing those thoughts until he falls asleep. Next morning he is immediately woken up, hearing the song of hunters. Running for his life through the woods his heart races like struck with a lightning. Realizing he is outnumbered, he is forced to submission to the hunters. However, one kid compassionately stops the animal-killer hand and begs for wolf's life. They take him into the village, allowing the birth of companion dog.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Control

Deep inside every sentient being is this uncontrollable lust for power to control everything around it. Envisioning the world as a dynamic chaos, you're forced to build idols for the ability to stir action the way you wanted it. The pain of hopelessness is something we all know. What if I tell you that the very need of eternal control of everything is the biggest security flaw in humans? That doesn't necessarily mean, that we should be humble and enclosed in our shells, never dare to challenge the challenger. But the idea of a power-freak, a control junkie who doesn't know the very idea of happiness, that is what we should reflect upon.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Conquest

That strangely sweet feeling of conquering your enemy and seeing through his guise... if you can achieve it in an elegant fashion - when you are in disadvantage and yet able to swim in this sea of troubles... that alone can bring naughty smile to your brain. This Promethean revolution is what myths and legends are made of.



Anger

Anger, oh how I love you. You give me strenght and irrational excuses to destroy anything in my path. How could I ever live without you? Wait, there are no obstacles in my path anymore. Where is everybody? I feel lonely. It seems that destruction desperately cries for an equal creation. I don't know how long will you enjoy stay in the void with me, my anger.