3 Inches Of Blood
Friday night
the metal pours out of
the speakers
spills across the keys and desk
the city on the other side of
the door is most likely
pulsing with drunks and
sure things
live music
drink specials
and
possibilities
of every kind.
sitting inside behind the
machine, sitting forward
on the desk
leaning into
3 Inches Of Blood
blasting like a Mars symphony
sitting here in the quiet chaos
of this, in the blood of focus
without fences, without physics,
without laws or definition or
even a basic understanding
of any of it.
a complete and flawless
silence of the unknown
pulses with the
metal, no, the music
and space created by
the words and metal
the scream and vacuum of
colors, the rush of the
lines cutting into
the page
the music and the
escape,
always that,
disappearing
into
the words
and music
and space
never wanting
to
approach
comprehension
never wanting
to
leave
until
it
shuts
you
off
to
keep
you
owned.
Sound & Silence
As if the mind is a soundtrack, I hit pause.
I practice emptiness meditation, in which the hand of perception completely relaxes itself, and ceases to attempt grasping and contracting whatsoever.
I allow the water of my mind to calm until it reaches a perfect still - no more ripples or waves caused by feelings or thoughts - just perfect
Mighty
Sometimes I think too hard and I can't find my way back.
I struggle against my thoughts,
I am swimming against the tide.
I am just stuck on this other side...
Until he pulls me out.
My best friend;
Unconditional friendship and love.
He holds my hand and leads me;
Through my lonely thoughts
And forged smiles.
Ours is a connection everyone sees;
Best friends until the end.
Blank
My mind is blank.
Thoughts fight for my attention,
But I ignore them.
For this is my time.
My 10 minutes.
That's all I need.
Ten-Nine-Eight-Seven-Six-Five-
As the time passes,
I breathe.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
I focus on nothing.
The nothingness surrounds me.
I repeat "agape"
I breathe through it.
"Ah-gah-pay"
I center myself.
Focusing on the vastness
that engulfs me.
Only when you lose yourself
Can you find your center.
Meditation shields the thoughts
And focuses the mind and body.
Four-Three-
Just breathe.
Our time is almost done.
But now, I'm ready to face the world.
For I am centered.
Two.
One.
Good...
Stop.
Breathe in... Breathe out... In... And out...
Go and grab your marker or pen.
Have it? Okay, now draw a spiral on the palm of your hand. Take your time to draw it, you want to completely focus on it.
Done? Good... If you're still tensed, stare at the spiral. Let your eyes follow the ink. Repeat if your mood persists.
Calm now? Good.
Perfect Timing
When the noise in your mind
runs perfectly perpendicular
to the noise outside of it,
they cancel each other out.
These moments happen in small bursts way more often than you think.
The trick is grtting one to happen in the middle of a nice, warm bath so you can really concentrate on it.
The soul is fluent in the language of concentration.
