Very nice Kendra! Thank you for sharing your talent with us!![]()
Alot of the time I just start to write, I don't think, I don't ask why. I try to just let my thoughts flow and sometimes I come up with some interesting stuff. Usually it doesn't have a meaning when I write it, but later it has some profound significance in relation to me... It doesn't have to be profound in a profetic way (though sometimes is)--- it could be psychoanyalitically significant.
![]()
Technically, this kind of writing style is called Stream of Conciousness. I heard about it in my 11th grade English Class and it caught my attention. I have been writing this style ever sence. In my opinion and from my experiences writing in Stream of Conciousness style, when one has an absence of all judgement and ego lets the subconcious brain shine through, a part of all of us that knows all will emerge. Just let go and write, or type... Whatever floats your boat.... I will attempt to now for you.
Laying back in the pc chair
i reflect on my daily life
time moves to slowly
yet fast to the holy.
I disengaged and let go
for my heart has a hole
when I plug up the gush
maybe something bigger will unfold.
Destiny requires numerous thought
yet absolutly none at all
when we are born things are prewritten out
but amnesia causes the downfall.
As the world crys
tears turn to snow
and back to mush
So as my soul wimpers and sighs
i pick up the peices
of a world that is crushed.
Don't question
Don't ask why
Don't lable
Don't deny...
Just accept.
Just love
Just search
give in to something higher
that's neither below or above
from a different viberation
but the same and one...
The wisest man is the one that knows
he knows nothing at all
A lieing tounge
and the lieing lips
they cannot kiss
they cannot love.
So lets live in truth
and be as one.
Very nice Kendra! Thank you for sharing your talent with us!![]()
Upon 'awakening' to this consciousness, I thought that there must be signs something was manifesting inside me that I expressed through my writing. I've always been a lover of the written word; poetry has been known to bring me to tears on many occasions.
I decided to go through and find recent writing which would signal a change in my spirituality, but before my big 'breakthrough'.
Here is what I found relating to 'stream of consciousness':
It seems we may have come to an impass; my mind and my heart at stake here, pulling, so tightly, hands gripped on the single most important idea I've ever been able to concieve, heart and mind together- precise timing, perfecting the reserve, giving equally so to eachother, feeling enough to allow thought, conscience and logic to reason itself forth
Like sibling vines up a tree, weaving and growing together
Family vinyard of drunken grape
What has so stalled, slowed, and stunted
My own blind appendages
from their cautious journey
upward, outward, backward
and beyond?
My roots soiled and bright green eyes of fingers
cast out of the dirt. The earths labor was all sweat
and heavy with July's jungle virginia sundrops-
jasmined, jaundiced and ripe for my delivery.
Secret seedling, bent and folded neatly, began to uncurl,
revealing tender green topsy teaspoons.
Beneath a blossom, golden and wise, a perfect sanctuary for my
naked summer newborn grassy vision.
I've since edited and turned it into a poem of sorts... but what I find amazing is however simply stated it may seem now to me, at the time I had little understanding of what was actually changing in me, and quite little reason to even expect something greater being written, one that would make more sense to me months down the road.
I've read my little sisters poetry and done everything to tell her over and over again that she is a poet- far more talented than I am, but she won't believe me.
Her stuff is PROPHETIC. And some of the most beautiful writings I've heard come out of a 17 year old.
Does anyone else here share such a phenomena? Sure hindsight is always 20/20 but I think this was more than that. Something was growing INSIDE, I didn't consciously recognize it- probably would have thrown it in the trash if it weren't for a couple lines I thought I may be able to use later.
Please share some writings you guys may have with me!!
No matter how small or insignificant something seems- it is never either.
Thank You!!!
"I am renewed by death, thought of my death, The dry scent of a dying garden in September, The wind fanning the ash of a low fire. What I Love is near at hand, Always, in earth and air"
"I learned not to fear infinity, The far field, the windy cliffs of forever, The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow, The wheel turning away from itself, The sprawl of the wave, The on-coming water."-from The Far Field, Theodore Roethke
everytime i read this thread
the words STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESSS!!!
in a very brutal-metal-esque type voice
oh and
i hit on my case manager with my own pure energy
and she called me back by phone to let me know 1, no
and 2 that i am fine doing what im doing seeing as how we both know i wont do anything, but perhaps knowing that and still doing the energy , is what gets me all caught up in energy?
whatever, i dance with it.
anyway without getting off topic, convincing myself here.
everything is awesome, and yeah, its great when you learn how to manipulate energy
many may see that as MANIPULATE
but you're merely speaking with the field.
in the terms and conditions of the way you feel.
so you're basically expressing yourself to the field, through your body and what you do.
its an amazing processs to get comfortable within yourself while acknowledging the field before you as a pure potentiality basis of living in the world of today, outside of the consciousness where there isnt enough time to do anything, and within the consciousness of yourself, that applies the new state of being to the whole, sending out ripples and waves amongst all other beings of light in the cosmos to also end up backing you up for doing so as well
ISNT LIFE SWELL?!
i think so
tataah
Wake Up.
All of this "new age" is what has always been.
Wake Up.
Look Within.
Find Me, if you havent already.
We're All Instruments Of God
Reflections Of The Divine
I am A Your Brother Outside
Sister inside.
I Love You.
I Am That I Am
http://snoedel.punt.nl/?home=1
Bookmarks