(Wrote this last year, then went nuts for a bit)
Dear All,
I write as Daniel. This is the prayer of 24 years of Life on my birthday. I
hereby sacrifice everything in that I may embody these words to you. Stop
the clocks and time me with your hearts. I trust you will listen to my
peace. This is a celebration of Life and everything I ever wanted to be,
before I was even I.
I came to this planet to be a medium for Light. In all senses of the word
itself: encompassing, enlightening, nurturing, loving, et cetera. To
understand beyond the need for any metaphors, be it words, sounds, matter,
forms, vision, definition, division, getting to its essence. That I may be
driven, stunned, blinded, moved, numbed, speechless to the point of
explosion aware of light and nothing else. This has been the addiction I
have fed but everything and will continue beyond reason. To actualize the
perfect mirror we deserve, nothing less will do.
Take whatever payment you demand if I should fail. In return I beg for food,
a sleeping bag, used clothes and a corner in your Library. These are the
only metaphors I need to do my work.
I do not care what you ask of me for I understand energy instinctively.
Point me in the direction you need me to shine and I will burn my body
bringing you light. There is no death according to the theory of
conservation of energy; therefore I have no fear. Fear is but misdirected
energy, without fear hurt becomes experience, recognize to simplify. All is
but fuel for inspiration.
If I am out of logic, I will employ magic. Stream of conscious, Zen,
Shotgun poetry, for you there are no rules:
I can make you sense out of nonsense,
I can make sense out of nonsense you,
Can out of nonsense I you make sense,
You of I make nonsense out sense can,
You can make nonsense I out of sense,
Can you make nonsense I out of sense,
I sense can you make out of nonsense?
Lesson here? Explore all meaning, all have meaning, distill meaning.
Simplify, you get? When you understand sense beyond words what's the point
of making more words? Transcend. Now you get what I get. That all you need
is nothing to make meaning. Focus, awareness, that all of us instinctively
know how to make meaning. That whatever metaphors we chose to operate by,
light will still get through.
You are now beginning to see light like I do. That when we are ready to
abandon all metaphors and focus on the light, only then will real light get
through. Like will inspire like, no need for me, you, us & we at all. We can
fly out of our bodies to bring heaven with our poetry. We are at vanishing
point embracing invisible. The time for words is over, make me your best
offer.
Just,
Daniel
Dear All,
I write as Daniel. This is the prayer of 24 years of Life on my birthday. I
hereby sacrifice everything in that I may embody these words to you. Stop
the clocks and time me with your hearts. I trust you will listen to my
peace. This is a celebration of Life and everything I ever wanted to be,
before I was even I.
I came to this planet to be a medium for Light. In all senses of the word
itself: encompassing, enlightening, nurturing, loving, et cetera. To
understand beyond the need for any metaphors, be it words, sounds, matter,
forms, vision, definition, division, getting to its essence. That I may be
driven, stunned, blinded, moved, numbed, speechless to the point of
explosion aware of light and nothing else. This has been the addiction I
have fed but everything and will continue beyond reason. To actualize the
perfect mirror we deserve, nothing less will do.
Take whatever payment you demand if I should fail. In return I beg for food,
a sleeping bag, used clothes and a corner in your Library. These are the
only metaphors I need to do my work.
I do not care what you ask of me for I understand energy instinctively.
Point me in the direction you need me to shine and I will burn my body
bringing you light. There is no death according to the theory of
conservation of energy; therefore I have no fear. Fear is but misdirected
energy, without fear hurt becomes experience, recognize to simplify. All is
but fuel for inspiration.
If I am out of logic, I will employ magic. Stream of conscious, Zen,
Shotgun poetry, for you there are no rules:
I can make you sense out of nonsense,
I can make sense out of nonsense you,
Can out of nonsense I you make sense,
You of I make nonsense out sense can,
You can make nonsense I out of sense,
Can you make nonsense I out of sense,
I sense can you make out of nonsense?
Lesson here? Explore all meaning, all have meaning, distill meaning.
Simplify, you get? When you understand sense beyond words what's the point
of making more words? Transcend. Now you get what I get. That all you need
is nothing to make meaning. Focus, awareness, that all of us instinctively
know how to make meaning. That whatever metaphors we chose to operate by,
light will still get through.
You are now beginning to see light like I do. That when we are ready to
abandon all metaphors and focus on the light, only then will real light get
through. Like will inspire like, no need for me, you, us & we at all. We can
fly out of our bodies to bring heaven with our poetry. We are at vanishing
point embracing invisible. The time for words is over, make me your best
offer.
Just,
Daniel
