the individual again

I am back to viewing the individual as illusion

I walk around

doing the things I do

I place things

I remove this

I change the direction of my focus

I struggle with a physical malfunction

I achieve a new structure

the day moves forward

I think of one of you

then I think of another

You might be far away

but in this moment

when my thought is of you

you're here

the here I have

and I rehearse conversation

you interrupt

even though you're far away

we may argue

or engage in an activity

we never would

you are not here

yet you are all about me

and I about you

to get to just me

seems impossible

I keep taking your picture

is that still you

or am I looking at a distant part of me?

in the picture

you are moving something

lifting it and about to turn

I guess that after the picture was taken

you set that thing down

were you thinking of someone

when the picture was take

while you do what you do

do you think of me

or another
or do you get to just yourself?

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Okay, What was that?
A Little bit about what I am doing- The writing above, or the mass of words above are "play" on the idea or thought fragment I have of "the individual as illusion". I came across (or pulled out of thought) the phrase a few posts back and I think I may revisit it from time to time, writing what ever comes into my head with out trying to edit it or make sense of it. Sometimes in the creative process I tend to try and think things through before I write. This usually yields very little product. I find it best to just let ideas flow with out trying to understand the end result or the conscious path. I really enjoy this process. More on this in the future.
Jeff rambling on

notion #12

These were once hidden

The roots of a tree up ended

Now exposed

Washed clean of the ground

That held it in place

And gave it life

Formed in the darkness of the earth

A shape created by the movement of growth

And resistance of the soil

It tells a story

Of the struggle to hold on

The need to keep changing direction

Find the path

Through the dark

Of least resistance

Entangled around one another

Holding on still

Exposed to the wind, rain, sun

And all kind of vermin

But still telling the story

Of the sculpting

Of the struggle

And the glory

Of living

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Jeff Looking

just notion #4

There is a language

This language is imbedded

It is imbedded in my emotions

What I feel
It is not spoken
And it is not written


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When I allow my emotions
To have equal validity to reason
And knowledge
When I allow them to be
As fully present as possible
The language reveals itself to me


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I’ve spent much of my life
Denying my emotions
Not allowing myself to feel
What I needed to be feeling in the moment
Therefore I have lost
Much of the guidance the language would have delivered


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This is the language of God
Not anyone’s God
But the true force that moves the cosmos
Man creates religions
To meet his organizational and security needs
These structures are of no concern to God


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How do I know this?
I don’t
I feel this
Dare I say it?
What God is saying to me is
“It is all still good, do not be afraid”

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Jeff thinking stuff