All Is Reflection

[flow]

laying on the flame heated rock
gazing in the fire at impossible square knots
gently unfolding, visions of knowing
concepts so vast words may not even grasp
the balanced weight of the ideals, flashing in familiar symbols surreal
no contact , out of touch with the body robotic, gazing backwards at the view
feeling the me in myself looking at my body as another you
as we are each other, myself is no other
feeling the all one permeate my being
i trust the faith knowing from seeing
returning again the cosmos at spin
body regained though something has changed..

 

[Parshvik Chintan]

amazing!
did you write that yourself?
and do you have a trip report of the journey that inspired you?

 

[۩]

;] someones been reading all is reflection?

Love the poem, flow..

 

[flow]

Namaste

yes i wrote it myself
the trip report would just contain the word life
part of what inspired it is indeed memories of reading ^all is reflection
i was slightly stoned on some weed
not tripping anymore then normal
though i was wanting to which made my mind remember in such away and think it the same.. i wrote this the day after

hope you enjoy and that you and all are INjoy


i want to modulate my receptors
i want to dominate my projector
strip away ego's residues
cleanse the mirror of inner truth
observing reflection i open wide
behind the veil that logic hides
no more time left to remind
all is one the spiral is nearing done
into infinity, all our lifetimes amounting to continuity

 

[۩]

Another good one, flow ;]
There seems to be a lot of poetry on the DMT-Nexus today, awesome!
+

 

[tele]

khool stuff bro/sis

 

[Dream2Awaken]

Loved the work flow! Keep it up.

 

[flow]

blessings of light and love

an if it wasnt, then it wouldnt be
but as it is , its just what we see
or more.. maybe
always the wonder
often the reason
blank slates to find
the cause for our being
ourselves the question
our riddles the seasons
encoded knowledge , placed by divine or hidden to find
or just more patterns , to teach or remind
nothings found nothings lost
each life we live , its own cost
an endless cycle?
like the waves rhyme
back and forth
living and dying
the sun rise
the sun set
may each day be another reset
because tomorrow never is
till its today , just as all the others
here for now , gone again
like another spore tossed in the wind
another seed to flourish again
another self born winter son in spring
all the nature speaking
all the words without a tune
still the glimmer of the moon looms and i know a knowing that cant be known
a knowing that through no words could be shown
and what is the reason
a high grade fax machine used for dry cleaning
a tetrahedron peg forced in round hole
as if seeming beyond my control
at times it gets a lil old , but not as old as time itself
thinking in spirals again i wonder the wealth
from outside looking in to inside looking out
it takes time to know time
an time wounds all heals
just as we are just as we feel
theres always choice, though chaos ensues
another roll of the dice, chose now ... red or blue?