Timed out

[JustBe]

Time is irrelevant to the nature of things
So many natures in a time space ring
So many projections sight unseen
Playing the movie through every stream
Familiar at times, unfamiliar it flows
A game so knowing, a game so unknown
What comes through a projectionist blinded
Of his game, is a multi arrangement
Of an internal woven shame
Shaming and ashamed,
Shocking and shocked
A cerebral living nightmare
Where the head has no heart
No awareness of sensitivity
No awareness of their part
When the narcissist enters the arena
My feelers cannot name
The pain so unfamiliar
To my family host chain
Merging into my aura
I play host to this game
As an open loving channel
They come baring no name
“You can’t love me”
“You can’t know me”
“You can’t stand there and blame”
Me of a disservice, but as “You serve me, as I claim!”
No amount of service penetrates this heart
It’s self serving grandeur
Simply tears you apart
As it’s host, as it’s nightmare
Any heart in disrepair
Will simply be forgotten
So it can always stare
At itself in disservice, as itself making claims
I’m important, I’m the maker
Of my own important game!
In the presence of such importance
I find my service cannot win
The ultimate inconvenience
Most surely will be undone
So in the meeting of strangers
I’m finally in awe
Of a flamboyant living nightmare
Woken from her slumber
Into my open door!
It’s like a law unto itself
Like an old broken record
Without care of your health
Your well-being as a sensitive
Your open giving heart
Your beautiful arrangement
As a flower on their path
I wonder did she pick me?
Did I pick her for that day?
Our souls intersection
Of my slavery hard days
Where nothing was right
Where nothing could seal
A moment of sensitivity
For a heart that truly feels
Every sensory arrangement
In a body that just steals..

[Ziusudra]

Interesting story.

[JustBe]

A story it was ziusudra, one of many tales bringing me alive..

Understanding these two very different worlds
One of pleasure, one of pain, both really the same
One in the depth of it, one deep in all she greets
To understand herself,to understand what meets
The parts of her still unable,to be her grounded song
The parts of her unstable, the parts where she belongs
Two strange worlds in a sameness dance so wrong
Two strange worlds in a sameness dance so strong
Two strange worlds in their differences in plain sight
Two strange worlds where everything was right
For the moment of truth never seen, never felt
For the moment of who, who would surely melt
Under this pressure, like a time bomb ticking away
Under this pleasure like nothing would get in the way
Pleasure and pain like two spinning wheels
Inside her being, a place no one can steal
A place where her own belonging
Fits perfectly deep inside
The beginning of her merge
To bring faith and hope alive
In the reality and world so knowing
In the reality world unknown
Two sudden strangers
Brought together from their home
Two in the mastery ring. One a master in her disguise
One in her mastery, tearing apart her hidden vice
The wall inside her mastery, crying just to feel
The walls inside the master, trying hard to walk the fields
Of life where everything surrounding her
The hidden in each one
No longer penetrate her being
Her ashamed and shamed undone
Her pain and pleasure merging
No longer sees a view
Where the master and the mastered
Block the foundations of her new
Newly found death and life as one
Her newly found pleasure, her pain undone
As pain and pleasure move closer
I see my escape in olden days
Never to returning, but now I can surely say
It’s a fine line between pleasure and pain
I’ll tell you once, I’ll tell you again
It’s a fine, fine line between pleasure and pain..

[JustBe]

When three hours feels like none
When time and space undone
Shows how life in this arena
Flies fast in the path of one
Flies past when caught unstable
Flies with no space between
I look at space inside me
No time becomes this dream
Where time and space irrelevant
Where time/space pulls everything apart
The ending of her inner world
The ending of time space to seall
To source the understanding
Of a life lived now for real
Reality breaks you down
Reality breaks, you see
Reality checks are dawning
Reality where space can breathe
Time space becomes inclusive
Nothing there, here or now
Yet everything in the moment
Is a catalyst of the time you ploughed
In the space of some living moment
There comes a meeting place
Where everything will meet its fate
As the master of the station
Tilts her hat to shine it’s lines
It’s form always awakening
In ways one has never mourned
As the one capturing this moment
In a time space end now known
The space becomes the intention
Of both lives in every home
When you intend nothing
But everything, then comes into life
You allow the master in her guises
To fully meet your night
Your day, your dusk, your dawn
Your witness no longer scourned
By every ignorant contender
In the game of life you mourn.
In every ignorant arrangement
You yourself created to see that dawn..

[JustBe]

I’m no longer the self
No self no longer sees
No longer feels
The witness to each seed
In formation of its blinders
In formation of its way
I become the presence
Without a care to feel this play...

[SaraTherase]

Quite taken by timed out. Such emotion felt. Really riveting!

[Ziusudra]

Yeah.. all the emotion.
Pouring from the deep inside...
Hmm... something triggered
Broken the container
Already spilled water
Must let it flow
Creating a new creek
Leads to a river
That takes to the ocean
Then freedom

[JustBe]

Originally Posted by Ziusudra

Yeah.. all the emotion.
Pouring from the deep inside...
Hmm... something triggered
Broken the container
Already spilled water
Must let it flow
Creating a new creek
Leads to a river
That takes to the ocean
Then freedom

I woke this day
My feelers fully open
Triggered by intense
Hits, one by one
I reached the marker
My own containment
The ocean calling me
“Come home”
“Come home”
I dived head first
I didn’t see them coming
But that’s a good thing!

[JustBe]

The mind game
It’s riveting in its dance
Twisting, turning, tailing itself
Round in circles
It goes and grows

Undeniably right, certain
Has to be, it’s says so?
A mind is a mind of course
Never underestimate
The power of its discourse!

It takes itself on a ride,
It plans
Sourcing at great length
Every grain of sand

That ultimately are flowing
Through the hands that hold its gain
I see this sand before me
I see the land, where it laid its claim
The sands of time forthcoming
A tale I cannot name

The mind it tailors everything
Where form it cannot see
Lays as solid as a rock
A mountain never free

The mind will always tell you
What it knows and brings to life
Within its greater mystery
It fails to see the light

Not as anything more than nothing
A view no mind can plan
A view that has no meaning sought
No grand and mighty fan

Just the ever present awareness
That no mind can surely gain
Witnessing the moment
As an ever present claim

Holds nothing, great and mighty
Holds everything
Like it’s new
A mind so clear and crisp
It no longer confines its view

So as you observe those sands
Passing through your mind
Become an observant witness
To the view that doesn’t find
Doesn’t make things formulate
Into a mind created game

Just the ever present witness
That becomes a mysteriously
Open minded frame

Frames that put you
As the dreamer
Where you have surely put in place


No mind, no dream awakened
Will ever hesitate
As a pure and resonant clarity
Living through its moment to moment fate..