moving along caressing the fringes

found out yesterday the way it was for some people
it just goes on forever
it lingers beside us in a point
jiving here and there along the way…

halfway erudite erosion plain girl in a matrix of energy
forcing her to adapt to the system as it were
collecting ribbons and remnants beside her luxurious collection
leaving behind unwritten rules of yesterday…

keeping in sync with the boundaries as they were beforehand enveloping…
leaving touch of the system tied up in a maze of energy
as she wrote notes to herself, leaving them on the counter top.
coffee stains mugwort in the balance of the system…

moving too, slowly but surely was the stained friend, tattered and fragmented…torn in half…
moving with equidistant remedies sideways through the inevitable…

moving along stringed words

what fun it is to string words together…
moving them each different way
as they come to the forefront of imaginative places.
stacking feathers until it collects in another place
resultant efforts in continuity

halfway between the other side and the door, it awaits…
changing mindsets approaching the real…
superstition from above and beyond.. in another syntax of meaning
changes itself upon itself, to the greenness…
totally chill togetherness…

Moving Along down a line

challenge doubt forecasters

stay around in one place
make moves from the center
as it progresses, a new dynamic interplay
of forces

await the time all time awaits
move before it slides away
away from a center inside
the mirrored box.

deny a serendipitous enterprise awaiting
move with the challenges among us
her we left a crease in the balance
here it waits for us
around us and the other thing that was there…

outside of the box
it meanders free in the pagination abrupt…
without moving aside from another
it moves onward…

away from the page before its time it was…

Mystery Page

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want to remember the beginning
want to remember the end
all the way through
like a tree

other day she wrote in heartfelt syntax
remembrances until the vanquished periscope

other day was like a dreamstate sunbliss meandering
in the fields with the lilies
a pause in the epigram of life

untold, + foretold in the breezes that slide through branches and endings repeated
onwards in jive world continuations
until another day
another shade
another place
grow
outwards in branches and non redundancies
repeat it until you learn something new
and do it betterly
placid tones
awakenings
shoe shine in with this mystery

whateever is like whatever, or whatever

whateever

whateever is the best way to put it

Some times you just want to say whateever and you dont even care how it is spelled because you are that indifferent.
other times
it feels
different
Who Cares?! The Unique Teaching of Ramesh S. Balsekar
try this book its like who cares?

“Consciousness is all there is. So ‘who’ is to know or seek ‘what’? All there is is the impersonal functioning of Consciousness, or God, reflecting within Itself the totality of manifestation. Live life making decisions and accepting the consequences as if you have free will knowing it is Consciousness seeking, doing, living deciding…

Ramesh Balsekar is an awakened sage whose long life has been devoted to Ramana Maharshi and whose final Guru was Nisargadatta Maharaj. He perfectly reflects both East and West-born and raised in Bombay, India, thinking and speaking in English, student of Sanskrit and translator of the Bhagavad Gita, intimately familiar with the Taoist and Chan classics as well as the new paradigm (Consciousness is all there is) which has emerged from quantum mechanics. Poignantly clear and precise and delightfully, humorous, his teaching makes life simple.”
-Book description from amazon.

If you feel like reading it, you can. If not, don’t. Either way its like whatever. So have a nice day. Try to smell some roses. Smelling is free. Do your best. Try hard. Don’t give up. Don’t quit. It will be fine. You are ok. Everything is fine.

So like whateever.

Run to the clock. Find another day. Find a new way. Find hope or whateever you want.

enter in the sentence

tide, merry, yesterday’s lore
mid-sentence, a pause in the epigram of life..
it takes time to remember
it takes time to forget.
group hug energy for me…

left again between meanderings of the city

juice for the heartbeat gargantuan
collecting a mix of energies from ya’ll
cord it ties a knot in the ribbon ancestry

between layers it divides and is divided in the middle
of another saying..

indefinite mixture in between sarcasm effuse and the inevitable.

it affects a million other things.

Vying for a Remedy

Usurp the generation after all
remove and replace with the balance
in certain situations in flux
be smitten with energy, it waits…

tied together in the shoe-shine mystery
on the floor, collectively speaking…
here in a plain space it is for us.
for we who have nothing, have everything…

and then at the same time, where are we?

stuck in the middle of a shoe?
right in between the lines?
in a place in a sentence?
where are the boundaries?
where did it leave us?
in a luxurious place?
or not.

where did we find this thing that follows us?
where did it come from?
how did it change it’s surroundings?

the only way we can tell is to leave it behind…

let another force take us on a journey along the way we are travelling, while we reach out…
to another day, new light in the distance, abruptly moving…challenging presumptions too.

hier – back bedroom collage

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I have my back bedroom made into a studio. There are magazine clippings and random art everywhere on the floor. I just go back there and take pictures then put them in photoshop and on here. It’s sorta like a collage technique, it’s fun and it keeps me entertained. It’s kinda fun to have a chaotic collage epicenter, where chaos is the end result and beginning as well. You never know what images will arrive at the surface and what these juxtapositions mean and what they mean to each of us.

Sunrise Sunset – What is it About Them?

Sunrise Sunset is Awesome

Sunrise Sunset, every day it’s like that, and it’s cool when you can catch both. Don Juan said you learn the most in the hour during sunset. I think this is pretty true, you are gaining what you need or you have accomplished something, and the sunset is a way of transitioning to sleep and relaxation, well for most of us. There are those nocturnal ones who stay up at night and sleep at day. There has to be these types, and they are a natural thing.

So what about sunrise? If you could pick sunrise or sunset which would it be? I mean if you could live in a house that faces east on a mountain or west on a mountain which side would you prefer? I say, I would like a room on the top of the mountain with glass walls on either side so I could see the sunrise and the sunset. Or maybe just camp up there and hang out for a minute. Mountaintops are cool, they are a place of sanctuary, peace and hope. Sunrise Sunset, such a dynamic interplay of forces between the two…especially on a mountaintop…

Sunrise Sunset, Moonrise, Moonset

Sometimes the moon sets at the same time the sun is rising, or the sun is setting and then the moon rises. This is a spectacular sight to see. If you ever get the chance, try to watch the moon set and the sun rise, it’s cool..It is moments of natural beauty and awe like this that inspire us and that we remember…

Sunrise Sunset Could Be either One

sunrise sunset

The above is a sunrise sunset it could be either one, and it was made with a vertical and horizontal element, and with circles around it, on purpose…

Sunrise Sunset Quotes

There’s never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same.
Carlos Santana

Get outside. Watch the sunrise. Watch the sunset. How does that make you feel? Does it make you feel big or tiny? Because there’s something good about feeling both.
Amy Grant

There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.
Bernard Williams

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.
Horace Mann

Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.
George Washington Carver

For me optimism is two lovers walking into the sunset arm in arm. Or maybe into the sunrise – whatever appeals to you.
Krzysztof Kieslowski

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
E. M. Forster

Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.
Vladimir Nabokov

Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.
Ansel Adams

For most people, we often marvel at the beauty of a sunrise or the magnificence of a full moon, but it is impossible to fathom the magnitude of the universe that surrounds us.
Richard H. Baker

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.
Norman Maclean

I like that time is marked by each sunrise and sunset whether or not you actually see it.
Catherine Opie

Sunrise offered a very beautiful spectacle; the water was quite unruffled, but the motion communicated by the tides was so great that, although there was not a breath of air stirring, the sea heaved slowly with a grand and majestic motion.
George Grey

“The morning always has a way of creeping up on me and peeking in my bedroom windows. The sunrise is such a pervert.”
Jarod Kintz

“There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.”
Jo Walton

“Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.”
Vera Nazarian

“There’s always a story. It’s all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything’s got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.”
Terry Pratchett

“At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.”
Norman Maclean

“What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light?”
Margaret Atwood

“Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.”
Roman Payne

Sunrise Sunset Information (Colors)

As light travels throught the atmosphere, the colors are scattered by the air molecules and airborne particles, this changes the final colors that you see. What happens is the shorter wavelength components of the light spectrum, such as blue and green, these colors scatter more strongly, and they are removed from the sunbeam. At sunrise and sunset, when the path that the light travels through the atmosphere is made longer by the angle, the blue and green components are removed. This leaves the longer wavelength orange and red colors we see at sunrise sunset. The remaining orange and red sunlight can then be scattered by water droplets in the clouds and other relatively large particles. This causes the horizon to light up red and orange. A phenomenon called Rayleigh scattering causes the removal of the shorter wavelengths of light molecules and particles much smaller than the wavelength of visible light (less than 50 nm in diameter). Mie scattering is what causes the light to be scattered by clouds, and is also responsible for the daytime halo of white light around the Sun.

The colors at sunset are usually brighter and more vivid than the sunrise, because the evening air contains more water, gas, and microscopic particles than the morning air.

Sunrise Sunset is always an interesting thing to observe. Sometimes we catch a glimpse just driving down the road, or maybe we are out, or in a skyscraper at work, or maybe we have a view from a skyscraper. It’s always different. The Egyptians used to say that the sun God Ra used to sail across the evening sky every night at sunset…

The book below is a 460 page book that is about a female explorer and photojournalist who travels throughout Africa and Antarctica…Africa via Antarctica, Sixty Sunsets in the Southern Hemisphere [Kindle Edition]
Laura V Gatz (Author, Photographer), Sunrise Sunset, from one to the next, in pure wilderness, is the essence of this photo journal.

Africa via Antarctica, Sixty Sunsets in the Southern Hemisphere