Getting out of your own way

Often the best art comes when we get out of our own ways. When we allow the spirit to write its own passages and to be its own creator. Yet… how could this be the case?
This is the hardest thing to do and to accept. Our sense of self seems to create the things that we see in front of us, but where does it really come from? The art, the ideas, the music, the life.

From where it comes is the most truthful source. Getting in touch with this source only requires that you feel into it, and get out of your own way in doing so.

Liberating, scary, relentless, brilliant… Sounds like life to me.

As a practice or meditation, try following the flow back to its source, and see what you notice about the details of your interactions with life as you do continue to do so.


-Ben

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Listen to your body

Most of us realise by now that the body and mind are connected. They are reflections of each-others state. If the body is hunched over and the head looking up towards the horizon at all times, you’re going to feel quite ‘deflated’. If you are constantly thinking all of the time, then your body’s attitude is going to reflect this with a disconnect from the legs, and an ungrounded nervous energy.

Meditations of all kinds help us to observe these phenomena. In the thick of it, it is hard to realise one’s own dis-ease.

Through meditations we can observe the thoughts that are arising… Our spirit’s ‘Calling’ if you will. Through these realisations we can align our practices to reflect these callings in the physical world, the world of the body.
The same can be said of physical meditations. Mindful stretching and Yogic methods help us to connect with the callings of the body, in order that we can align ourselves literally to a more subtle and efficient degree.

Both meditations when practiced become extremely gratifying, and even beautiful. Healing one’s own uneasiness is often only a practice of listening, and then right action presents itself naturally.

Fear of stopping is largely what gets in the way. Stopping the thought process where often most of us spend the vast majority of our time means a death of that place. Yet it is this place that is causing us to disconnect from our natural states.
In order to get back in touch with that from which we have separated ourselves, we must listen carefully.

When one begins to listen: Patterns of thought emerge. Patterns of feeling are realised, and instinct begins to realign itself with its natural state.

If lost… Watch the mind. Listen to the spirit.
If unfeeling… Listen to the body.

Most of all trust what arises. Ones own path does not lie, and will make itself heard eventually, regardless.

What arises does so from stillness, and it is here from which we can see most clearly.


-Ben

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Gloom

Cold winds found in the evening,
In the gloom.

Frowns, Curled up faces
Scattered in lay-by’s,

Glittered in malice
and fantasy.

Cold layers of days depleting
Diminished hope.

Given away for
Distractions.

So it is
Under the shadow of seasons change

Heat moves away
And cold kills kindness,

Yet love is so much warmer.

Under the long hours,
Painful trains and travelling

A smile’s bright sight brings a joyful delight.

A fiery hearts head-start
Under winter ash before the sunrise

Over the valley
Of icy silence.

 

Art, Science, Faith

Canvases of metal machines
Churning paint,
A Mechanical cauldron of botany.

The Art of Science
Inside the Science of Art,
Like a Flower in a Mill mechanism.

Intervals between words,
A score of formulas for creation,
Washes of pages full of poetry
Serenading systems of nature.

Like whirlpools of facts spoken versely,
Contained within pianos
Singing in rhythms of storms and sunflowers.

The atrium of an atlas
Seems also the perimeter of the universe,
Of a pebble,
Of a grain of sand,
Or a snowflake.

And then Science…

Speckles of icy particles
How can we use them?
Fuse them, peruse them around the garden.

Will meets words meets nature,
So one turns to two and so on and so forth
and so on and so forth

 


-Ben

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Tunnel of Fate

Biting the sides of gums until they bleed,
Barely breathing.
My knees are tapping like a Royal rodent’s limp.

Stiff backed rage tries to leave
My lips,
Tether them together
And simply simply stare red-eyed

Into the tunnel of fate

To seethe production, redemption from regular habit;
Parallel disassociation that blends
Like a thick painful smoke
That kin breathe together.

My legs would take me away for the horizon,
In green where winds blow smooth and wild,
Carrying blessings through blossomed doors from open hearts.

The world would seem a little less Grey that day…
A stream of water to be,
No more volcanoes.

The Truth

Act,
React,
Where’s the fine line of truth in-between
The walls of the seed of decision
That separates the large from the lean
The buildings from the trees,
Where creativity was born.

No man is an island…

Looking for womb
In natural alcohols
Pollutants in disguise as progress or necessity,
In truth
Let it rest, let it be
Nothing can hide for long.

What is truth?

Truth is what you need,
Not what you want,
The line is fine;
Mostly hypnotised .

A moment happens to all,
Not eventually,
Eternity.
Even if it be in the time of our passing,

Although never found,
Always realised.


-Ben

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