Death
Every being chooses when it enters and leaves this world.
As well as what it enters into.
It’s the human that can’t see beyond the illusion of form and time, thus believing something should or could have been different, and / or something actually went wrong.
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Death is nothing more than dropping form and remaining formless.
Every being chooses when it enters and leaves this world. As well as what it enters into.
The longing for death, at the deepest level, is the desire to live unbound.
Everything makes you more. Regardless of what you’ve ‘lost’.
I’m here to destroy and be destroyed.
f you’re not ready to off yourself, I’m of no use to you.
Every descent reaps more gold.
I don’t care how I’m remembered. I care how deeply I’m known.
My pieces are not inclusive. I speak to the bold. The brave. The hungry (for death).
All I want is to destroy you. Strip you bare and leave you for dead.
He has to die to be with me. As does anyone else.
I like a man who grunts and groans while feasting on his kill.
He is where I go to die.
Once upon a time, I fed myself to a wolf. I knew he was a wolf. And I wanted to be devoured.
From the outside, it looked insane. And to my human, it felt like hell. But obliteration was what I was after. Why else would I have danced right there?
You haven’t lost anything. But if you’re ballsy enough, and you’re doing it right, you’ll lose EVERY. SINGLE. THING.
Stay where it's most alive, as everything dead falls away.
You’re not truly living if you’re not perpetually dying.
You think it’s too risky to be wild. So you’d rather play dead to stay ‘safe’.
You want to leave because you’ve yet to fully own you. And there’s no greater pain than that.
We’re all on our way out.
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we are two planets colliding
getting smashed to smithereens
and when the damage is done
there is s p a c e
and in that space
we recalibrate
shocked and startled
once again
neither knowing what’s to come
from the rubble left in our wake
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if it didn’t destroy me
if parts of me weren’t forced to die
repeatedly
and quite potently
through the is-ness of he and i
there’d be no pull for me to stay
- not with him -
but with all that arises
through the mutual destruction that our interactions bring
this alone is what interests me
because i’m interested in what disturbs me
and i’m interested in the art of becoming less disturbed
by what throws me off my game
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If you’re not ready to off yourself,
I’m of no use to you.
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All I want is to destroy you.
Strip you bare and leave you for dead.
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i like
a man
who grunts
and groans
while feasting
on his kill
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“Death is nothing more than dropping form and remaining formless.”
This is my mom’s set that I came across today while puttering.
When she passed, instead of replacing the battery, I asked the jeweller to remove the hands.
This keepsake is typically with her other things, but today they feel lovely on my wrist.
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Stay where it's most alive,
as everything dead falls away.
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Last night I dreamed I was laying on the ground in the dark.
I felt peaceful and happy.
Then I realized I was actually underground.
Hundreds (maybe thousands?) of feet below the surface.
I couldn’t see it but I knew there was an opening where this hole the size of me had begun.
And I knew I was too deep for anyone to reach.
I knew that if they even tried, the earth would collapse above me and I would die.
And I knew that if I moved, I’d face the same fate.
Yet I still felt peaceful and happy.
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You’re not truly living if you’re not perpetually dying.
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It’s the empty vessel I’m after.
Limitless.
Bottomless.
Free of all constraints.
Willing to destroy himself,
so he can meet me here.
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Death is nothing more than dropping form and remaining formless.
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A true life and a counterfeit life can appear the same on the surface but are eons apart underneath.
The first is the A side.
The true side.
Rich. Juicy. Alive.
The second is the B side.
The false side.
Empty. Flat. Dead.
You can tell which reality you’ve chosen not by how it looks, but by how it feels.
It’s the energy that speaks what’s true.
You can make a ton of ‘empty’ money.
Have plenty of ‘empty’ sex.
Work countless ‘empty’ hours.
Recite plenty ‘empty’ I love yous.
But what’s the fucking point?
How about money, sex, time and love
that’s dripping with truth,
and overflowing with YOU.
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It’s never about the words themselves.
It’s about the energy sourcing them.
Which is why someone can speak or write the most beautiful piece, but you still can’t feel a thing.
It’s flat.
It’s dead.
It’s from the mind.
Not the being.
From a concept.
Not lived truth.
It’s overcompensating with words,
for what has yet to be touched.
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When you let a situation ‘bleed out’ (come to its natural and inevitable conclusion), you choose not to touch it because it doesn’t require an intervention.
It’s not avoidance.
It’s knowing through discernment.
It’s staying where it’s true.
Not remaining where it’s flat.
And…
It’s not true that you need ‘closure’.
To wrap things up.
To contrive an end point, just so you can say it’s done.
It’s done the moment it flatlines.
Anything beyond that is just more of that.
No need to state the obvious.
Or bring it back to life.
Just stay where it’s most alive,
as everything dead falls away.
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The end point of any experience occurs when it feels flat / dead / empty / void of any charge.
Which has nothing to do with the person or the situation itself - it’s just the energetic cue that it’s time to play elsewhere (not necessarily physically) because a new scene is about to take place.
Yet most stay where it’s energetically dead with the hopes of bringing an expired experience back to life.
Imagining that something or someone matters more than honouring the current truth.
Hence, the flatline.
Because the end / the command / the brilliant move was missed.
And…
To ignore the cue of right now,
for any reason,
for anyone,
is to immediately diminish the quality of your experience.
Which is why it’s better to seamlessly move from one activated moment to the next by not hopping off the ride, than to try to bring something dead back to life.
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Someone on the sidewalk screaming to no one in particular and everyone all at once:
“I’m fucking angry and I’m ready! I’m going to kill you all!”
Looks at me:
“Not you. You look beautiful. Have a great day.”
#savedbythesparkles
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