the big bang of consciousness

The answer to what is heaven or hell.
Our lives are spent creating, each moment each act of consciousness is a creation, ever lasting in eternity. To live our lives with compassion, caring, love, respect, free from judging and divisive acts becoming pieces of the universe, this is heaven eternal, the fabric of life beyond our awareness'. If we can all understand this the concept of our actions, words and deeds being that which we are, in wave upon wave for all eternity, then for each of us how we live and act may take on a new meaning, for heaven and hell are real. When meaning beyond the abstract is found, to see that we are the creators and what we create is forever, then this understanding becomes a meaning which may change the world, for who you are in each moment is timeless and eternal. end.

Emerging

In us all, that molecule called life
where seperation is only concept
of our mind which resists
how am i not just part
but the ocean as whole
when at the same time my being
seems to live with its own soul
when you understand something
not just passing of words
that we have always been swimming
in this constant of stars
and your mind and your body
are just shells in the game
part of the puzzle, if we new how insane?
its all in one instant one molecule one time
where all things exist which seem
to originate from your mind
its not in the mud, its not in the stars
but inide of me, and you and the ocean
this crytal ball, unlocks all mystery
take a look no tools are needed
no microscope or telescope
just you in yourself, peering deep
into life with everything else.
Brian

art philosophy poetry

art philosophy poetry

Crouching Tiger

There's nothing simple

There's nothing simple about the matter
nothing easy or natural
that I can do
with matters that I hope and dream
and dream because I can't
always have
what I want
when I want it

I think.

So I dream instead so when
I wake at least I'll know
some of my life
is spent
easy and natural and how
I want
Oh nothings easy
so I dream, hoping that its real

Trying to get by

Trying to get by

I bought a new briefcase

in hopes they'd see me differently

Trying to get by

I bought new clothes

In hopes they'd see me differently

Trying to get by

I changed my tune

In hopes they'd see me differently

Trying to get by

I acted like them

in hopes they'd see me differently

Trying to get by

I changed myself

so they can see who I am.

Brian

art philosophy poetry

art philosophy poetry

Dragon lair (life)

The dragons lair


Alone I sit in the Dragon's Lair, alone

I sit yet still I'm scared,

Alone by myself, hoping for God,

This nest dark cave without a window

This mind this soul

In front of the mirror

To ignorant

To simple

To much truth to the matter

If you me and all

Somehow turn out to be

This God this thing

We hoped had our responsibility

Then all acts and reason are ours all alone

Where’s the comfort in knowing

Everything we do is something we own.

Brian

What if?

What If?

What if we could dream forever, eternity? What if we could see those dreams and realize self for eternity? What if the opportunity called life is one in which for this fleeting moment we can awaken from our dream to see forever? What if mankind is so full of vices and self promotion at the expense of others with all energy going to outside stimulations and distractions that we miss the simplicity of eternity?
We are caught in instant gratification and ego, Western civilizations have put an end to the cultures which believed in the path above, in the name of power money and god, of course weapons of death helped to promote their cause. Now we have a world where the meaning of life becomes how much money can be made or how it is made. Our soul is satisfied by money.
But what if money can't buy eternity, you can't see your soul by listening to others, by reading about it, by being told, at some point if you want to see what you are you must look at yourself.
Brian eternity

Breaking these chains

Everything is part of one single moment in one single time in one single molecule in someones single mind.
It is time to wake up

painting struggle

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poetry

On a fence

snowy owl on a perch
are you frozen like the birch
or is it a moment a twinge in time

aloft with your push, from feet and from wing
eyes piercing the ground as you fly
or are you frozen

like the birch

Art Philosophy Poetry

Art is communication, a voice based on many contradictions, beauty, technique, meaning. When art becomes successful it is because translation of its voice may be achieved by the masses, past present and future for the human species, not from a outward approach of conceptual ideas which contradict the meaning itself, but by exposing from within, the very nature if timeless space-less consciousness, the ultimate goal.

I am feeling as a new born in my knowledge of self, out from the walls of humanities ignorance. To understanding of infancy not ordained being. I am nothing other than self and everything is nothing other than me.

Today is tomorrow from yesterdays past, so in this moment I set to my task, to have a great day asking nothing in return, tomorrow what happens I can wait to learn.

These are difficult times for humanity, lost in a direction of fruitless journey's based on material sources for reality in simple basic conceptions of life. My art has opened the infinite wonder of being for me, in its expression others may join in the knowledge.