When a human locks their mind on a single object the thoughts are suspended and the natural state is entered (beyond time/space).

During physical yoga there are several objects to lock the mind to. The asana, bundas and the pranayama.

The ease with which the mind will lock to these is in direct proportion to the psychological attachments of the individual (illusory self)

Thus explains the unseen reason that some aspirants enter the state more readily than others regardless of physical flexibility.

The average person is distracted from the locks by both external and internal fluctuations.

The inner is the outer thus the best path to remove psychological attachments is not by negation but by true personal insight.

That is, when one no longer fights with that within that is seen as negative and actually looks at it without bias or prejudice.

This is true learning.

When one can look at things clearly, the false will be seen to be illusory and fall away of its own accord.

By this method only the truth will remain.

Once the mind is easily locked to the single object there will come a time when the question is asked “what is the subject to which this object is locked?”

The enquiry, if sincere, will yield no answer and thus the subject will merge with the object; the atman (singular entity in natural state) will merge with the absolute.

Pure consciousness flowing unobstructed; as god painting with infinite brushes,
this inexplicable master piece.

What is a mudha?
And do needs really must when the devil drives?

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A poem or a pond? And far above the surface, the swaying of a palm frond.
Would you prefer the solid ground or drifting through the lofty heights betwixt the air of summer rain and winter nights?

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He said they were happily without muses. Confined to the lower three.
What is life without the muses?

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The one that judges always accuses. It separates and lays to waste all the divine and mighty grace.
A poem or a pond was always the most important question because it told of another place to share the bare and faceless space.

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Chase your tail; this race is frail. What more could a tale entail?
Than to be the one. The one to be… at comfort with infinity.

Part 2

Apparently there was spaghetti left there on the floor
But I looked closely and it didn’t look like spaghetti anymore

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I saw your golden hair and glowing smile
Bemused, aghast and stunned a while
I saw the Brahman in everyone
And learned to stare into the sun

You were a jewel on the crown of thorns
Who blew my trumpet to toot my horn

A silver river runs through the house of god
It snakes out forever in the heart of hod
I found it’s root on the mountain top
And harvested the herb from an abundant crop

The mind that compares said to show this to you
A glittering, glimmer of light in the few
But if you looked through and could see my name
Heralded insane in the face of the mundane
Is it really me that you see
Or is it just the action of duality?

But for you a million diamonds would pour
From the eternal garden of nine and score
Neither mattered not to me
Can I take your hand yet set you free?

Because if I can do so with heart elated
My time in heaven was always fated
And you as the divine will always be
As I fade away in the infinite sea

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A trick of words or a play of the light
A game in the woods - when the day turns to night
Love and attachment together in the bath
Like the lunatic seeking a predfined (!path)

Part 3

The unseen is much more real than the seen
because the seen is manifest from the unseen

A treat to eyes
No one lies

A treat for me
No one sees

A feat for you
If you please

Gathering wood for a fire
The scent of earth
Damp moss and crumbling bark

A slight chill hangs in the air

I take a moment to watch the trees
Swaying against the grey above
For just one moment lost in love

I strike my flint across the stone
Look at you, how much you’ve grown

But still the same essential truth

I breath in full with tightened lungs
She opens me and climbs the rungs
Spinning like the helix wheel
Now I’m aware, beginning to feel

So I turn and walk away
And walking ever since I’ve been
Into the dark and unknown lands
Into the unseen shifting sands ]]> http://www.oakmcilwain.net/poetry/she-flutters-by/feed/ http://www.oakmcilwain.net/poetry/picks-nickers/ http://www.oakmcilwain.net/poetry/picks-nickers/#comments Tue, 24 Jun 2008 07:51:22 +0000 Oak McIlwain Poetry http://www.oakmcilwain.net/poetry/picks-nickers/ Picnics are fun when women run, naked into the flames
Glorified, I almost died when I saw the snake clearly
Scales and all. Standing tall upon the altar
Give her a set of wings; Set aflame her holy halo

A journey that starts at the base
Working in dismay all the way up through the crust
I’ve told a lie; so boldly. I’ve begun to cry; dissolving slowly.
It’s just a mix you know. Whatever has been will come again.
In miracles we must trust.

Governed by the demons is the part in me most true.
For I in me is I in you.
Guaranteed a peaceful end. There is no need to pretend
Creatures all, great and small come to bathe beneath my hollows.
The one that sees; truly free, Is the one that never follows.

In the middle of an endless field
The picnic rug becomes a shield
Against this harsh and terrible world

A world of eyes it has become.
A world where no one sees the sun.
It’s time to turn away,
From the rug,
From the field,
From the endless stream of nonsense
Dripping from the dark hole in the guts of humanity.

An open heart will dance and sing. Any beggar can now be king.

Oh the Muslims
Don’t leave your cattle untended
Not for human pleasure are they intended.

Thine holiest of Jews
Thine holiest of the lord’s sheep and lamb
In the ass I pillage thee
Thine ass of holiest loins and quiver I do

The thought of it snapping
And the rotten flesh spilling through
To my loins; oh joy of joys

Is it not a shame that no octopus
Has seen the tentacle porn
Oh the shame you useless and unworthy octopi
I taunt you with the tentacles

In the name of the beaver
The lover and receiver of Karl’s rod
Jealous is the rails evangelist
He thinks there is gold glittering
But finds only a placid dildo strap

In the hind quarters you are pillaged
In the hind quarters
The ownzone is your home
Stay there; do not roam

Is there a race?
Oh holy and secure lord.
Is thine the race of superiority?
Those that drink the golden syrup
Are fed by your greatness

Above and beyond the dome of royalty
I see a beggar; in rags he is clothed
His name is your mother or fatty
Whatever takes your fancy?

So be told now nooblets
It is heresy to be a slave to yourself
Let go of those earthly bonds
And turn to the art of slaughter

Survival is my only friend
In two devised when hives pretend
It is the life of one and only
Only one to be so lonely!

A cavern in my mind to be
a lonely stroll around the meet
Avoidance lives in dancing games
to play would be a rare delight

Only pain - merely fright
you are digging into my side
On the left ; the only path
You are here (right) beside my
Stifled laughter in abundance

My mind is liquid
Only shaping allows negating
Of interest is the rythms I speak
Betwix the light in you i keep

Take Note. It isn’t enough just to say something
Do what your heart cries out for
She is staring at me blankly… does she see?

Squander your luminosity
On me you are wasted. I’ll try to take you there
See. No, of course you don’t.

The warm wind comes up from the south
In hand you walk; a crowd removes the crown
Nude and fragile, you reach out for the mother

Waiting for the summer rain?
Only if you could be driven insane

I pry my hands apart; a tart
Unrequited. Forgiveness to dwell in ruptured states
I can still taste our moisture on my tongue
Though, you never touched mine

Spaghetti
Long and thin
Weeping like a fully grown child

All day long I think of things
But nothing seems to satiate
Manifest an image of you
So that I can masturbate

Can you help me? No, of course you can’t.

I have found the origin of time
And I hold it out in my hand for all
Isn’t it pretty; useless? (now)

A clown is a frog
Soft and slimy
Leering at your children
In him I find some solace; a kindred

Fortitude and rapid food
Pestilence and g’day dude
It’s over now, you can go
To the trough and wait for the snow

Sumerian clay-tablets translations: Chapter1 1/6

Highly recommended for anyone interested in ancient myth. Though personally at this stage I am not entirely convinced this is mythical. It’s really exciting stuff. I’d like to narrate it at some stage.

I’m really not entirely convinced by Darwinism and I see this as the most likely alternative at this stage.

Svalbard Global Seed Vault 

It began operating officially during February 2008.

Anyone who tells you anything else is dellusional.

You don’t need to get any better.

You are complete.

Anyone who tells you anything else is insane.

You don’t need to become anything.

You are necessary.

Anyone who tells you anything else is confused.

Live it.

Don’t worry about hiding your flowers from the sun.