Edgar Now!

I am not one who would wish people dead out of anger or hatred and the like. Today I when I was dreaming I saw a dreamt that many people from whom I went to high school with had died in a plane crash. In the dream I looked at a photograph and obsereved with someone next to me that so many of them had died.

After meditation today I felt something like this quote:

109. He whose mind is neither sleeping, waking, remembering, destitute of memory, disappearing nor appearing, is liberated.

110. He feels neither heat, cold, pain, pleasure, respect nor disrespect. Such a Yogi is absorbed in Samadhi.

111. He who, though awake, appears like one sleeping, and is without inspiration and expiration, is certainly free.

112. The Yogi, engaged in Samadhi, cannot be killed by any instrument, and is beyond the controlling powers of beings. He is beyond the reach of incantations and charms.

113. As long as the Prana does not enter and flow in the middle channel and the vindu does not become firm by the control of the movements of the Prana; as long as the mind does not assume the form of Brahma without any effort in contemplation, so long all the talk of knowledge and wisdom is merely the nonsensical babbling of a mad man.

-Hatha Yoga Pradapika

One side of me drops,
The other side of me jumps.
There will be peace when they dance together.

He is Harmony.

Bring me Music which is Harmony. Bring me Peace. Bring me Truth, Simplicity, Love.

Om Namah Shivaya

A rose bush brings light to the ghetto.
So many houses, rows and rows.
Dark skinned is one way to be,
Light skinned is another,
Both have their sewers all draining to the sea.

All they wanted was a hero to save them from dark destiny.

In wayward times a hero appears.
When times are good, nobody notices.

Whether true or false,
A hero appears only during war.
Now if I see a hero, I look for the war.

The first hero was a woman, protecting the house we lived in.
The house was called wisdom, and she was a woman too.
To love and shield her was her man's job. Calm, quiet, and serene.

The dark destiny came to them, each in their own way.
Wisdom grew dark and shadows took over.
Glitter blinded those from seeing whence the light came.

Man grew decadent, boastful without cause,
enslaved his own wife to his new vile ways.

Woman, she succumbed, to that Man's false greatness,
twisting her knowing to follow his way.

A rose bush brings light to the ghetto.
That subtle war which everyone knows.

Crying for the woman who knows not her heart.
Teeth barred toward the man who knows not true feeling.

A rose bush brings light to the ghetto.
And many thorns shall pierce those who wish to trample it.

Remember that departed soul and where have they gone?
If I feel her breathe through my own body, won't she feel me too?

Indeed it is true.
What a mockery. How death is a mockery.

Upon death, the breath dissolves into the mind and the mind returns to latent form
Yesterdays form behind the trick of Time.
A body is gone, but not the deepest mind.

She has breath, breathing once again in a body.
I hear her breathing, looking out from a body.

She's moving in the city of deep sleep.
Everything, all goes there.

Fire for loving
Fire for cooking
Fire for melting ice

Came closer to the Fire and it warmed me.
It lit the path.

That stuff that burns and scorches is not Fire,
More like ice, frozen divinity.
Fire is the hope on the path of love.

I'm all tuckered out. More travels coming up. I'm happy about that.
Maybe one of these days the life of humans will change for the better. Would have to get beligerent and rebellious against the old patterns and the ones who keep them in place first.

Well wishes to all those who can wish well.

At the fort
waiting in arms.
Leap the fence
Going beyond.

Hippo hold your back up.
A lot of weight needs a strong back.

Remember the Electric whip and chains?
Yeah, they sucked.