Tuesday, September 21, 2010

words like mine

These words; like oceans.
they are vast,
               huge,
                        so deep
they fathom reality.
My thoughts form connections;
it is a million sparks of energy.
These words;
true like rain.
True like gold.
True like atoms.
They stick and there are more than enough to share with you.
So please, here
                   are
                                  my
words;


these words can carry their weight and hold their head high above oppression.
Show me yours?

native indian american Pictures, Images and PhotosGolden Reflection Pictures, Images and PhotosSleeping Sun Pictures, Images and PhotosAt Rest Pictures, Images and PhotosDreamkeeper Pictures, Images and Photos






*small note to myself.

I was searching Native American Indians and all of the pictures looked like white people impersonating Native American Indians.


Arellano
Name Meaning and History
Spanish: habitational name from Arellano in Navarre, named in Late Latin as fundus Aurelianus ‘the farm or estate of Aurelius’.


My Philosophy in a nutshell
We are all creators. Gods of our own universes. We make reality. The soul grows as we go through animal/plant lives. We are recycled. We are young. And the creator was not satisfied with nothing so we became split. But I am God, as are you and him and her. All of us are God. Science is in fact, true. Everything lives even at a molecular level, working together to function, sparks of energy. That's all we are; energy that creates the very fabric of reality. It can tear; ever notice how some people see reality differently? People who can see ghosts regularly. People who can meditate so deep that they can travel dimensions of realities, meet others. Or time, how it travels for some people is different than other people. Time for some drags on and on and others it flies out of your hands; never enough. never enough. So then, we are God and I am you, as you are me, and everything is connected because we function that way. The air you breathe is elements, not just oxygen. Trees make your air from your breath which is COtwo. We are not separate from the earth or anything else for that matter. We exist here because we have created it; all of us together. You him/her i. God.

1 comment:

  1. I honour the place in you that is in me. There is but one....Namaste

    ReplyDelete

Followers

About Me

My photo
This is literally my internet notebook. My thoughts at the moment, the words that come straight from my brain to my fingertips tapping on the keyboard to you.