Redprisma

There is infinite unity. Somewhere in the abyss of space and time there is a circle of light. This light is both too small to see and too large to understand. Here in the light, exists everything. Everything that is and everything that was.  Dying by Alex Gray, 1998 We see this place sometimes. In our dreams or in the eyes of another the light becomes exposed. We reach out hoping to capture it. Like a treasure, which can be claimed and possessed, we cover it with our hands and we hold on to it, but all we do is create a shadow as our hands grasp thin air.  It begins with seeing the light. At first it is strange, unusual and distant. When it gets close it streams through the gaps between our fingers, blinding us. We are afraid so we try to shield ourselves. But the light is more powerful than us, it can penetrate deeper than anything we can possibly use to block it. When it touches our bodies we become enlightened and embraced. We finally realize, we are...

Object to be Destroyed by Man Ray Time passes each day.  I look up at the sun Thinking "God, I can't stare too long." The insanity of this life is like drowning. Frowning into your eyes I see Perhaps you can never become My father, though you are my dad. Through you I once saw God, And the lies made me so sick, The transmission so clouded and fuzzy, That my sight became blindness And my thoughts poisonous lies. Now I house a spirit which is both furious And awakening. It burns away all the rubbish And defeat. I look at the sun thinking, "God I can't stare too long." But I stare anyways, Burning my eyes until I see something worth looking at.

Your words held me prisoner.  Like Andy Dufresne, I was held captive despite my innocence. Like him, I was a convict of the circumstances. A convict living within the boundaries of your mind. And I peered out of the cage, Always dreaming of the Pacific that remembers nothing. I dreamt of a wave that would wash away my memory as it crashed. I could have looked upon this as inevitable, Just bad luck, and perhaps it was. But I dreamt so vividly of a life with possibilities And I wondered how it could have ever been reality. We are not victims of circumstance, We are warriors in our own lives. Sometimes holding nothing But words on a crinkled page.

Your words hold me prisoner. Like Andy Dufresne, I am held captive despite my innocence. Like him, I am a convict of the circumstances, A convict living within the boundaries of your mind And I peer out of the cage Always dreaming of the Pacific that remembers nothing. I dream of a wave that will wash away my memory as it crashes. I could look upon this as inevitable, Just bad luck. Perhaps it is. But I dream so vividly of a life with possibilities And I wonder how this could ever be reality. We are not victims of circumstance, We are warriors in our own lives. Sometimes holding nothing But words on a crinkled page. And perhaps your shield is too thick, To ever be pierced.

I was watching Alien for the first time last night in preparation for the movie Prometheus, and as the ship officer Kane was being ripped open by a newborn alien it dawned upon me that I HAVE to see more of the "classic" movies. I was mind blown. For a movie that was produced in 1979, I couldn't believe how awesome this was.  I realize now what a poor job the people who raised me have done in educating me in American pop culture. I also realize there are bigger priorities than this, but I have to say I've been severely denied. So many times in my life during a rather pleasant discussion, someone will say, "Its like in that movie _______." And all I have to offer to the conversation is a nod and a stare in the fruitless hopes they don't recognize the complete and total blank in my head. Usually, people notice. And then usually I'm left feeling (for lack of a better word) just dumb. So in the upcoming excess of free time I will have after graduatio...

Awakening. I’m awakening. Opening my mind up to the world. Releasing my pain. Balloon. It floats. Pop in the silent atmosphere. Streaming. Plastic. My pain is plastic now. Little streamers of plastic. Nothing. Particles in the grand magnificence of the universe. Love. My heart beats. Every moment, precious. Every moment sacred. A Smile.