Self-Expression

Do you produce art, dear friends?

If so, feel free to post it. 

I write poetry

https://allpoetry.com/Newks

I tried making it into a rap, but it didn't work very well, I seem to have an odd sense of rhythm: here

I also play the lyre-harp, which admittedly is a cheap yet very fun instrument, makes a very gentle companion and always lightens the atmosphere! Interestingly, the ancient Greeks used their harps to induce astral projection and healing!

I'm considering buying dizi/xiao, which is a bamboo flute, as inspired by this. Every part of the world seems to have its own reed flutes and it's very magical; archaic yet romantic. In fact, refined ears seem to appreciate them a lot, from Tchaikovsky (here) to Rumi (here)

I also have a cheap midi controller/keyboard and I'm learning to compose my own music on Fruity Loops 10, but I have a lot of things running on the background and thus, don't contribute much time to play around with this particular thing.

If you're artistically inclined and want to share a piece of your soul, then help yourself! Let's get to know each other! :D

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  •  That is really beautiful and goes so well with the selected music from Swan Lake. :)


    Paisios Papapavlou said:

    https://youtu.be/QQTZ7GTnoKU

    The ender beckons
    in my side i reckons:
    the fuel of the echoes
    for aeons 'without purpose',
    stands static in line,
    one self each second in no time.
    Such swam the swan in high tide:
    white and black,wearing the moon & nightsky.
    Its mistress is gravity, for she can decide,
    who gets to live when its time to fly.
    The larger wings merely promised they'd hide
    a brain that doesn't know where its heart confide.
    Some waves collapse leaving their peaks unmade,
    In a sea of potentials, you and the ender remain,
    he changes - changing you, every moment of today
    Who you are and who you are not,
    both mutually caught
    in a dance of 'be or belong'

    :)

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  • https://youtu.be/QQTZ7GTnoKU

    The ender beckons
    in my side i reckons:
    the fuel of the echoes
    for aeons 'without purpose',
    stands static in line,
    one self each second in no time.
    Such swam the swan in high tide:
    white and black,wearing the moon & nightsky.
    Its mistress is gravity, for she can decide,
    who gets to live when its time to fly.
    The larger wings merely promised they'd hide
    a brain that doesn't know where its heart confide.
    Some waves collapse leaving their peaks unmade,
    In a sea of potentials, you and the ender remain,
    he changes - changing you, every moment of today
    Who you are and who you are not,
    both mutually caught
    in a dance of 'be or belong'

    :)

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  • Thanks, Mary. Yes, No has it's own nature. Try to read it again, but without reason. That's why it stumped me when I first wrote it. When you feel it, there are boundaries. I think that is why I am so drawn to paradoxes. They have boundaries/meaning/truthiness? Simply put, I just couldn't find a place for No in this mindspace. I think it is it's own thing. Maybe No is equally attached to trust/faith/love. Just more of the wisdom half instead of the heart path. Then again, maybe it is just an option until you find the Yes. I don't know.

  • Wow. Simple but absolutely beautiful. The power of Yes. 

    I like this because saying yes especially when the gut reaction might be too often NO for some of us and that may indicate fear, closed, cold potentials, yes opens one to the infinite possibilities and gifts that YES could bring us. I am not saying that no boundaries are always a healthy thing sometimes No has it's own gifts but I could see the power of YES in so many situations and to encourage us to find our own answers, reasons and meanings as well as encourage trust, faith and love. 

  • I thought I might share something I kinda stumped myself with when I wrote it. I have a friend who sometimes just responds with the word "yes". I asked her once if it was a specific yes, or a more general one. She said it was the latter. This sparked my curiosity, and I thought it might be fun to explore this word a bit. That was a few years ago.

    Upon rereading what I wrote from this desire to understand, I realized it seems to resemble philosophy, but I feel it is only poetry as it makes me feel, but not think. So, here it is. It's a short one.

    Yes

    Yes. The word existing only as itself. Unfettered. Unhindered. An answer to all questions. A statement of trust, faith, and love. Simple. Pure. Whole.

    A paradox of unusual character, it doesn't want to form as its traditional opposite. Instead, it transitions to silence. Unassuming. Warm. Content.

    From this, a second opposite appears. The lack of an answer. Honest. Empathic. Gentle. Existing as before, in faith, but remade.

    The third opposite simply dissolves away. It cannot exist as No, because it knows nothing of it. Emptiness has no meaning here.

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  • Thank you for sharing that story, Mary!

  • Yeah of course. Call me however you like and thank you for the compliment,

    You're all so precious, I would hug everyone if i could.

    Also Mary, that's how a psychopath feels 24/7, but the feeling of loathing God is not guaranteed to be there, neither are the emotions you felt. This is the beginning of every psychopathic thinking pattern, the total separation and detachment; absolute self-reliance. 

    Believe it or not, the negative polarity goes out of its way to achieve this, it's paramount in getting you to act according your bidding unhindered by most eusocial frivolties.


    Mary Betts said:

    Pai, 

    May I call you that? . Love the beauty going on around here. 

    --M

  • Pai, 

    May I call you that? You are a  true troubadour and there are not that many of those. A scribe, Ahakepeare and as always I love your insights and how you always give another angle that sheds new light on something. Love the beauty going on around here. 

    --M

    Paisios Papapavlou said:

    I can relate, my social life is lacking as well. But my guides have allowed me dream lucidity to get around that. Just walk around and follow your heart.

  • Hello Adam, 

    I am gonna share this. I had an experience. I was alone. It came on like a wave of information.  I was altered,  I will leave it at that and in that midnight journey I had the distinct overarching experience of being the only thing. The ONLY ALIVE THING.  Not even alive but the only aware thing anywhere.  It was not a joyful moment for me. Not liberating but quite terrifying. I had ZERO recourse but to accept that all of my deepest joys, love, the story of my life was as valid or real as the entertainment we put on to watch. It was gutting. I knew it before intellectually and then I experienced the inside of being ALONE and it was HEAVY to say the least. 

    I just sat at my dining room table and cried and cried and cried and cried absolutely horrified, repeating the words WOW WOW WOW over and over amazed and yet I felt these terrific waves of physical euphoria while my brain melted into a total despair of finality of what I had just learned. The fact that I could not even call Jason to tell him about this milestone of awareness was part of the absurdity of the joke and it hurt so much. Why do that? It seemed insane to me. I had the impression that if I opened the front door everything was going to like space trash untethered and floating and dissappearing and I would be staring into the void. 

    I was just literally going to to call up a hallucination?  Why? The emptiness of it all was traumatic. It's not an awareness that I could keep however, because no matter what I am in the story and I have to be here and I have to live it so I may as well get with the program and enjoy the experience of the lie.

      I have a feeling though that it was just a "stop along the way" onto some deeper understanding. Why it expressed in terms of despair or horror, I don't know. It could have just as easily exploded me into joy and laughter where I realized I was the mark in a terrific joke. There was no true loss of ego there bc in sense I felt a bit victimized by larger self and angry and sad about the loss of the "realness" of my life. I did not feel gratitude at all but just terror at the infinity/finiteness of the conclusion that stretched on forever.

    I thought GODAMMIT no wonder we give ourselves amnesia and do this again and again. Iwas angry that I made it all up and that I forgot and got attached to it.  I began to wonder if Onlything or god was just terribly lonely in its self awareness ( of course that's the filter of what I was feeling in the moment) and that we generate these endless stories just because we can? Because we have eternity to play with?

    While I eventually recovered from that night, it left a strange scar. It was probably a necessary experience.  I think if I had stumbled upon your poem it may have been a balm as I recognize the good council it offers a weary and tired being that knows probably too much for its own good. It's a good compass when you feel like a diver that can't tell whether they are up or down in the darkness. 

    Thank you.

    Adam Guimont said:

    Your words are comforting.

    I suppose it's natural for a hermit, like myself, to see the world as a dark and scary place. When I wrote that poem I felt like the only safe place was in my own mind, and so it was a way for me to carry that inner strength out into the world.

    I am still very cautious, shy, and reserved... but only because it's comfortable (I'm way out of my comfort zone on this forum).

    Writing certainly does help break out of that. I'll share more when I get to a better place mentally :-)

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