Contradiction. I seem to do that a lot!
From the perspective of duality, [and is that not the majority?] it would be so! How can something be both good and bad, both cold and hot, both high and low? Perhaps you don’t believe in any such thing. Perhaps you are aware of such paradoxes and find my rambling unenlightening and meaningless. The examples I give will probably sound ridiculous and obvious, though I would say does the principle not apply to everything?
Good and bad seem to be oppo...
Intellect without emotion happens to be just that, intellect. Many a great contemporaries of my time have spent great amounts of energy developing their intellect. These analytical minds capable of the most scrutinous reflection on ideas all too often fail in dealing with emotion, let alone aknowledge the existence as vital to the experience. Who can blame them? It’s not a pleasant experience delving in to the darker [only dark in comparison to the not so dark] areas of your mind to understand...
There is no need to force Love. When you force Love is becomes a destructive force. If they aren't receptive they probably won't be in there current flesh; however, that may very well change in a month or two. Be subtle unless you are asked to spread the Love. Being subtle with Love is like being subtle with a fire poker. You caress them with the poker never actually touching the skin. The heat is amazing melting all of your tension. Although if you try to go to fast you run the risk of burning them and they will not come back. I liked giving too much Love as burning someone at the stake. I'm sure some of you remember how that feels. The Love has been called Kundalini. I have trouble separating the idea of Kundalini from my egos idea of power. When I call it The Love it helps.
What is Love you ask?
It's a feeling.
It's a verb.
It makes my body writhes and twist,
and that's not even close,
to being the jist of things...
Why use others' words as wings?
While the spirit deep inside you sings and dreams,
Your soul is awake as a light beam,
Though asleep it may seem,
Cobwebs obscure the view,
but I can still see the beauty in you,
I see it in every action you do,
It's a different kind of blue,
I feel it pulsing through to you.
I already am.
Around november of 2009 I had a psychotic break. It lead me to realize the illusion of life. It took me awhile to embrace love, but once I did I found there is no other way.