The Writing Journal

Gripped in the Talmud of a tonality, a sweeping experience of true dissonance:  my musical journey.

Homophobic erotica depicting masturbation that is flaccid, frustrating and painful may be an emotional journey of letting go of guilt through association.

Tirade of emblems that presuppose design on all things made of god.

Or passionate rants about bobulous babes of the opposite sex (same sex, or no sex).

These canon like entries into my journal (or diary) are not meant to see the light of public consumption.

The truth is personal, specific to one’s own knowledge, stylized in their voice (using 1st person on many occasions).

But a journal may be on any and all topics that thwart or endear the masses.

Yet, not all reader or writer, neither or both hast gazed upon thine navel to propagate prose in this vein or humors.

Tsk-tsk, on one’s neighbour’s folly, thyself, and all…than roam upon this inhabited planet floating in the milky way.

Go now, and write upon the hill, your classic dialogue that speaks to one, no one or many!

 

The Creative State

Joy

The creativity or stream=of=consciousness is a state of being that is expressed through a practice of well being.

My practice may be while I do something or very little.

Meditation or mindfulness can have a flow of consciousness.

We can practice breathing as a meditation, but it is when we experience the stream of our consciousness that we can experience our best meditation.

To let go is the same thing as going for flow or being in the zone.

We feel whole or one, a unity of ourselves with whatever we are practicing or doing.

When the workday just disappears or time flies, this is the x-factor.

Of course, we need to work at it with the intension of being in the Tao, we are just opening up to whatever is there.

We can stop the flow whenever we want to stop being present or do something else.

But there is no reason to stop.

 

Our life is a creative state.

We use too much punctuation in our life.