Both Ways
The less I know
The more I see
The less I know
The more I see
The less I know
The more I see
The less I know
The more I see
The less I know
Now I forgot which way that goes…
Posts Tagged ‘ poetry ’
The less I know
The more I see
The less I know
The more I see
The less I know
The more I see
The less I know
The more I see
The less I know
Now I forgot which way that goes…
When we go, we stop staying still
When we say yes, we say no to what is not yes
When we are happy, it is due to our capacity to feel sad
When we forget our past, we remember our future
It is easy and without substance to choose sides.
It is not so easy to expand one’s perspective through calculated and liberating experiences.
It is not so easy to digest value in our mistakes.
We get caught up in winning debates.
We get caught up in being a thesis or antithesis and fail to reach a synthesis.
Left and right
Black and white
Believers and non believers
All doing the same dance
Behind different masks.
– Travis the Traveler
Stories intertwined
Belief suspended in time
Manifested from Mind
Illusions I call mine
The road that I take
And the choices I make
Can only be a mistake
For heaven’s sake!
If this is what the spirit needs
A heart to eternally bleed
From one to the next, you see
Everything is a seed
There is a process in every story we experience and every story we simulate for others to experience. We love the cycles that constantly overcome and fall at the same time. We are not solely our individual minds. We observe the self in the story from the heavens. Our mistakes in life are for the sake of our expansion within the heavens. We find hope and life in the motion, the turning of things. We find despair and death on the other end of the wheel. It is the turning of the wheel that creates all forces. There is no way to increase or decrease one without equally affecting the other. If the force is not desired, it is only because of how it moves through us, not simply that it exists.
– Travis the Traveler
Have I been thinking
Or listening selectively
As my mind flows?
Am I not my mind
But an attentive observer
From above or below?
– Travis the Traveler
The demons conquered in your mind are
the demons conquered in your life are
the demons conquered in your mind are
the demons conquered in your life are
the demons conquered in your mind are
the demons conquered in your life are…
Spectrums fluctuate in an interwoven array
Transmuting in cascading cycles of emotions
Countless windows looking out to the great mirror
Of which we can only see ourselves.
Travis the Traveler
