PDX ART: Cycles of Life

Unbound or the Cycles of Life
Unbound like a book from the twine of limitation free from the confinement of my own conditioning released from prison of condemnation the shackles cut off by relentless craving for freedom.
I step onto the path of the liberated from fear.
My soul has risen my consciousness is in full bloom spreading its aroma into an unbridled present.
I live in the exhuberation of the uncircumcised future and lay my bare heart on the door steps of circumference.
I am the empty page looking for an author a creator of word logarithms that rhyme with joy and mate with the pleasure of ink and pen.
I am the megaphone the voice of the world that is penetrating the eardrums of the willing.
The alphabet does not exist so we can proof that we can spell but is there to spell out the urgency which each moment emanates like our desire to congregate.

Channels of ideocyncrocy co-exist with the sound of reason.
America has stepped back into the spotlight after a bout with the dark ages of the mind to reclaim its place as a beacon of inspiration.
Every idea has potential even if it is a bad idea to be materialized every limitation has as consequence the imprisonment of thought.

The perplexity of life is a lousy excuse to succumb to protectionism.
The old America is dead and the new one doesn’t exist yet doesn’t know itself yet has not fully accepted the change yet doesn’t know the new language of engagement yet has not adjusted to the new reality yet to be ready to harvest the new crop of possibilities.

We peaked long time ago and coasted on that declining peak and we are still holding on to lofty ideas like a bubble that has long fallen to the ground and doesn’t realize it had burst already. We are hanging on in desperation not realizing that desperation is what is holding us back.

The spirit of adventure has lain dormant for too long and smells musky but the only way ahead is downhill back to solid ground.
We have cheated on our forefathers not upheld the highest thought misused equality as a wretch and used religion as a weapon of distraction used money as a barrier used education as a means to exalt.
We have cheated on others by stepping over them on the way up the ladder of success and ignored our oneness by claiming to be born better than others to be born again into superiority thinking.
We have cheated ourselves by inhaling our own smoke screen buying into the wrong things misusing our own trust into ourselves sold our ability for compassion to reality TV producers and other over the counter gimmicks and neglected our potential but stooped to every lowest denominator that crossed our path and promised a quick salvation from our short comings.

The idea of the individual is brilliant but only productive if it serves a greater societal good otherwise its
just like a Dog eating its own tale.

The American Dream has never been on sound ground and this untimely earthquake has shaken its soft foundation to its compromised core.
America is a young country and like every teenager it doesn’t like to learn its lessons but runs stubbornly head banging freewheeling into very next best wall just to proof that it can and to show its unruly strength which craves praise and attention like an ant craves the sugar bowl.
The American Dream has to become an inward journey a dream of a better you and me and us.
A land of plenty in a world of scarcity is not sustainable and a collective mind stimulated by pollutants won’t be able to keep the force alive.
Civilisation is on a brink a new horizon either it will became more civil or it will become extinct.
Ego growth is not exponential but loving is.
We pushed life expectancy way ahead on our biological clock but turned back time on stable morals and ethics. Behavior is becoming less and less civilized and crime has taken on more hues of color then there are class systems.

Define hero and I don’t mean war hero and then step into your own blue print. Make it happen and start with a smile as a chain reaction.
It’s not enough to have an idea to proclaim a dream it has to be built and maintained with vigilance because we are weak at heart and unstable in mind and depleted in spirit.

This dream, idea, concept is sick and needs a makeover an update a rebirth and a readjustment of priorities a realignment to higher principles.
This is the time to show that we care about who we are what we think and what results our actions produce.

We harbor weapons of mass distraction right in our brains we house thoughts that terrorize ourselves and others and we keep feeding them.
Words are either like a fountain that spews deceit and gossip or like a spring that can nourish and replenish a nation.

What is it going to be a destiny that is heroic but void of vision or heroics which are illuminating a visionary path.
Destiny has not been written yet but the layout of the chapters promise drama mixed with humility and a possibility for a happy ending but not for all.

We have become slave owners and slaves to thoughts which bring out the worst in us but bold steps can lead us towards a better stewardship. Together we can preserver alone we will fail.
Let our ideas be fruitful and multiply let them be unbound and free of stale dogma let our ideas awaken us from our slumber let the populous be enlightened and the dreams be real foe all.

Courage is easy amongst friends. Let life be easy let your mind be easy on yourself. Go out and make friends out of enemies because your future depends on it and it really feels good.
Let’s not just dream like Americans but like the French the Russians or the Kenyans because no one’s dream is more important then another’s.
Together we can and will make them come true let it be the good ones.
There is not my country or yours there is only our world. Life is only worth it if we uphold some fundamental truths that are worth dying for.
If we think infringements on the freedoms and rights are worth the price for a false security we will die in vain and in support of the wrong regimented ideologies.

We are not born unequal anymore but we still learn by doing things in new ways not by repeating old patterns.
The pursuit of happiness is passé and it’s time to return to the pursuit of wisdom once more because it is time to revise the old saying “only the ignorant know true happiness” and it’s time to change it to “only the wise can know what the purpose of happiness is.”
Don’t oppress but press on to ensure that freedom keeps fresh and keeps expanding in peace and in its time.
Strength without humility leads to arrogance leads to weakness enforces sacrifice returns you to humility.
Unbound I flow with the cycles of life to return like a new born to my own beginnings