Moving Winds Of Mystery

Our absence of absolute knowledge is what drives us; the search of trying to find answers in order to understand the world around us and within us the best we can.  But there is always a point in understanding when our minds reach a limit of comprehension, such as when we try to toy with these following ideas: a state of utter nothingness, or the infinite existence of fractals, or all the many things which do exist outside of our physical senses; colors invisible to the human eye.  These thoughts can cause us to stumble because they seem to be too great, far beyond our immediate exposure of life.  They are that of which we cannot fathom nor really ponder upon, no matter how far we push our selves to analyze every aspect of information available, nor how far we strain our imaginations.  But in truth, no matter how much we seem to ever-increasingly understand the reachable world around us, we have only tricked ourselves into believing we can actually grasp even such basic foundations…  We dismiss familiar things as if they are less profound, and yet if you search far enough into any one of these more finite things, you will still reach that point of limitation, of incomprehension.  Knowing the processes of how every living things works, or that we all are made up of sub-atomic particles only quenches our insatiable thirst through the usage of terminology, language, and categories by once again conceptualizing and familiarizing.  And yet, we still truly cannot explain what ‘some-thing,’ or more honestly, what ‘any-thing’ is, at it’s core of being.  The only word that can come to mind, is miraculous.  When you concede to the unreachable truths, you will be filled with a sense of awe.  It is at this point of realization, we must stop, silence our minds and open ourselves — especially our hearts — completely, to the awareness of the silent, moving winds of mystery.  Without any questions or search for answers (though curiosity remains), we must let ourselves feel.  Perhaps here, in the absence of any kind of idea we hold to be true, we can find wisdom and simply know, undoubtedly, it is.

Oddly,

Oceana

Moon Magic

Our spirits wax and wane with the waves of the Ocean,
The Moon moves our minds with ever-changing emotion.
The glimmer of light reflects off the surface of the water
And in our own two eyes,
Can be found a similar sparkle.

When you hear the wind moving the green, vibrant leaves
Do you not feel it to be the same force
Moving your soul, as you breathe?

With the flames of a fires flicker,
As it yawns and it yearns,
Does the heat of the light not make your own passions burn?

All you can see – from the swirls of dust
To the spirals of Galaxies
It all encompasses what you are,
What you are made to be,
A reflection of the very beauty you were born to embody.

Matter has found a way to discover itself,
Think, about itself, ourselves, our cells analyze it’s own game
And now we have become the vessels,
If you follow the fractals,
We are One and the same.

Your body is Earth,
and your mind
It’s very own Universe

Oddly,

Oceana