break my brain

 people are not who they seem. 

in fact people are not people at all. 

People are kernels of light. Of reason that guides how they move through life. 

And that is not a romanticized or mystical notion. 

How one breathes, How they orient their body. The sound each syllable makes. The silence in between. The space they take up. The relaxation of their muscles - of their face and their body. 

Everything flows from the kernel of their truth. Human beings are sculptors and sculpted. Agents roaming the world with Kernel access to edit our own source code.

Again, not in a romanticized self-improvement kind of way. But literally; To expose ourselves to our fears, anxieties and structure experience around us in a way that we can overcome them. 

We are molten lava in the process of solidifying itself. Molten truth ossifying into the subject. 

The clothes we choose to wear. How they rub against our skin. The way we touch each other, from a handshake to sex. Everything is moving, everything can be changed. 

Wherever our awareness touches, it creates art. As it touches our spine, it eases up how we hold ourselves, with poise and grace. As it touches our lungs and nose, it creates space for us to breathe deeply, like the royal beings we are. 

When we listen to others, we always stop the flow of awareness. It simply is always destructive. Or perhaps I am being dogmatic with this assumption again. There are always lines of flight, territorializing and deterritorializing of our own and the collective psyche going on in our very own minds. 

In watching it as an observer, the magic unfolds itself. The body has its own intelligence, the mind has its own intelligence. Subtle yet brilliant. So slender is its movement that it can be conflated with madness. 

Holding this framework I have outlined is itself breaking my brain in some sense. For it is so much at odds with what I see in society. Everyday. 

And so I throw it away. But its essence needs to remain. Or society will eat into me, and there will be nothing left. 

People reconstitute themselves in moving through their life in accordance with whatever they hold to be their highest ideal. This reconstitution is not some mystic ideal, but literally happening as you read this. What you believe will determine your thoughts which will determine your actions and so on. 

Constraint is creativity because without a container strong enough, this creativity cannot be explored. The divine feminine will not reveal itself. In constraining something we narrow our space of awareness. We let it lead us down the seductive path, a game of cat and mouse. 

It is a labyrinth in which we have a guiding light, but there is only one correct path. As the forks increase, there is only one middle path, a needle to pass through. 

As it gets increasingly subtle, so must our mind become increasingly perfect. Honed by the truth we see. 

Namaste.