Nostigex

Fragrant breeze and falling shadows bus rides home in late afternoon Trees fluttering and wind tells story a rise in the melody of unfolding Something primal and forgotten something so warm and familiar gentle and close She wore a pink sweater sitting next to me a short divider between us I find her shoulder leaning slightly, but firmly on mine despite empty seats I am nervous but longing scared yet yearning tense but wanting to sink into the comfort the warmth of the feminine nudge I am recoiling and wondering fantasizing tense and waiting for the judgement of my mind or the suspicious sideways glance She is so

Mind-matrix as an icosohedral divine 'core', emanating white/pinkish light, which is filtered through faces of an expanded, non-contiguous icosohedron (the subconscious), which in turn projects prismatic colored light onto faces of an outermost icosohedron (the conscious, concrete, and personality level). Webs connecting like circuitry between faces of the intermediate, and also the outermost icosohedrons. Core represents the sum of all Higher Selves, which are immediate to one another, and which are part of a greater, diamond-like whole. Preserves individuality while exulting in the orchestrated dynamics and sheer power of unity. There in f

Vortex Door flung open wide Thunder cracking sky above the concrete I glide A spring in step, the horizons fall away one is all and all is one Flick fingers pointed in rhythm to the beat matter rearranging at my touch, yielding the power Demigod Like a spider leap at vibration, spiraling from the web out to nexus of pure essence Life pumping blood Blood pumping life Like liquid poetry All this in one moment Right now Eternal Now

Nectar How do I describe the thirst parching my essence It drains ever so slowly Sneaking through backdoors in my head Nectar, You hold the cup tenderly to my lips It tastes of sweet melancholy Who ever knew life could feel so right and so wrong Warmth flows from this paradox you hold spoken in truth from the depths flowing as a salve onto wounds long concealed No need to hide in shame No need to look away You are my tonic, my nectar, my love

In my understanding, we have three dimensions of mind from which thought and form arise: the subconscious, the conscious, and the superconscious or Higher Self. Within these three dimensions of consciousness, several personalities and subfacets exist, all of which are mutable. A personality is a conglomerate of learned reactions to stimuli, a history, opinions, and inexplicable yet precious quirks. A personality, no matter of what dimension, may possess markedly human characteristics: silly, authoritative, mysterious, enchanting, loving, etc... The personalities are subservient to the totality of each dimension they originate from. According