(via palahniukandchocolate)
golden brown
“…the cold wash of anesthesia hit me it swept over me, a wave that started at the tip of my, rushing across my face to my head, running down my neck to my chest, crashing into a warm golden explosion in my stomach, my groin, a blessed sensation beyond the peak of orgasm and relief of nausea, as every muscle in my body relaxed and my head lolled gently my shoulder, every sense unwinding, unburdened of the crushing weight of pain I never even knew that I had: the rush, the wave, death, heaven, completion. For hours and hours. The hit. Sensual ultimatum….”
The meaning of now
We are living through the most exciting, challenging and most critical time in human history. Never before has so much been possible; and never before has so much been at stake
Around us we see crisis of all kinds - environmental crises, social crises, economic crises, international crises. We also see that the roots of these crisis lie with us - our materialism, our yearning for power, our love of money, our fear of each other.
But why? This is the question that we must ask ourselves. Why have we become so attached to material things? Why do we feel we need to be in control of our lives? Why do we love money more than we love most of our brothers and sisters on this planet?
How is it that a species that can think about the intricacies of sub-atomic space, look back in deep time to the possible origins of the universe, understand the processes underlying life itself, live beneath the seas, stand on the moon, and create almost anything it desires, is not able to ensure the happiness of every one of its members?
Why do we fear so much? Why are we not at peace? Why are we so caught up in the past and future we miss present moment? These are the questions we must ask.
Our global crisis is, at its root, a crisis of consciousness; and until we tend to the root of our problems the crises around us will continue to proliferate and deepen.
golden brown
Golden brown texture like sun
Lays me down WITH my mind she runs
Throughout the night
No need to fight
Never a frown with golden brown
Every time just like the last
On her ship tied to the mast
To distant lands
Takes both my hands
Never a frown with golden brown
Golden brown finer temptress
Through the ages she’s heading west
From far away
Stays for a day
Never a frown with golden brown
