Robin Lipinski

Oatmeal quickly turns into

Dust dissolves in when wet

and sometimes i wish my mind would turn off.

Many think time flows in one direction. This is not hard to reason as it is easy to see life be brought into existence, age, reproduce, age until the cells no longer replicate or the DNA becomes corrupt and then death.

Much like a foot race where a fresh sprinter shoots out at great speed. Expending much energy and focused upon the finish line.

Do the many that think time flows in one direction ever realize time is flowing in the opposite direction at the same ‘time’ it flows in another?

Maybe they do not because they have become too comfortable with this world and the body they occupy. Maybe they have just become creatures of habit. As such they could or would never even consider such ‘folly’.

i find it strange when everything around us is so very obvious. Some call it fate or destiny. Some call it mental illness. Some give title to such as, philosophy, religion, insanity…

i call it, Life. as such i do not nor will i ever fear Death. For me, Time is a means of definition to help those who do not allow themselves to be freed. As such, and with a hearty bellow i smile in silence again today to travel and gather calmness from the center of all being.

Creatures communicate. Of this one simple fact it is apparent. People talk to people. Animals of all sorts speak to each other. Even plants communicate. Can we agree that creatures communicate? That you communicate?

Contrary. Opposing dissent. Black versus white. Hot/cold. Always two sides to a coin but I suppose almost 100% of those able to communicate would agree that communication exists.

Now, enter a simple thing called, free will. Most who hear those two words put together think free will is a religious term. That God gave humans the gift of free will…

The Gift

Wrapped in such simple paper or adorned with wrappings of gold and jewels

Inside, the items cherished ranging from such treasured items from no monetary value to life itself…

A  question: Once the gift is received and the observations made to how it was wrapped and then to what gift inside was received… Is it the shiny wrapping remembered? The gift inside? Or when days uncounted pass that moment of receive does the thoughts turn to that who it was that gave?

Free will is the topic i write of today, as today I listened to an intellectual professor speak on how he believes free will is folly and does not exist.

Everyone of biological material and the genetic makeup of human is able to communicate, even when the body dies, it still communicates even if that communication is the foul stench of corruption.

As the professor spoke he communicated illogical and incoherent thoughts in parallel with his vocal actions. He might not know himself as most do not but his communication was an excellent example of free will.

People can try and take God out of their lives just as people can try and build ships to the stars… free will.

Is this what people are really good at as they exercise free will? To try?

Research what society deems as, successful people. These people can be sports athletes, politicians, rich, intellectuals… they can be whatever you consider to be, ‘successful’.

What can one observe and take away from such research? i already know and as such will not give you the answer as it is best for one in search to arrive at the goal.

Humanity. You are a species of communication. Your tears of pain and joy speak volumes. In your soul it is easy to understand why. Your defiance. Your acceptance. Your free will is truly a gift to see.

Tensur im plotten

tou sin to

lichentich ma me

Morlid.

If it were all taken away in an instant…

the clothing, comforts, home, treasures…

If all were gone, ceasing to supply the view and touch and hearing

what would remain?

Naked and baring for cruelty, survival, love; seemingly unaware of such possibilities

yet, one fact is certain…

You would be awake with the greatest of intensity

alive

shivering

and in this moment then comes a realization of just how truly precious

this, the gift of

Life.

biological of impossible bringing

singing songs of light

filled with joyous labor

squaring wrongs

feeling right

the music fills the void, depth deep and dark

as above and below the rays of existence show the penetration

of

Life.

first she and then he, and then she followed by he

he and she

she and he

he and…

she and..

this is when the  laughs and smile begin.

you see?

of course, as he and she, she and he, they are always

and always

will

be

(there inside flows the myriad of pictures. there exist words understood and words not even yet, ever written…) ((it is here upon this line above and below dance the scenes))

As a child to look ahead, to dream, listen, learn, grow

So much to experience while around the illusion existed

reality.

Time after time to feel the lines, the emotions, the past/present/future

Laughing on the lake when the stars danced, when the witches tried enchantments, and the cats eyes glowed, with even more as the fields themselves became alive

Father knew as he gazed upon his charge, Mother was indeed, loving

Brother strayed from the path, Sister too

With growth the childhood melted away replaced with more reality surrounding the illusion

Military, Farming, Forestry, Building, Writing; more and more shined reality surrounding the illusion

Love…ah yes, the ultimate emotion and so powerful the illusion as now mature in flesh and groan, with laughter becoming more and more the solution

Age is ageless for those seeing/being/part of, reality surrounded by illusions

This place of illusion so many find to be their reality, their world, their domain of being… It causes, for some, confusion. It causes, for most, a reality so real it could never be

an illusion…

Deeper  now with friends far past; distant; lost; gone for a journey on a path leading to a cliff… A fall where they fear yet must leap to find that reality surrounding the real illusions…

For me, it is and always is good. A grand display to watch and experience while trapped in such a fleshy illusion. And as much as a moth sheds their grounded ways taking flight to freedom, so too i as in the deepest depths/highest star heartily give surrender the gentle touch, retreating farther into reality where illusions have absolutely no power or meaning.

1. Good food

2. Good sleep

3. Fishing: good or bad

This is what I consider to be the best things on this planet. Now, if i had to pick the three worst things, right off the top of my head it would be

1. Evil/hate

2. Physical pain

3. Debt

As for all those other things such as work, hobbies, etc… they just are.

Of course, inspirational.

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There is something to be savored when sipping a spoon of spicy Tom Yum soup

Nibbling upon some freshly grated cheese melted on some fresh pasta

Soothing the throat with some chocolate ice cream…

Then, after such indulgence, to relax, open the window, cover the body  in fresh sheets

to fall into a blissful and wonderful

sleep.

Dreaming of fish and food

Sun and adventure

and ignoring the reality of evil and hate, even if just for a moment.

What an arbitrary moment tonight is. At the ‘stroke’ of midnight the human calendar changes numerals from 2019 to a higher number, 2020.

There are so many strange words that align with time: Minutes, seconds, weeks, months, days, centuries… All starting from an ‘earlier’ moment and progressing in higher numbers until ‘today’.

Today. What is today. If you’re high on drugs, today is a wonderful way to debate what you think is brilliant and then you forget what you think and will not think in a coherent way until tomorrow.

Today: A moment you live in or just lived. It remains that way until the ‘stroke’ of midnight and then it is tomorrow which then becomes another ‘today’.

i have little use for time other than the creatures on this planet are a slave to time. They are conceived, born, grow, and die. The lives mimic the calendar and the words that align with time. It is fun to watch it all unfold, however, time itself is boring.

Boring is what time is. Pure boredom. Much better to live in a world where time has no beginning or end. A world where you can live in whatever ‘time’ you desire. To see yourself conceived, born, grow, and die. Or do it in reverse; die, grow, born, conceive…

But my world is alien and strange and it is good it is this way. But, for those who just love to be slaves, enjoy the ‘stroke’ of midnight and your ‘new’ year. Some great things coming in 2020. Tonight while this world celebrates i will be celebrating, in mine.

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1 January in the year 2020

night passed as is always does

filled with  language, picture, vibrations,  (insert)

now

was that 1,2,or three before

or

after that?