The pure potential of emptiness. Deep. Dark. Thoughts.

Silence. Dark silence. Enveloping. Infinite. Dark and quiet, but somehow crystal clear. Nothing to see. Nothing to hear. Nothing to smell or taste. Nothing for the senses except the feel of the silence, the utter lack of sensation leaving a feeling of being shrouded in something that isn't even there! Consumed by the lack of any perception. Swallowed by the pure emptiness, and left with nothing but the thoughts inside your head. Silent thoughts. Dark thoughts. There is no up. There is no down. No right, no wrong, no good, no bad. There is nothing but soul, pure essence revealed in the mirror of self. Your true self. Unfiltered and unadulterated. Pure. Soul. Take it down to the real you. Not the face or the body or the clothes, the car, or the house. The real you, the true you is not beneath all that. The real you is beyond all that. Out there in the infinite dark silence, after you stop noticing the lack of anything, you start noticing what is real. That's the easy part. The hard part is to remember what is real, once you leave the silence and darkness behind.
But maybe you can't totally leave it behind. The silence. The darkness. It has been suggested that in various forms these voids are everywhere and that they in fact give our world it's definition. Without the space between the words on this page there are no words, just letters. Without the rests and rhythms in music there is no melody, just noise. Without darkness, there is no light, no end, no new day. And, it is in these empty spaces, as vast as the empty space in the universe itself and as minute as the space between an atom's particles, that pure potential and possibility exist. Think about it. If nothing is there now, than anything could be there later. Pure potential. Anything is possible. In the silence you will find pure potential. In the darkness you will find that anything is possible. You will find your true self, your real self, your soul. A blank page, a story waiting to be written, a canvas ready to be painted, a vessel wanting to be filled.



Peace to the Planet...and everything "in between"




Post script- no, I'm not stoned. Yes, I've been exploring meditation and eastern philosophy/religion.

But speaking of being stoned and empty spaces, made me think of Pink Floyd's "Empty Spaces" from "The Wall"

Here are the lyrics and then animation segment on the movie. If you haven't seen the movie, well, you should. Then you'll need to watch it a few more times. It's that brilliant. It's that mind bending. It's that fucked up. Oh, so if you haven't seen it, you will find out why we called this segment "the Fucking Flowers" and, fair warning, the imagery is powerfully disturbing even in the context of the movie; out of context it may seem scary and insane. But sometimes that's the pure potential that fills the empty spaces.

Empty Spaces - Roger Waters

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces
In search of more and more applause?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on?
Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east?
contract diseases?
Bury bones?
Break up homes?
Send flowers by phone?
Take to drink?
Go to shrinks?
Give up meat?
Rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets?
Train dogs?
Race rats?
Fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure?
Store up leisure?
But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall.
empty spaces animation segment from Pink Floyd's The Wall



Yeah. And then there's Young Lust. I need a dirty woman. You know, as pure potential. To fill. The empty. Spaces.
young lust-next cut from Pink Floyd's The Wall
Collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd.  Will you accept the charges?

Dreams

     Like music(last post), dreams are a powerful thing.  One's hopes and ambitions are certainly powerful, but I'm writing about the dreams you have when you're asleep, in another world, with no control or consciousness to guide you.
     A good dream can have you waking with a smile,  a great start to the day.  Sometimes you wake too soon, wanting more, or wanting to replay and relive the whole thing, because dreams are funny...they fade too fast, at least the good ones.  Sometimes you can't remember much or anything at all specific but you still wake with a great feeling, and start the day out on the right foot.
   Bad dreams are, for me, the total opposite in every way.  Obviously they are bad, not good.  But they can start your day in a foul mood, and seem to stick with you no matter how hard you try to forget.  Instead of wanting to replay or relive them you want to delete them.  And for some, these become recurring dreams-talk about hard to forget!
  The past two mornings I woke experiencing one of each.
  This morning was not so good-my dream was basically a replay of the last year of my life, an endless and brutal hashing of divorce details (kids, money, business) and therapy with my ex.  Talk about waking in a foul mood!  I had just lived through this and am  now starting to put it behind me and then I have to deal with it again...in my sleep!
  Now yesterday was a different story.  It's a little fuzzy and vague, like dreams often are.  The memory of it begins with me hanging with some old (college?) friends that I had reconnected with, having a good time talking, eating, and drinking at some restaurant. But what really had me waking with a smile was the woman I met (the woman of my dreams?), the owner/waitress at the restaurant. Nothing erotic-honest.  It started with eye contact several times across the room, followed by simple small talk.  As we were all leaving I was (pleasantly) surprised when she approached, arms wide, demanding a hug goodbye.  I gladly obliged and this time I surprised myself when I kissed her.  Now in reality, I am quite shy, and not at all forward with women.  But in my dream there had been a definite connection, plus it was a dream, I must have felt emboldened by her advance and seized the moment.  Of course the dream ended there, and I woke wanting more- not sex necessarily (although...)but wanting to know more about her (can't even remember what she looked like-odd!) and wanting more of that good feeling-somebody likes me, wants me, and I like and want her too.
   I felt as strongly about my ex as I could ever conceive of feeling, and I  never had a doubt that she felt the same toward me (guess I took that for granted, eh?). But suddenly it was over (for her).  Because of this I have had extreme doubt that I would ever be able to trust in my feelings for someone else or their feelings for me.  But my dream has given me hope as well as confidence, combining to form an optimism I hadn't felt in a long time. That's the power of dreams.

This has been much more succinctly and beautifully related by one of my favorite bands-The Allman Brothers' song "Dreams"

Just one more morning, I had to wake up with the blues
Pulled myself outta bed, put on my walking shoes
went up on the mountain, to see what I could see
the whole world was fallin', right down in front of me

Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see
Ah, help me baby, this will surely be the end of me

Pull myself together, put on a new face
Climb down off the hilltop, baby
Get back in the race

Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see
Ah, help me baby, this will surely be the end of me, yeah

to enjoy the amazing jam as well as the meaningful lyrics check this out
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwxsF9FCE0Q

Peace to the planet...