The subject was on "The Nature Of Reality"
Reality: an accumulation of energies flowering all around, embracing, ying and yanging.
I want to sculpt with sound vibrations in the bewitching combination that can take you to define a perspective of reality that I may light upon, before diving off for another one.
I choose to see love through life shaped eyes.
Chase it down, the endless plight to decorate until the stars shine from your eyes, for to write of reality, anything will glide.
Just ease into this turbulent time, puddles of consciousness waiting to shine.
To overflow from the mindscape we inhabit, lapping at the shores of our contemplation.
Manically laughing at absolutes until it is resolute how much we care.
Breaking down barriers of everything we know, to question the seeds of which we sow.
We each are a wave circling on this giant round-a-bout of time.
The actions that others produce are there standing destitute on the fringes of the mind.
We conjure up a map to elect how the ripple of change they create will flow with our own.
Past present future all meet once a week inside your head for a cup of tea and slowly work themselves into a fever swirling with growing force and delight to compete for your mind.
To show you, you mean nothing and everything at all, without you there would be something other than nothing, and other pools of consciousness would be left un-stirred by the uniqueness of your touch.
So let your reality flow with mine as we try to decipher this crazy life.
Allow me to stroke your consciousness with the soft kiss of mine.
Let the vessels that we are communicate and intertwine to release endless plains on which to create.
The world is a canvass and we are the paint.
So please lets not do anything other than titillate as we draw the path of our souls in the the sand, in the air, across the waves.
I feel creation galloping full pelt through me, screaming to rise outwards and captivate others in.
My body is a tool for the great creation god, a metaphysical pool from whence we all begot.
Every being is a need to create, every escaped thought aweaving through space.
Crafted by experiences, me and you are no different, in fact I am just your mirror.
I want to stain emotions into your ear, feel the soft gurgling of the fear.
I want to transfer emotions on the warm cloak of speech.
Every word must be accurately placed for speech to thrive, every syllable a whisper of the soul.
Such a delicate art, and we flog it, we abuse it day by day, all just for hay.
So this is life, reality and everything the brutal constructs of self expression.
We must express ourselves to the world to be happy, and let joy unfurl.
(I feel I should mention at this point in the performance a friend started to pour tahina over me)
And now I wish to describe to you this, to stroke emotions over you, much like this tahina is pouring over me like glue.
Feel the soft compressed energy of thousands of years of evolution to produce this perfect sesame seed.
Feel the warm embrace, slipping over your body, much like the warm saliva of billions craving tahina.
Waste was a big part of my reality, I come from a love of scavenging, roaming, diving through bins. I skimed upon energy in the most superficial of whims.
I decided we could be the ones to choose to waste, but as the saying goes; nothing is lost, but nothing remains.
So I'm combating this view trying to release my souls ego-centric hues.
So this is reality for me, a swirling pool of tahina and oh so much tea.
We can make a dance of reality, just by sticking an unusual spanner in the works of sanity to set sparks of beauty flowing.
