composing something,
putting it into words
expressing my thoughts
for others to read
about my life
as a mystic,
is not always easy
even though,
I’m a regular
everyday kind of guy
who functions well
like everyone else
while living along
with other life
and non-life
in a physical reality
called ~ Nature
~ whatever I write
no matter if,
a quote,
poetry or prose
it’s origin
is cognitively
an emergent
activity of mind
that spirit ~ symbolically,
referred to as
the breath of life
as theorized
autopoeitically
by Humberto Maturana,
Francisco Varela
and later Fritjof Capra
as something
going on,
inside my body
through which
those words
delivered through
my type of style,
characteristically
are all birthed from
within the process
of my thinking ~
~ and yet,
for me at least
as a poet/writer
fully knowing,
I can only speak for myself
as to my lived experience
as a mystic,
its embodiment
is that of
an empathic felt sense,
that seems as if to be
intuitively and emotively
~ psychic
somehow so,
‘cause of my being
able to tap into the realm
of the archetypical
spoke of by Carl Jung
all that information
stored in Nature’s energy
of which Edgar Cayce
called the “akashic records”
a reservoir for thoughts
or “collective consciousness”
~ for me at times
this process
living the light
of this
cosmic high
if becoming
unbalanced
can be both
mentally
and physically
exhausting
forcing me
to retreat
into the depths
encompassing
the dark pit
all to familiar
to us like,
Edgar Allan Poe ~
~ let me clarify
for example
the year was 2002
and I,
yes me,
got it in my head
that thing residing
between
my shoulders,
to leave my career
why ~
so I,
could write full-time
and what a trip it was,
like a Timothy Leary
experiment,
with LSD
suddenly being freed
according to my thinking
of my inhibitions
by way of me
being totally
immersed
~ 24/7
within my thoughts
writing quotes,
poetry and prose
with
all
brain circuits
full speed ahead
firing as bright
as a white dwarf
pulsating like some
electromagnetic field
holding all matter together
while appearing
able to jump
through the vortex
into the parallel universe
that David Ike
and Robert Anton Wilson
speak of,
the space continuum
where ET dwells
I,
explored
the enfolds and unfolds
of the holomovement
physical reality’s
implicate
and explicate order
as explained
by David Bohm
~ I flew high
day in and day out
as if I was an eagle
soaring in the wind
amidst the
mountain tops
vicariously being myself
~ until I,
crashed
down
into the
“valley of
the shadow
of death”
as mentioned in the
Twenty-third Psalm
where the ghost
of Ernst Hemmingway
and his fate
flashed before my eyes
~ eventually,
I,
crawled out of the darkness
and back into the light
where I more fully realized
now understood,
after a year of living
this sobering reality
I,
me,
being alone
with me
wallowing within
the sweet melancholy
of my thoughts
writing endlessly
thought after thought
word after word
wasn’t really,
really
the best thing
for me to do
the healthiest way
to fulfill the aspirations
within the expectations
of my journey into words
~ so I,
through a process of
intelligent progression
within my lived experience,
now write only part-time
while going back
to work full-time
so I,
for a little while
a few hours in the day
through distraction
can get away
yes ~ take a break
find some relief
~ ~
from me
and my thoughts
peace out
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~