Kreativitě se meze nekladou

Kreativitě se meze nekladou.

Kreativita jev nás, pokud ji budeme šířit nezištně, tak se projeví jako kouzelná svíce, která svítí kolem nás. 

Až dohoří, tak budeme mít šanci zapálit svíci novou. 

Světlo tu po nás zůstane, světlo stín rozzáří a bude po tmě. 

Kde je tma, tam nic není. Kde nic není, tam je klid a pohoda.

Úplné nic je kouzelné, jenom se na to soustředit. 

Výplody mysli jsou úžasná věc, pokud je sledujeme a pozorujeme, co to s námi dělá.

Kolik je asi hodit, kolik času strávíme přemýšlením.

Čas to je přemýšlení. 

Mimo čas a prostor je mimo myšlenky.

Mysl je kouzelná čarodějka, která nás okrádá o náš čas a prostor.

Ale jak chceme v téhle spolčenosti přežit bez času a prostoru.

Kdekoliv jdeme, tak tam na nás čekají myšlenky, rozhodování.

Svět kolem nás je natolik pestrý.

Máme tolik možností, máme možnos
ti cestovat, poznávat, jít kdekoliv si umaneme. 

Nejsme ničím omezeni.

Jediné co nám brání cokoli udělat je naše vlastní mysl.

Jak se od ní ale oprostit. 

Kolik myšlenek je zapotřebí se zbavit, abychom se dostali za ně.

Jak udělat vše co si přejeme realitou.

Jak docílit toho, že přestaneme myslet.
jak se zbavit strachu z budoucnosti.

Jak se zbavit strachu z toho, že se…

Jak se zbavit obav z neúspěchu.

Kdo se o mě postará. 

A ta věčná otázka, kdo jsem já… kdo jsem já… kdo jsem já!!!

No tak, kdo jsme, abych se o sebe postaral, to je to co mě tíží, kdo to bude, když ne já… ale kdo to je????

Myšlenky se tisknout na papír, transformovné myšlenky ve slova, které potom ruce vtisknou prostřednictvím klávesnici do tvaru, který je dále přenesen… existencialismus a znovu myšlenky. 

Chtěl bych psát, chtěl bych žít, mluvit sám se sebou, poznávat, ale kdo jsme to, co jsme já.

Kolik je mi let, kolik čas jsem již strávil na téhle planetě, kdo to bude číst?

A proč by to někdo četl, proč? 

A znovu jsme u toho, jsme u toho, kdo jsem a nikdo mi na to neodpovídá.

Proč? 

Protož to nikdo neumí a ten kdo to umí… kdo to umí

Poezie

Rytmus slov, které se v hudbu mění. 

Jako rytmické bušení srdce, jako nádechy milenců.

Je to prostě tak jak si slova vykládáme,

Sloní krok, pohoda, naprosté uvolnění. 

Jenom skrze naprosté uvolnění se pozná kolik toho je v nás, co je v nás, jaká energie co prožíváme, kým jsme, kým jsme

Kolik toho jsme schopni ovlivnit, kolik toho jsme schopni vyzářit a prožít.

Probrat, obživnout mysl probudit. Ráno vstanu a co? 

Půjdu do práce, půjdu tam, kam mám jít. Napíšu několik zpráv, popíšu to, co mám popsat, přijdu z práce a půjdu spát. 

No a co k čemu to všechno je. Já opravdu nevím. Kolikrát chci něco napsat.

Chtěl bych svět(l)u říct co má slyšet, ale když já kolikrát ani neslyším sám sebe, poslouchám jenom to, co si myslím, že mám slyšet, přijdu domů jsme unavený, a jdu spát. 

Spánek uvolní to, co mělo být vyslyšeno, já to uslyším, protože jsme vědomý, ráno se probudím cítím to, co jsme prožil, probudím se a v nevědomí pokračuji.

Život je to, co je kolem, život je to, co je v nás.

Psaní nepomáhá, moudra nepomáhají. 

Nic nepomáhá, jenom naprostá odevzdanost sobě samému.

Sobě, to co jsme, já… ale to co jsem je. 

Stůl, peřina, zkouška, toto jsou asociace, klávesnice. Kniha, nehet, tak jak to moje mysl prožívá, podle hudby kterou poslouchám. Užijte si to se mnou

Prožívání, to je to co nás teď obklopuje.

Jsme obklopeni tím, čím jsme, tělem, myšlenky a jsou to hlavně myšlenky, které vytváří to, co jsme a proto je každý jedinečný.

Každý si může zvolit to, co chce být, každičkou myšlenku, pozitivní, negativní depresivní, magie…  

Kdo s tím umí pracovat, umí mnohé ovlivnit, kdo s tím pracovat neumí, ten jenom kopíruje, ale učí se z toho, co již bylo nastaveno, ale jak se z hoho dostat, má mysl říká přestat psát… 

Nádech výdech

fictional birthday

It is 3:11 am, I was born on March 11, it is kind of a time to wake up. Well, wake up … I would rather say time to sleep, but what can I do if dreams do not come?

People are strange and I feel like a stranger. I cannot fall asleep now, I make things bigger then they are. When searching for answer I observe that instead of looking inwards I try to find it elsewhere… on the internet, books, while the best and I would say even conforming way to start a search is to begin with oneself. Easier said then done, and even though I do not follow this advice as often I think there is much of truth in it.

Hmm I am tired. And I would like to write something. But I do not know what to write. I am in between past and future… That is quite an interesting reflection. Very many things are finishing at this moment in my life. Once I am done with my university (soon), I have to move out of the city. So this element of past is ending. The future is unclear too. I do not have concrete plans I do not have a new place to go, and I am waiting for something to show up. Well waiting, I am trying to increase the opportunity to get in contact with my future, to bring it closer to me. But things are not working out now… I suppose I shall focus on my thesis now… but again it is easier said then done. As now I cannot sleep. My eyes are closing and my mind is restless. Falling asleep is like a dream-world, which can be entered even through this type of writing activity. I feel that I am not patient enough. I would like to have things right away, and once I have them I eat them all at once… well not always but into certain extend it is true, otherwise I would not be writing about it.

indigo light

After they found themselves in the endless space, they started to breathe the omnipresent indigo light. They look at each other and wanted to say a word, however no sound came out of their melodious lips. Their minds were so interconnected, that they had no need to communicate by words. Telepathy prevailed instead, remembering the unity with the universe. They sang beautiful lyrics that only the greatest poets could compose, if only heard. Softer they sang intensified the absent geyser of enlightening resonance was.

It was the first step into their real existence.
…

new members

They came from nowhere. The Universe materialized one of its parts and two new, and the only two members of the Indigo Universe are here. They seem to like one another.

it is good
...

two cubes, two spheres and a triangular pyramid floating

It is all over here! I am waiting for an inner explosion. No I am not going out tonight because I want to feel it… the “thing”, which is inside me. It is heavy, there is such a tension, it does not let me study, sleep, relax. Anything I do, it is still there. It might be gone if I leave this place… I know, but then I feel it as something which I carry one with me anywhere I go. I realize it cannot be left behind just like that. I have to detach myself from it, but how?

Let it be, observe and witness its fall. It is easier said than done. But then, I have to start somewhere. I guess I cannot begin right now, because my concentration is too much focused on this kind of writing, but then in meanwhile…

…I will be back…

glass of wine on my window sill

I filled another glass with wine. I gulped it down. Now I feel it sliding through my throat, reaching my stomach. Gazing energy radiates from inside out. It is alcohol glittering with colors of anger hope and all my emotions meeting at this one point. I seize a package of cigarettes. I do not want to smoke. It peacefully lies on my table, waiting for me to take one. I promise, seriously I do … I will take one, but not now.

A feeling of destruction is easily identifiable. Lately I think about success and misery. How human species tend to terminate their lives or slow themselves down, diminish its significance, in case they feel miserable. Drugs, alcohol and tobacco, who knows what else… chocolate, cholesterol... An impression that once you feel down, depressed, you fall into a trap of self destruction dominates my thoughts. You do everything to burry it down, wait for a new reborn, regeneration… reaching some kind of happiness through transformation and destruction. Get up stand up, don’t give up your rights… all right, here we go… I get it! It is paradox to say that the way out of it is getting up, standing and facing all of the depression through activity. Lying does not help much.

I take another nip of my wine. I put the glass on a window sill. The evening is calm, only birds’ pipe outvoices the soft sound of my chilled out music. The world can be a beautiful place to live. Just look around, listen, feel the fresh air coming through an open window. Do you see the Moon? Now I can, but even if you don’t, Believe me it is still there…

to be born after all

Being born as a human being, the eminent light of spiritual endeavor becomes the most significant driving force in human life. The world is a meeting point for all individuals to interact with each other, grow and engage into something that overreaches mere human existence.

When a soul meets its body, it becomes he or she as an element of the universe. The world had existed before he was born. It exists while he lives, and it will exist also after he will die. The period of 70 years of his materialized existence is a time when he experiences a life long journey, when he steps into societal structures that predates him in its broader sense. He has chances to shape a face of his world, but after he dies the world goes on

The world does not have a beginning neither has it an end. Since ever human beings were born into its structures. Whether it was thousands years ago, an individual never enters the world and creates it from scratch. Adam and Eva while entering the gates of Garden of Eden, already stepped into a pre-created world. Let’s take an example of a 17th century person and compare it to the modern man. The seventeenth century man was born in a family he grew up in a specific society, which was run by specific rules of that society. Older members in his society were composing the structure which he was becoming aware of. However, it has to be understood that also those members continued on work of their predecessors, and by doing so they sustain development of that society. Contemporary man is born. He grows in a family if he is lucky, then he goes to schools, high school and may be even a university becomes a place of his residence. By doing so he enters societal structures, which predates him. Such a man has chance to shift the development of those structures, brings new lights into the world, however after he dies, there will be other men who will continue in the process of this continuous flow.

These few lines shall indicate the (in)significance of human life in comparison to our all mighty universe. It is composed out of so many elements that it is impossible to see the entire picture form a man like stand. It does not neglect the importance of change and progress in societies, initiated in many cases by a man. The universe evolves from something into something else. A man is born and he dies, during his life a new man is born, and it goes on and on. After all, it is this almighty process, which makes a day meaningful.