Empty Prose
emptycloud exists
Nowhere is where emptycloud modulates through all of time and space.
Considered exactly vague, theoretically impossible and sometimes probable, this nebulous condition exists.
Embraced not just as a mystical, mythological dragon but as an empty possibility of everything.
A whim that isn’t anywhere at any moment. Neither here nor there nor however in particular,
but rather far and near, not in any one place, but all over the place, precisely nowhere...
It is out of nowhere, on the wings of impulse that creativity flies.
The dragon breath scours and refreshes the cosmic fabric of space and time.
A dragon expressing light as a breath of intuitive penetration roams the realms, raining potential everywhere.
Aiming precisely at random shadows with hypothetical certainty, the targets are often missed.
The focused flame of the chaotic mind of emptycloud will scorch the innocent nobodies.
refreshing souls with the nectar of their lost nature.
Or not...
Prepared for the in between while not quite being in the here and now,
the intense consciousness of the dragon rests,
waiting for a spontaneous moment to do nothing.
Wondering if all is as such and becoming more all with nothing, subsequently, rejecting everything.
Accidentally something is forgotten to lead emptycloud back to nowhere, where there might be something to remember.
...Oh, yes our story of creation, as it happened in all, must be told or else we might not be!
Once a sagacious dragon, and a dragon sorceress did something that they shouldn’t somewhere,
sometime in not ever. The ripples ripped, pouring everywhere and causing nothing to everything.
Emptycloud however, being nowhere, reflected everything, the offspring of something never before.
Being nothing in particular, and just slightly fantastic as such, a random condition occurred.
A complex question expressed as chaos, infiltrated being. Never the less... space was occupied and time filled.
The emptycloud of nearly everything was formed of the mystical love of nothing much and mere potential.
A blip, out of the blue, borne on the winds of wisdom as a fart of freedom.
Nurtured by the wild waters of not even so and the dust of not just yet.
Now we are, yon and non, like it or not a confused lot.
Each being effected by something we're not.
Mostly being somewhat anywhere like a quark of nature,
A quirk of chaos going nowhere on a quest to find peace.
It’s clear we have gotten somewhere by going nowhere, if you follow my being...
Considered exactly vague, theoretically impossible and sometimes probable, this nebulous condition exists.
Embraced not just as a mystical, mythological dragon but as an empty possibility of everything.
A whim that isn’t anywhere at any moment. Neither here nor there nor however in particular,
but rather far and near, not in any one place, but all over the place, precisely nowhere...
It is out of nowhere, on the wings of impulse that creativity flies.
The dragon breath scours and refreshes the cosmic fabric of space and time.
A dragon expressing light as a breath of intuitive penetration roams the realms, raining potential everywhere.
Aiming precisely at random shadows with hypothetical certainty, the targets are often missed.
The focused flame of the chaotic mind of emptycloud will scorch the innocent nobodies.
refreshing souls with the nectar of their lost nature.
Or not...
Prepared for the in between while not quite being in the here and now,
the intense consciousness of the dragon rests,
waiting for a spontaneous moment to do nothing.
Wondering if all is as such and becoming more all with nothing, subsequently, rejecting everything.
Accidentally something is forgotten to lead emptycloud back to nowhere, where there might be something to remember.
...Oh, yes our story of creation, as it happened in all, must be told or else we might not be!
Once a sagacious dragon, and a dragon sorceress did something that they shouldn’t somewhere,
sometime in not ever. The ripples ripped, pouring everywhere and causing nothing to everything.
Emptycloud however, being nowhere, reflected everything, the offspring of something never before.
Being nothing in particular, and just slightly fantastic as such, a random condition occurred.
A complex question expressed as chaos, infiltrated being. Never the less... space was occupied and time filled.
The emptycloud of nearly everything was formed of the mystical love of nothing much and mere potential.
A blip, out of the blue, borne on the winds of wisdom as a fart of freedom.
Nurtured by the wild waters of not even so and the dust of not just yet.
Now we are, yon and non, like it or not a confused lot.
Each being effected by something we're not.
Mostly being somewhat anywhere like a quark of nature,
A quirk of chaos going nowhere on a quest to find peace.
It’s clear we have gotten somewhere by going nowhere, if you follow my being...
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Dear species member,
your original post ended by posing the question,” Do we deserve it as a species?” I presume you refer to the impending doom, or at least the continuation of the presently polluted gloom. I see you have received several interesting responses from other members of the species. It’s encouraging to see water signs, drips and ripples with some harmonic resonance left. I’m sure you are familiar with the corporate directives and leverage guidelines as an indebted consumer with a guaranteed lifetime membership. They all insure, “We deserve it”. I ‘m afraid most members of the Old School of Religious Dogma and the Political Family Drama clubs are comatose from TV, medication, distraction, denial and resignation. Here is another perspective offered by a species member listening to the vibrations of wise water vibrations within and responding in harmony to your query. “I suggest that we are designed as water molecules, right down to the random intelligence of the hydro-quarks. (reference work of Masaru Emoto as well as other quanta.) We are the water. What is good for all water is good for us. With our society flowing along this cyclic way soon to be refreshed after the big flush it’s a good time to ponder. We have squatted, squabbled and squawked enough. We have pampered, played and pondered ourselves right down to cloning and morphing our water crystals. It has left us squat, sour and sad but we are not done. Hhmmm… what a log-jam…a looming wave of muck. Nearly too much to flush and no handle to grab. Only a flood of loving energy could jolt these turbid times. It is time for Mother to stirring things up with the harmonious galactic resonance of the universal vibration of water played in the key of nature. It would sound sweeter than those alternatives melodies associated with waste disposal. Then we might lend our chorus to the symphony sung through the stars instead of ineffectively farting in the wind. Perhaps we have played our part in polluting the load and it's time to send it down the drain. Mother Nature, G~d, the big “IT”, the Void, Apes and Us, we all know there is nothing like the relief after a good movement, especially one that is overdue. The questions I pose are; do we recognize ourselves and / or species as the water or the pollution? Is there a difference? And how does our present day flow (behavior) bear that out?”
There you are dear member, a lot to ponder as you sit and stink. Do you flush it down or let it go, will it back up and get on you or do you join the flow? Be the water my fellow members and clean the crystals.
Copyright Emptywrite emptycloud July. 2005
your original post ended by posing the question,” Do we deserve it as a species?” I presume you refer to the impending doom, or at least the continuation of the presently polluted gloom. I see you have received several interesting responses from other members of the species. It’s encouraging to see water signs, drips and ripples with some harmonic resonance left. I’m sure you are familiar with the corporate directives and leverage guidelines as an indebted consumer with a guaranteed lifetime membership. They all insure, “We deserve it”. I ‘m afraid most members of the Old School of Religious Dogma and the Political Family Drama clubs are comatose from TV, medication, distraction, denial and resignation. Here is another perspective offered by a species member listening to the vibrations of wise water vibrations within and responding in harmony to your query. “I suggest that we are designed as water molecules, right down to the random intelligence of the hydro-quarks. (reference work of Masaru Emoto as well as other quanta.) We are the water. What is good for all water is good for us. With our society flowing along this cyclic way soon to be refreshed after the big flush it’s a good time to ponder. We have squatted, squabbled and squawked enough. We have pampered, played and pondered ourselves right down to cloning and morphing our water crystals. It has left us squat, sour and sad but we are not done. Hhmmm… what a log-jam…a looming wave of muck. Nearly too much to flush and no handle to grab. Only a flood of loving energy could jolt these turbid times. It is time for Mother to stirring things up with the harmonious galactic resonance of the universal vibration of water played in the key of nature. It would sound sweeter than those alternatives melodies associated with waste disposal. Then we might lend our chorus to the symphony sung through the stars instead of ineffectively farting in the wind. Perhaps we have played our part in polluting the load and it's time to send it down the drain. Mother Nature, G~d, the big “IT”, the Void, Apes and Us, we all know there is nothing like the relief after a good movement, especially one that is overdue. The questions I pose are; do we recognize ourselves and / or species as the water or the pollution? Is there a difference? And how does our present day flow (behavior) bear that out?”
There you are dear member, a lot to ponder as you sit and stink. Do you flush it down or let it go, will it back up and get on you or do you join the flow? Be the water my fellow members and clean the crystals.
Copyright Emptywrite emptycloud July. 2005