Creative Dreaming. . .

Monday, September 24, 2012

Out of the Dark

Cable Trail, Tiger Mountain, Washington
January 4, 2013
1:39 pm PST

Out of the dark,

head on the clouds,

confused by the light,

stuck in this ground...

Extremes up here,

limits down there.
Have I lost my free will?

I'm set up for the kill...

I measure my self's

mirthless worth;

I wanna smash it, and

end it's smothering grip.

But I love these down

slopes that pass me by...

They caress me and sing

softly of this life's why.

Insights silently served
like soft water torture, the

pounding drops mercilessly

shred me from within!

Can I end this

self-inflicted

frustration?

Where do I begin?

But, I love it up here,

struggling, laughing,

listening to God, playing

with the soothing wind.

So, I'll stay

here a while,

and befriend

this lofty peak.

With unbending intent,

I'll listen to the sun speak.

Perhaps joyfully,

I'll finally make the leap.

Friday, September 21, 2012

I'm the Air and the wind is time. Time is the human construct of our great countdown to death. Yet sometimes I feel like I'm Air and time together. Air is also my soul and my mercurial friend is my ego...

The ego shouts at the wind and tries to blast it away to no avail. So we learn, and just surrender to what is; and surrender to the idea that time cleanses all as it passes by quickly. Time rushes by and old age is upon us. Better to surrender to it and let time cleanse us vs. "spitting ino the wind." Self patiently and lovingly helps self while the ego shouts at the wind, spits into it, and after surrender, the self becomes satisfied.

While still alive, after we surrender our selves to our parallel eternal existences vs. the ego's clueless wanderings, senseless dreams, and foolish paths it takes in life, we are satisfied and become the impartial observer. Together the Self and the self realizes that it doesn't really matter.

Don Juan tells Carlos Castaneda to always keep in mind the four types of defeat of most of mankind: Fear, Clarity, Power, and Old Age. The self is stalked by the Self on the Path With a Heart and and the self learns to softly surrender to Death, and is not defeated by Old Age. Without the Self and the self working together, the human animal will be defeated by old age.

It is how I finally managed to get the stuck "Airship" off the mountaintop... Something has happened, not sure what, but the "finally" ship moves. The self wanted to be in control, but only by continually surrendering to the Self was the ship unstuck. In this life, the Self and the reluctant self became "co-joined" commanders of the ship stuck on the mountaintop. I feel that I can travel like a warp-engined ship that time cannot defeat. The ship finally moves. It is an uneasy truce, but it seems to work. It took some "time" for that realization to catch up with this reality.

After realizing this, much that I thought was important, becomes unimportant. Death doesn't frighten, nor does aloneness. Please don't confuse this with Apathy. This feels very empowering...

TC,
M

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Clueless

Cluelessly, I wonder
how my mind can wander,
secure in senseless dreams
and it's foolish blunders.

What is this noiseless place,
and why does the Air stalk me
with it's clear and unpleasant Grace?
Will the Air always agree with me?

Do I dare to dream of
parallel perceptions, and
forget the sweet cream
of my delusional expressions?

Shall I paint an invisible
"A" on my forehead to
advertise my Airy apathy
and emerge empty instead?

My mercurial friend,
let's shout into the wind!
Blast holes through it,
and foolishly spit!

Not sure? Then lets
calmly surrender,
and watch this high
existence slip past nigh.

Satisfied and alone,
we can watch the Air
while it cleanses us and
hurriedly flashes by...

Copyright (C) 2012 by Michael G. Hesley
All Rights Reserved

Saturday, June 9, 2012

My First Infrared Picture

My first infrared (IR) picture with Garth Hockersmith. I shot it with a Nikon D70s camera converted to IR. I've wanted to do some infrared photography for years; ever since I used IR weapons systems in the F-16CG LANTIRN and the F-117A Stealth Fighter.

Garth's shirt is really black, and his skin is actually white. (Thanks Monty...) White color = bright in infrared wavelengths. Evidently skin doesn't reflect/radiate much infrared energy, at least not at the wavelengths the camera sensor will see. Notice his skin is not very sharply defined, yet his shirt is. Infrared complexions look a little washed out. The colors of the face images in the background are pretty much as they show in the pic.

I'm learning how to use infrared images before trying IR High Dynamic Range (HDR) backgrounds, with desaturated color pictures of the foreground subject, also known as a composite picture. But, this pic is fully IR.

TC,

Michael

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Traveling Companions

Have our Souls ever changed?

Can we see our Selves clearly?

Or will we stay fearfully deranged?
How I desire to hear the bells dearly…

Should we let our minds rule?

Can there be softness there?

Why be denying eternal fools,
when we need to persevere?

Must we thirst for quenching fire?

Are we stuck as our own admirer?

Better to know our Soul’s desires and

let the soothing warmth come nearer...

With open minds and tender Souls,

free your Self’s graceful intention.

Know your purpose, set your goals;

ignore your mirror's false reflections.

Walk with friends on your path with heart...
Who will be your life companions, ones
you'll walk with smoothly and smart?

Soulful friends, of Goodness and Cheer...

Monday, March 5, 2012

Holes

Holes in my wall;
nothing's in the sky.
Holes in my memory...
I don't know why.

Left something behind;
what could it be?
Holes of my past...
Were they part of me?

Whoa! What's this?
I don't recognize that way!
Is it the whole I've missed?
Wouldn't know it anyway...

Don't remember why...
What does it matter?
Let it go, and
live another day.

Copyright (C) 2012 by Michael G. Hesley
All Rights Reserved