A meditation for regaining control of your five senses, so that you can begin to enter the incredible world of the other 17(more of which have probably been discovered) senses, aside and along with these basic five....

Begin by finding a relaxing place to rest your body while you contemplate.

Calm down your nerves by practicing Pranayama, or your favorite slow breathing excercise.

Now, shut off your ears(earplugs or hands help).
Concentrate on the vision of your eyes. On the feelings your skin picks up. On the taste of the air around you. On the particular smells of your immediate environment.

Next close your eyes.
Concentrate on minute sounds. On hard-to-pick-up sensations in the air. On subtle tastes. On alien smells.

Pinch your nose closed.
Concentrate on visual colours and textures and nearly imperceptible movements.
On varied sounds. On differing tastes. Compare feelings. Compare smells.

Shut off your touch sensors(this may require a very deep journey into the meditative state, or a few drinks involving America's favorite downer).
Just see. Hear. Smell. Taste. And do all of these things WITHOUT using your fingers.

Next, shut off your tongue.
Eat with your nose. Smell and taste with your eyes. Feel food. Hear Colour.




For more info check out this speech, directed towards a certain branch of the United kNuckleheads: http://www.biomindsuperpowers.com/Pages/Your17Senses.html

Twisted

I rock
Back and fro
Near the Crystal River
I can taste the air which
quivers beneath my tongue
Ho, I smell the dragonfly
Darting to under my nose
And oh how I feel the potent
sunlight so quick, speedily
trickling dripping trees along
with tripping waterfalls
but not as Niagra no,
low as an atom within my sensitive
skin, how warm
this summer air sounds to my delicate
ears, loudly ringing,
clouds bursting with sound, and appearing
lavishly delicious to the vision of my hungry eye
the experience of cool water flowing
as a crystal river of time.

On a humid Portland mid-evening trip:

A soup of mikroscopik exploding galaxies

elektromagnetik hermetikal information partikles

attrakted into themselves in THE

partikular rhythm all dancing

as vapor and space

A steady gaze

vaporized mathematikal theatriks

everything fits yet everything is statik

ekstatikly four states bourne

four basiks twisted into komplacency

as a firm wire is melted and persuaded into form

twenty amino acids so placid

yet so metikulous four fragments

magnetik puzzle pieces of human sense

a google of experience

to dissolve and rekombine

resolve and blow your mind...

Flowing
Deep breath
Ab muscles pull hard
Squeezing air into the throat
Where the lips regulate
Sounds and verbs
Speaking and breathing at the same damn time
Breath in thinking breathe out speaking
The frequency
Of vocal chords
Vibrating the arid air
Carried in a gushing river
Of invisible particles
quivering rising and falling
Delivering the crescendo like a mailman
No country for old wrinkled dinosaur men
Nicely enticing but looks ain’t everything
Jiffy corn muffin colored Beauty packing
perky silver dollars ganja smoking
Across the universe in a brilliant flash
Moon Rock Hash mixed with green cash is all I be feeling
Too stiff for a riff one word at a time
Tried to rhyme lost the timing of the beat
Uttering, wait, no sputtering
Simply Hanging around on the same level
The 10th broke nigga always wildin out
Talking bout rap in a boring ass college essay type style
English so monotone telephone booth change
And all of a sudden Ubermensch
Chillin on a park bench
or a dark porch
struck by the thunderous
rays of moonlight showing us
the way My baby girl me and I
Sincerely fly quite a fun loving jedi
Money ain’t a thing but second to dying for some
One love raise up flow konsciously
luck and gold always seem to be or not to be
Worth more than paper
Worth less than vaporized astronomical chronic
Now I’ll see ya later alligator fade it braid it tour
the space inside your mind in case you can’t lift off
in a Apollo roll the dro n flow low to high P town til I die

My body is predictable.
My thoughts are random.
And my soul is curious.
What a combination.

Mud jumps and floods the sparse carpet of small green plants
As the cloud pours its soul into a violent dance
Underneath the storm a newborn is nearly
Conceived, waiting only for its chosen mother to breathe
Finally, the Ghost echoes a song out into the mouth
Of the Bio-robot it has decided to mount
A disguise endowed with a soul, without a name
Counting the seconds, the Ghost opens intelligent eyes
Devised in the lab ahead of time
Blinded at first by the immersion into
The deep pool of sensation, as a feeling of elation
Sweeps over both, the Ghost of the mother and the
Ghost of the son who
Forget who they are and rejoice as one
Poised to have fun,
Purposefully on the run.

Seas of the Mysteceti

Pinned between rugged coasts,
the ocean sweeps crowds of streamlined Pinnipeds,
sea lions with ears, and fearless, earless seals,
through its cool gentle currents,
guided by the whirling vortex of
the Pacific Gyre, swirling the mass
of hydrogen and oxygen past Alaska and along the America’s,
housing a diverse brew of small creatures,
swept up into the tough keratin composite
known as baleen, strutting up from the bottom half
of the great mouth of the Mysteceti
who rules all,
being the largest and wise far beyond
all other manifestations,
even though the teeth infested
sharks cut through the waters as well, liquid beading
off of the tiny rows of placoid scales, with nerves and enamel,
just as a mammal has,
save that mammals lack the extension of enamel
all the way down the tooth, piercing through the sharks teeth,
and intestines, the sonar of the whales and dolphins
penetrate and return as an
informative echo,
attuned to the sharks as well as the slimy chordate
that follow them, lungfish choking and gagging
while bragging about their lifestyle to no
one in particular,
sensitive electrosensors tingling,
while the pressure of the surrounding
water shifts, the sharks make their way down into a shallow abyss,
where members of one of the two Monodontidae appear,
long hollow upper tooth first, sensing the pressure,
the response is startling, the marine reptiles have infiltrated the deep,
clouds of sea
turtles, iguana’s, snakes and crocodiles smiling
behind their clear eyelids, for the Cetaceans, blood
to the tongue and flippers undergoes the countercurrent
exchange, Rete mirabile, the warm heats the cold and the cool
chills the hot,
as the melon senses acoustics,
and the coastal creatures relax and wait for the upwelling to nurture them
and restore equilibrium, its been a long time since the Pacific overturned,
and a worried hush falls over the sluggish
body of water, whispering encouragements to all
who it may concern, eggs of the oviparous ebb and flow
unprotected, while oviviparous eggs remain in the stomach
of their mother until it comes time to hatch,
while still more envied babies hatch inside of the womb,
a viviparous shark whom is equipped to handle its enemies,
polyphyodont until its demise, an inherent tooth factory,
monopolizing the product, despite those with two sets who focus
on quality over quantity, at some point the ocean pressure
resembles the heterocercal tail of the sharks, providing the spark,
and at another point resembles a homocercal tail, motioning the deep to perfection.

…Oh no, not a
Hero flowing and knowing
How potent red hot glowing

Every fiend easily sees

Hope showing its face
Don’t cope

It yells after the hit
Bit by bit lit by the moon

A silvery sheen like the face of the
Queen

Or the dope of the gods who mope and throb

Never quitting until death when they’ll be spitting and
Have fits while lighting nicotine sticks….

Modern Blues

I can breathe, but I'm not gettin what I need
I've got weed, but I still ain't gettin what I need
I guess I need what respiration don't give me, that's inspiration

When I can't breathe I just take a deep breath
But when I'm near death I need more than just air
To all those living here or there, I can't thank you enough for your inspiration

You make me feel so good, like a cold river of wind passin by on a hot day
You take away the pain, no matter how serious the game you make me feel like playing
I've got enough energy in my eyelash to power California for a year, I just need the key, inspiration.

As a nation, let us Declare all fast food restaurants poor people joints, lower the cost of each item to 10 or 20 cents (what it's worth), and provide water and food to those who need it. You rich people talk shit about Mickey D's anyways. This will allow people to work their way up the ladder while at least allowing them to eat and drink. I gave a guy a Double Decker from Taco Bell earlier and he was so, so gracious and appreciative of it. It cost me one of my three dollars....fast food is too damn expensive.

Stellar Parallax

I see you through my left eye

And when I move two inches to my right

I see you through my right eye

I see your face clearly in my vision

I know how far away from me you are

I see your left side with my right eye

I see your right side with my left eye

You are three inches high and one inch wide on the screen of my

mind

The light that you shine takes its time getting to my eye

Traveling always at the speed of light

A light reflected, refracted and rearranged

According to what strains of elements you contain and emanate

But what are you?