Infinity

If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, Infinite.” -William Blake

Impossible dreams that eat at the moments, one by one. Throw these away into the dustbin of lost days. Too much sleep wrapped in a cold blanket of fear and doubt… false initiatives that fade like the setting sun. I could be somebody if I could only wake up.

But the Phonix must rise again for another round! And now, the time has come; realization has its moment. For you discover that the key to your prison door was with you all along… now live, breathe and be in each moment no matter where they happen to fall. Shout yes in your silence with a steady desire to constantly believe in the better nature of all sentient beings.

We are infinity and we chose not the wrong path, just one that’s meant to give direction. Like pieces to a puzzle on a dining room table… you can’t resist, pick up a piece and place it as we follow the moon to get to the sun.

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Blake, Kristofferson and the Burden of Freedom

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“If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is infinite.” -William Blake

The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction. -William Blake (Passion is wiser than rationalization)

When Ray Manzarek saw Jim Morrison on Venus beach in 1965, the circle was completed and the Doors were born. They named the group after a line from a William Blake poem, “If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is infinite.” For many fans, the band personified the deeply mystical elements in life and Morrison was their shamanic leader. Continue reading Blake, Kristofferson and the Burden of Freedom

The Trickster

128px-Court_jester_stockholm“If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, Infinite -William Blake

Indeed where would life be without the antagonist…the Trickster? You know, the one who trips up our plans only to behold life’s victories disguised in its darkness? I guess we all have a bit of the lost boys in us as we ponder our inward travels on the night sea. For the path is truly like that of the ocean and her currents, waves, and storms as lightning taking thunder by the hand provides a hint in real time to an impending disaster or so we think. But it is only through  Continue reading The Trickster