Elements of Will

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My purpose is to support my Earthly journey, as I support your own. Be well, my friend. *I do not use AI as a tool for my writings. I’m organically grown.

  • #3

    By Aphex Twin

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    (Listen to #3 by Aphex Twin for enhanced reading pleasure.)

    My head aches, as adrenaline accelerates throughout my system.

    I feel apprehensive regarding a change of routine.

    OCD has its antennas on high alert. I feel threatened by the mind that belongs to me.

    With experience, I have discovered that when my mind finds calm, it processes thoughts productively.

    I feel overwhelmed, as if I am being suffocated, buried by fresh cement.

    The gift of the written word wraps me into focus.

    I am holding the wheel firmly, as I fight with the road.

    My teeth grind together like depleted brake pads grinding against the brakes. This noise is alarming.

    I acknowledge the level of toxic stress I am experiencing, as the poison feels grim within my blood.

    I wonder how it is that I can become poisonous to myself. The doctor has told me

    “This is not your fault.”

    I believe I can escape this current adrenaline, but I can not.

    I will not cower from what is real.

    Yet, what is real does not equate to what is true.

    …my breath slows down.

    Parked.

    Be well.

  • Heart of Gold

    By Fiona Apple

    (Listen to Heart of Gold by Fionna Apple for enhanced reading pleasure.)

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    The voice of Fiona Apple weeps through my blood.

    A drum beats inside of my belly.

    I envision my father, a green station wagon and a Sunday drive. T’was a gift when I was the chosen child for a Sunday drive with my father. No words fell between us on those Sunday drives. The windows rolled down. The fresh air cleansed us. Time was an infinite moment.

    I envision BBQ in our back yard. My mother set up the picnic table, where six of us sat to eat hamburgers and homemade french fries.

    I can remember the way my father’s face appeared when he crossed the bridge between his love and his tears. I can guess that I will witness this exact expression a few more times in my life.

    The better I have loved, the better I have felt the pain of that love.

    I do not believe that I understood life in my childhood years. I was simply living it.

    I understand better of life now. Perhaps that is not a greater understanding.

    Time is a lapse moving quickly, yet my memories move slowly like the sun setting on a Summer day.

    And I may still absorb my scent with the smell of BBQ.

    Be well.

    Dedicated to my Dad

  • Codex

    by Radiohead

    (Listen to the song Codex by Radiohead to enhance your reading pleasure.)

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    The water is clear and innocent-Radiohead

    My belly is a well filled with tears, unidentified.

    The features of my face retract. I am a snail, under threat, moving back into their shell.

    I breathe for safety.

    This song, Codex, is beautiful. Beautiful like the transparency of people.

    There is beauty in our pain.

    I want to devour this song. I want to absorb its nutrients. I am famished.

    I recall pain and suffering with a single feeling. And now I am here, aspiring for a tear of relief.

    -The water is clear and innocent-

    I tread in the water of my Creation, as I am held unharmed by the tears of my past.

    Be well.

  • Flower

    By Moby

    (Listen to FLOWER by Moby for enhanced reading pleasure.)

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    I feel electric. I upheave the power to surge forward.

    This day is not another day, just as I am not another person.

    I find Joy wired through the resilient Bones of mine. Fractures slight of complete repair.

    Possibility is unsevered, as determination has been embedded inside of my DNA.

    I want to create a silent noise into the World, that quakes with a peaceful tremor. For the shift that exists within me doesn’t require destruction.

    Rather, reconstruction.

    Be well.

  • Hochu

    By Tomoyoshi/Stijn Huwels

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    (Play HOCHU by Tomoyoshi/Stijn Huwels to enhance your reading pleasure.)

    I move slowly like a Sloth, as morning light bestows me.

    I inhale into a World, but I exist in many.

    My body is in flames, as I stretch through the burden.

    The sunrise is gradual, there is no sudden change.

    I exhale into a World, as I exist in many.

    Be well.

  • Falling Ashes

    by Slowdive

    (Listen to Falling Ashes by Slowdive to enhance your reading pleasure.)

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    The vision of water restores fluidity, while thoughts swim into my mind.

    I hope to come alive in the next moment, like something being born.

    I’ve been granted a beginning breath, as I choke on the air.

    I retract my focus from all that I cannot control, as my physical value lessens.

    My days feel sobering, as each one passes without fault.

    My lifetime trims in length, while my wings expand.

    I bond with the Grace of Silence, as I have felt contained by a World of Noise.

    Be well.

  • Song 2

    By DJ KRUSH

    (Listen to Song 2 by DJ KRUSH for enhanced reading enjoyment.)

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    Like a squirrel in the middle of the road, I contemplate which side of the road to run toward.

    I don’t desire to get squashed by the oncoming vehicles in my mind.

    I remain out from focus. I permit life’s lens to capture a more obvious image.

    Incoherent thought is not permitted for processing.

    I breathe with stillness like a rock observing time.

    Nature unfolds slowly, like a blade of grass seeking to grow.

    I was never lost. I had not discovered my mind’s ability to evolve.

    I am in communication with what confronts me. The art of self conversation is a skill I’d like to Master.

    Do I meet you where you are or do I meet you where I am?

    I question if I understand myself. This is not an unfortunate question.

    I have no answers.

    Be well.

  • Pyramid Song

    By Radiohead

    -There’s nothing to fear. Nothing to doubt.–Radiohead

    (Listen to Pyramid Song by Radiohead for enhanced listening pleasure.)

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    While hearing Pyramid Song by Radiohead, my body experiences emotion without a name.

    If one combines primary colors, black is created.

    Underneath the creation of black, are my primary colors.

    My breath creates waves inside of my body. The wind is rhythmic, calm.

    Memory is stored inside of my existence. I cannot see the memories, but I can feel them. They arise like a resurrection.

    I feel grief within my memory. I am not nostalgic for the pain of my past.

    I feel nostalgic for a time when I was young. A place in my existence when my mother and my brother were alive.

    I feel nostalgic for a time when my own death was an event I could not imagine.

    I feel nostalgic for a time of lazy days by the pool.

    I feel nostalgic for my youth, when tragedy had not yet been realized.

    The primary colors exist within me, as I paint with black.

    Be well.

    There’s nothing to fear. Nothing to doubt.–Radiohead

  • Hearing Damage

    by Thom Yorke

    “Without music, life would be a mistake.” Fredrick Nietzsche

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    (Listen to Hearing Damage by Thom Yorke for enhanced reading pleasure.)

    Hearing Damage by Thom Yorke holds my ears hostage.

    I decide to prioritize my day with creative release.

    There is a puzzle to take apart, rather than a puzzle to put together.

    My body feels light, as I exhale a sigh that is overdue.

    I find adventure as I explore new music. The travel is significant. I seek to connect with the unfamiliar.

    I close my eyes to remember the places I have never been.

    Be well.

  • Gaiea Sanskrit

    (Listen to Gaiea Sanskrit for enhanced reading pleasure.)

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    The voice of Gaiea Sanskrit holds my world in first class seating.

    I am not fluent in the ancient Sanskrit language, yet I am fluent with regards to how something permits me to feel.

    The edges of my mind soften like butter on a warm day.

    I inhale my wealth.

    Gaiea’s voice sings like an angel on my shoulder.

    The adrenaline I am experiencing sends me to the Moon. My teeth are clenched as if my life depends on it.

    Gaiea’s voice helps to navigate me safely back to the ground.

    I have the ability to create a path decorated by many roads. I work to choose a path with a smooth texture.

    I desire personal creativity, like the heart desires a beat.

    To be continued…

    Be well.