The Will

The will cannot be found in life alone
My heart goes out to all those that yearn
The water beneath my feet travels faster than the eye can see
My heart quivers in its sleep

No trace
No clues
Nothing is on my mind
Waiting for the next moment like a salamander sun bathing

This is not what I expected as a child
It is nothing like the challenge was made out to be
All glory and no desire
Why is there no one to teach the kids what it means to make fire

The fire within is sunshine in the rain
The fire within is the shell of a tortoise
The fire within must be held like a child
The fire within must be spoken to with respect

What moves you if not music
What moves you if not your lover
What moves you if not the earths magic
Movement is the expression of the soul

To stand still may be interpreted as a will
To simply be
And experience what is around with pure stillness and silence
Acting only at the right moment

Such a moment is worth a thousand years
It cannot be held in a bottle
Nor your mind,
For it evaporates as the eyes do during a storm

Your ears will also not suffice
Nor your tongue
Nor your skin
Leave it all at home

What calls is not so trifling
It does not require pain nor agony
It is not an it
Nothing may pursue it further

Complete like fire it may satisfy your every desire
Allow it to fill up the cup completely
And pour it out
See how it splashes on the floor

Spilling into every nook and cranny
One may not scoop it back into the cup
You must realize, it never spilled and is still in the cup
Be you

Let your moment define you
Let your life engulf you
Move on and move within
The journey you are on can never be expressed

So don’t try
Live and let live
Expect nothing

You’ll always be the same

-Zazzo

Ends and Beginnings

The sheep follow wherever the shepherd leads
The sheep also run wherever the wolf is not
These movements are based on concrete realities
Death and life

No one escapes death
And however hard one may try, no one escapes life either
Humans are caught between these two hands
Smacking together creating a loud noise!

The sheep never stop to inhale this sound
Look around and drive into the dirt each’s internal truths
They walk along the grass, grazing
Following and wallowing, waiting for death

A wolf trots by the herd
Gazing at all the sheep while the shepherd is close by
He thinks
How did I become a wolf?

See, humans are unlike animals
We change shape and form
We have the power to carve our minds design according to our inclinations
This is a human process

One that has been preached a thousand times across human history
It can be ignored
Still it is there
Lying in wait for a soul with fortitude

Opening up its doors and smack!
The bell has begun to ring in the deep
Soon enough, it grows loud like a singing bowl
Echoing for all to hear

The human mind reveals much to the human eye
A diamond may only be ignored not hidden
Then the wolf thinks, can I become a lion or a bear?
It may be so

Nature has offered this being a path
Who is to say where this journey ends?
The ocean is large and the mountains are tall
What is a soul compared to natures wonders?

To lose oneself in time, is a dangerous place for the mind
Still, it has brought us here
Look at what changes have occurred
Do not say the sheep should remain a sheep

For to ignore nature’s noble truths
Is it be a sheep
There is no fault, nor wrongdoing
As one must be responsible for their joys and misgivings

The path may be very long
And when it ends is truly unimportant
Has any human ever found the limit to imagination
Every year it changes

It is we who decide what grows
Where and how much
Just like a gardener
Or a shepherd

To have enough sheep
Or enough plants
To have travelled far enough
And have felt deep enough

Is up to nature and the truths that are found within
Listen
As this is the start of imagination

-Zazzo

This culture of moral superiority currently found in the US is extremely frightening and disheartening.

Uncertainty signifies the beginning of a new chapter. – Zazzo

I learned an extremely disconcerting and tragic fact today. There are only 3800 tigers left. In the whole world.

Nature will kill us if we keep messing with her shit.

There are no words, because the path is immeasurable and unknown.

I will watch funny Youtube videos till the end of my days…

On the Hardness of Life

A path
A dark and windy path
This is life
As it comes, it also leaves our minds

There is a vision in front
A destination to be had
Then, there is also a way back
A source to be acknowledged

Like water flowing down a river bed
And the source?
Can anyone say where water comes from
For my eyes see only the rain

And I know, I am made of water
As are you
And this bed and chair in my room
All slips into darkness as the walker walks

Substance does not differentiate
Nor do our paths
There is good in hardness
There are rocks in the river bed

Still the water keeps flowing
Into my mind and into yours
I am not lying here, nor do I exaggerate
For here I stand among you

Hardness is to be expected and accepted
It can even be sought out
And what is it worth
For many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness

Accept hardness as a rock on the path
In the meantime
Breathe in life’s essence
At it’s core I do not find these rocks

Is that what you see when the river crosses your eyes?
No
Only the flow
To a place and back again

Breathe I say, look around at where you are
For soon it shall be gone
Changed and distant
And the next place

May be a waterfall
Or the sky
And here it is apparent
Rocks do not fall from the sky

They are born of the flow
A natural struggle found in the essence of which I speak
Let the rocks come
Do not seek them out

There is no need to build too many dams
Too many obstacles will foster a regretful and resentful soul
Be gentle in discipline and posture
Seek out the flow

For the flow
It what you are
It is where we are going
Do not be like a child

Waiting only for the end
Take time and spend it with the fish and critters of the river
All is here now
No one can empty the river out in one scoop

Nor remove all the rocks in one day
Fly young ones
And the old!

The waterfall is waiting for no one

-Zazzo

I Miss You

I miss you
My lover
My heart
My joy

I set sail on the wide blue ocean
With dark thoughts and deep emotions
I did not know what lay beneath the layers of my skin
A heart beating with blood and oxygen, keeping my soul alive

As the boat rose and crashed with the waves I knew that this adventure was one for the taking
The horizon was far far away, wrapping my heart in longing
And then a bird came to me, from beneath the sun’s rays

A white bird with blue specks and a lavender chest
Breathing deeply as its wings beat strong and true
Flying directly towards me
I did not waver and set my eyes upon the eyes of the bird

This bird flew straight into my chest
And nestled its beautiful body and soul in my heart
I felt alive
More alive than I had ever felt in my life

The bird told me many things
About its life and its long journey to the boat
I was moved within, moved more than the rocking of the boat
The ocean was calm and awake

The bird guided me along the waves
Showing me places within and without
The ocean became my friend
Through the trust I shared with this beautiful little bird

Nestling inside my heart, my soul grew warm
I became a new man, I brought energy forth which I did not know was there
Belief and love became a habit
It was a dream

So many days spent rocking along the spray
Many joys under the sun I shared with my newfound soul
Many storms were weathered under a shining moon
Crossing paths with the bird

And one day, a storm set us under its power
The bird and I kept sailing, with the moon to guide us
I became afraid
As the waves become larger I knew the boat was going to give way

Crashing and thrashing
Tossing and turning
Yearning and churning
The ocean displayed its natural life

As I began to drown, I let the bird free
Flying away through the rain and thunder
It looked back but once, as I lifted my gaze
Love was what we shared

A plank took me to shore
As I stood up ragged, hungry, and sopping wet with ocean sweat
I then realized
The ocean’s plan

A gift and nothing more
Love is mercy
Love is guidance
Love is a journey

I met this mercy with what I had
As I beg life to show me a new strength
Building another boat
This one stronger and more determined

To meet the waves of the ocean
The hot sun and salty spray
Allow me the strength life
To walk another path, back into the fray

The boat is my heart
The man upon it is my soul
And the little bird that changed my course
Is you my lover

Setting me free and chaining me down
Life has many things in store for those who chance to take it
I miss you
I miss you

I pray to love again

-Zazzo

Recently I have been reading Nietzsche’s writings. It has been very powerful. He is truly an extremely powerful and individual thinker. I wonder what his personal life was like…. After reading writings like his, and some other great authors. It makes me wonder whether or not this age has anything else to say about the human experience. It seems that Western society is fairly unconcerned with that question. Why? It is because humans have found what we like in the materialism of the West. McWorld (Barber) if a phrase was to be captured. A society based on money where men/women can buy happiness, and as money is relative to hard work and contribution to the society, everything seems relatively fair. In fact, your author, largely agrees with this society. For I have never read of a society allowing such freedom of thought, freedom of choice, and objective transition between classes. Even with these thoughts, there is something deep within me, and I believe many other humans as well, that is terrified of this society continuing. As the destination is absolutely horrific. If society is completely based on money, the endgame must be slavery, yes? …. This broad of a statement can be shot down in an instant, humans have always been slaves to something. Most broadly, life. This is not a question of money. So what is this gut wrenching feeling? Truly, I believe it is the fear of becoming like an insect. A busy body with no real or meaningful emotions. Now here, there is no debate. Where do these emotions fit into our society. Happy humans are being mass produced just like the English have envisioned! And still so many, so many people in Western societies are on anti-depressants. They are unhappy! They have everything, right!? There is something that the West has left behind in order to gain this mass production. It is the connection that holds human life together on its deepest level, family. Is there any way back?