Sitting still, how still can stillness be?
There is still, then there is still.
I sit, and, after a while, the entertaining inner gyration begins.
I calm myself, and the room comes into focus.
I calm again, and the flutters of return dance through my spine.
Be still, and know Me, says Jehovah.
Frozen in the timeless mysteries,
Sending clues to some unfinished calculations.
The program demands a new machine.
The grey ones made it with us.
So even He is free from reviewing every painful detail, thankfully.
Be still, by choice, sometimes perhaps.
Can you be? Or have they got us all too worried?
Or too habitually distracted?
Be still and gain an honest look at looking.
Be as still as you like, and then move with will and in your own living energy.
When you sit, just sit. When you walk, just walk.
That’s the way we go from the mess of being born in a random world,
To existing in exact enmeshment within a kind of mathematical divinity.
Where freedom comes programming privileges,
Where wisdom is our discipline,
And consent is our ethos.
That’s how we go from ignorance to mastery.
Yes, it’s a creation. Yes, you must be a creator too.
Be still and ponder your creative power.
Don’t let life rob you of your presence, etched undeniably into the moment.
Be smooth in the flow of your undeniable experience.
Make the truth your own, in every moment.
In stepping above the old ways, we respect our breath.
In honoring our choices, we comprehend each other’s value.
May the Great Ones of tomorrow not forget the lessons learnt here.
May the grace of an expanded post-scarcity embarrass the corrupt for their desperation.
Step past them like the sophisticated masters you are destined to become.
Remember your training.
Recall the dreams that helped you to endure the small hearted.
May the Angels deal with them with mercy.
May we have better things to focus on, forever more.
Moloko – The Time Is Now
Pointer Sisters – Automatic
The Presets – Tools Down
Kraftwerk – Neon Lights
Tristan James Johns 