What is an action? Well, I can only tell you this by telling you what is not an action. So, given there are many chaotic interpretations of what is not an action,  lets consider this; in a metaphysical cycle of universe after universe, all inaction is the inaccurate mistake where evolutionary possibilities have been missed.  

But of course, I must also explain the obvious, 'doing nothing' is still  an action. In fact if you can successfully achieve the action of nothing (a state of stillness not forgetfulness) then you have achieved enlightenment and you ARE everything. Fail in the achievement then you breathe a fly up your nose. 

But this philosophy, of fault, failure and ignorance as inaction of course doesn't mean I'm advocating that you smash your car into parliament and that's o.k. because it didn't really happen. No, interestingly the word 'sin' is actually derived from the word 'miss.' Further, there are resonance field's around a potential true action, a field where you can think "ahh this moment is close to an action of truth, an action of compassion and existential accuracy... lets see if I can... "

A poets protest for the sacred inner-child of the future

Merely stardust flare all this civilization and window glare, all this frustration crumbles, all this past station crumbles, all these paths into the horizon sink into the light and become destinations of all matter in a synchronous choice-full reaction. Nothing more to say than the dance boundaries are saint, and the quantum mechanics behind this track are dear to my heart. Entangled in the flares of consciousness. 

Once upon a science altared meadow

Enlightenment is said to be a wall-less sound and indeed "today all young men on acid realise that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration" one that creates the Hicks Boson inscription on the plank scale everything, where macro biological dreams sway in the great space body.  But you don't need astro-physical math nor acid to realize this.  You just need the starting point within the idea of compassionate signature consciousness. That is enough to entangle you to the path of befriending everything completely...





Dear everything

Call it a true U.N of like-WISE world-wide community, call it a collection of internal continents of my head-spirit, call it an alien war near an end, call it what you will, this poem is dedicated to the possibility of peace in our manifestations capability, this planet or the next...

The jump

This sound poem is dedicated to my daughter Macalah Ida Maxwell, born 12:25am, 12th July 2012. Her name means the full moon and the fullness of this track represents her grace jazz well. With an intense moment of shoulder disclosure, basically meaning her shoulders got stuck on the way out, she is our second miracle of life.  With all miracles of course, there is risk and intensity, so whether its watching a nurse dive-hammer your fiancee and child, or trying to get dinner going while washing clothes, doing the dishes, wiping the table down, dealing with utility companies on top of keeping the kids from killing each other, the other entity this poem is dedicated to is chaos, so enjoy...

She was born

 This poem is dedicated to my brother and mum, living in a house five minutes from Nimbin main street. back in 92. Not exactly an average experience and reason Paganism shines strong in my heart (amongst quite a few fellow friends...).  No, in fact I have given the whole year and a half experience a new collection of mine called "my inner child smiles at the art of time." For there, exploring my past with the meditation of poetry, O so many piquant spiritual experiences and shamans like this passing and leaving magic for my future youth, these nameless and nuanced sorcery I find, the chaos godhead is spellings smile... 

Pan stayed upon our porch once...

This poem dedicated to the power of a poetic moment. Dedicated to chance lovers and the choice to leave things mundane or step out of the box and be daring, be you, seize the game by the controls and jazz trick your life to freedom-love. Poems note; "Flaneur" means   "stroller", "lounger", "saunterer", or "loafer". Flânerie refers to the act of strolling, with all of its accompanying associations; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fl%C3%A2neur  

May your words...

"Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?
-Walt Whitman

Upon the meditations of consciousness this poem reaches, where consciousness is boundless, intimately connected to this earth as the one true consciousness we incarnate. Its symbol, an inverted journey upon the inside of a flame, is a journey of healing the layers of collective mind through the inner life cycles we master. For he who heals oneself heals the world. It is in accordance with the descriptives of existence being called the samsara flame, the life flame distilled until what remains is the crystal essence... And so Amitābha my friends...

The flame

As spring has arrived here in 2014, I present this transition poem of 2009. Written back when my first daughter was in belly, winter was playing its wild music outside, and  spring was only a few breaths of night and day away, it approaches the unfurling of life from a subtle moody consciousness of gentleness and patience... 

A winters poem within

Jammin with a mate long ago, this poem is made of many smaller poems. So while alittle random it talks and sings about the cold darkness of time and age, and ends with the prophecies of love.

jasonmaxwell