THIS I BELIEVE: A Collection from the Streams of Consciousness in Midnight Hours

Chantal - Brooklyn, New York
Entered on March 28, 2008
Age Group: 18 - 30
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I have not yet reached the true potentiality residing in me which I owe to humanity…

There it lies beneath fear and doubt, unsettling and disturbing. The truest test of bravery, audacity, capabilities.

Finding the Self, discovered only when talent unveils itself after surpassing obstacles of the mind and reality. I Will.

I will blindingly plunge head first into uncertainties.

I will risk perils of destroying Ego and pride, left untouched until now.

Uncovered, displayed, humiliation now serves a truer purpose.

Reaching deeper than the past felt abyss of the Self, beyond imaginable possibilities.

I owe it to the One. Destruction of doubt first achieved through the wisdom of human possibility of attaining everything or nothing through heartfelt will.

Destruction of fear after surmounting the horrendous stage of birth into the unknown.

The wisdom of “I Will”; the life reality represents the truest nature of the magical and dreamlike state of the cosmos, where the world is a playground on which the self must find its rides.

Fearlessly play the game of life –Listen to the inner child saying I Can Everything [One].


Intertwine the cosmos, partaking in realities [realities, banalities].

Destroy the banalities of realities: no limit. No nothing; philosophy; time; space finality. End is beginning. Start now: forget or remember, but listen. Open: escape velocity. Truth. Words. Words: everything, yet nothing. Zero equals to one, because One is everything and everything is nothing, therefore nothing is zero. Zero is nothing, everything. Oneness.


But a dream.

Make your own reality.

Suffocate. Annihilate community mass philosophy.

The world is but a One.

A One of infinity.

Infinity: never ending spiraling eccentricity. Serendipitously floating body of indescribable something. Unperceivable in mind thoughts.

Open heart fully.

Listen carefully: the escape of reality, unfolds truthfully.

What? Words. Spiritually communicated eyes perception instead.

How? Above described again reminds of the incapability and limitations of knowledge and learnt acquired truths amounting to nothingness.

Where? Somewhere too close to grasp, too far to reach. Attained on gibbering symbols on matter.

Flow out into space until once upon a time,

Words no longer talk from the mind,

But from everything, or something in space, all partaking in the same body expressed in symbols to the recipient.

There: no Self. No words of self; Words of life.

Not philosophy,

Not human truth,

Not intelligence. Tiredness of thinking, letting go of mind into the chaotic knowledge of potentials in symbolism.


I’m scared. Shitless.

But, I decided today (again),

A reminder from a little voice inside

That I am going to go on—

No matter what.

Figure out what is this thing we call fear.

Say hello,

Walk beside it,

Face it,

Smile at it,

Love it,

Make love to it,

And find out what and where it comes from

To see (once and for all)

If it needed to have been there in the first place.

Fight the fear,

Love the fear,

Embrace the fear.

Fear hopes that you will overcome your shyness towards it

And maybe in time, see it as a friend.

For what is fear

But your guiding voices of reason,

Heeding danger and devising preemptive defenses.

Never let it get in your way

Because it is not the path, but,

Instead, serves as one of many loyal guides.


(My friend, sleep tight.

In tomorrow, comes rising surprises—

Up with a jolt!

Spurring excesses;

The beautiful remainders

Of yesterday’s nocturnal woes.)

I need not hold on too tightly as I observe the dawn on the horizon.

It moves me deeply—what a sight! The moment caresses me; I quiver.

I grab on, with a firmer grip,

The railing below shuddering slightly under my pressure.

Our eyes, twinkling, given to the rising sun.

And it penetrates me, squeezing its warmth onto my skin.

I am ignited by the sudden burn;

Shaking; the trembles flood my body—

Sweat drenched avalanche of steaming lava;

Hot, juicy fluid flowing down the valley!

O, moist dew on the soft rose petals!

The sun, now gloriously beaming,

Proud and shining on our nakedness!

We take it all in,

We take it all in,

We take it all in,

And breathe it all out in exalted unison.


I look into your eyes

And see rings around the Moon:

Your pupils are dilated

Like the sun at High noon.

Beat of the drum,

Liquefies the present.

The smell of your touch

Solidifies my thought.

The pen that brands the page

Forever keeps us engaged

In a delightful daze,