Stefan Bright - Two Dimensional 2023

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Run Away!

In The Shadow Of The Face To Face

Bedside Manor (Slight Return)

Vortexas

On The Hill Under A Purple Rain...

Purpose Of Your Life's Path...

Ground Control To Major Tom...

Rolling Thunder

"Nature's Dance - No Mind, No Form, I Only Exist..."

Loneliness Of The Long-Distance Runner

Renegade

Natural Selection

Broken Promises

Birth

Transcendence

Purple Haze

Timelessness...

Purple Mountains Majesty

Echo of the Must-Colored Tower

Birth of an illusion... Adam's Atom

par for the course

The Rise Of Thoth

11th hour

showered with grace...

Transition

Montpelier Flood 2023 - rush to judgement

reality

Somewhere In Time...

!Atomic Structure!

freakin' green!

It's All Just An Illusion!

Meditation Blues...Go Deep!

dearly departed

Reality-Lite

finding my way back home...

Himalayan Ski Lodge

Corn In The Afternoon

Purple Barn Harvest Moon.

Self Surrender

the blue pill...

Hiding in plain sight

Lost In Time...

Galactic Urban Uber

Now Leaving Rome!

desolation row (slight return)

Bee's Knees Week

children of the wood

blessed!

ku-ku-ka-chu Mr. Anderson!

elven bloom

🎶All We Are Saying...🎶

World Without Soul...

Have you seen my soul today,

It's nowhere to be found?

I saw it last rolled in a ball,

As it scurried underground.

Have you seen my soul today,

Stripes colored true and through?

I thought I saw it then it's gone,

Those hues no longer viewed.

Have you seen my soul today,

Waving to the crowd?

Its mission passion torn apart,

Its voice no longer loud.

Have you seen my soul today,

That topped the mighty spire?

With windblown threads kissed tops of heads,

And its message filled with fire.

I've lost my mighty soul today,

Its pain brought on by thus.

I've lost my mighty soul today,

It's nothing more than dust.

But, if you find my darling soul,

Wherever it may be,

Let it know I wish it would

come back and conquer me.

I'm ready for the new unfurl,

The reason for my ride.

To hear voices raised in heartfelt praise,

A return to my soul's full pride.

over the edge!

winter is...

what???

What god wrote this insanity

of this misaligned humanity?

The play is stale

The actors corrupted

The reviews are telling

The run interrupted

For the time being its vanity

Is feeding this insanity.

For the time being it is vanity

that’s feeding this depravity

What god wrote this reality

this experience of duality?

The lie is truth

The truth is loose

The loose is noosed

The noose is juiced

And the juice is cooked

In the stagnant decisions of the referee

The referee-god that decided to sway

The rules in the wrong direction away

From building alliances with colors and creeds

From building the life around others needs

From paving a road where the fallen don’t bleed

From planting a garden with enlightened seeds

What god wrote this insanity

of this ill-intentioned society?

Look around, nothing found,

Look again, nothing sound

Hey, don’t look up just look down

Just look down…

What do you see

It’s just you and me.

Meditation On Sphere In Cube(Slight Return)

Unconscious Societal Anemia

timeandspace...

Eventide...And Nestled In Dreams

Threw Solitude Through Their Window Pain

Sunday Coffee With The Bright's

Enlighten Mint

Uncle Burt's Maribbean Vacation

Uncle Burt Visits The Museum Of The Imaginarium

Hatching An Idea In The Land Of Odd

The World According To Faji...

Old Soul Young Soul

I'm an Old Soul you're a Young Soul
that concept’s a tragedy
an ego’s quest to satisfy vanity
consciousness moves neither forward or back
consciousness encompasses all of the track

that gathers up informational twists
and turns reality into a mist
that turns reality into a mis-story
that burns reality into a his-story

and mines the minds of that history’s misery
to lead us screaming to the edge of the well
to plead us to stay in the ignorance cell
to plead us to stay in the ignorance sell

of mind games and lie games and dictators of illusions,
festering contusions and murderous solutions.
the story of old young going the wayside
there’s first time soul’s transcending the morals guide

as evolution moves in golden growth
the first and last have seen their most
exciting time when comparison rules
was just set up as tools for fools.
was just set up as tools for schools

to teach a way of boastful steps
to characterize the ways and whys
the old soul harnesses while the young soul tarnishes
the experience of life’s full worth
to gather the knowledge for another birth

but the old soul’s old
and the dust is gathering
around the old soul’s wisdom
many years of blabbering

about the many years of carrying
the knowledge of the world plane
through dimensions of the soul plane
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

there are first timer souls coming our way
there are new timer souls coming today
having evolution’s best wish parting
given more before even starting

to show up ready to work in this mire
to show up ready with will and desire
to take this planet to ends
never seen before

humanity’s greatness to feats
never reached before
for you and me and the old and the young
the Old Soul Young Soul is finally done.

Meditation on the blues

after birth of the blues

Lit On Christmas Eve

Adventures In The Lnad Of ODDZ

land of mu...

I’ve traveled far, I do believe, from land long lost to memory. The sacred land of Mu, where atoms born in ethers beyond the knowing of earthenkind. Mu in my arms embraced by fingers of intelligent vibrations, leading me to newer cliffs of light. I’ve felt such a torrent lately, mind-thought swirling madly in the hope of infusing the timeless message of immortality in my sensing. I’ve come alone, along a path till now, that veils the very essence of life, as my eyes shuttered and the shadow falls upon my view. Its darkness haunting at my very core. Its darkness counting through the minus door. Backwards, backwards it creeps. And with this crawl a dumbing down of nature’s gift. Seen beauty in the eyes no more. Just dust of what was promised. A promised place of gentle kindness soaring through the heart of life, the soul of life, of life itself. Experience requested here. Experience digested here. I’ve traveled far, I do believe, from land long lost to memory. The sacred land of Mu, where silence speaks the word and love speaks the all.

landing strip

The kiss...

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