The cosmos plays us with illusion: it mirrors and inverts perception to draw us towards light, truth, unity... We want it, but first we must survive. We get the metaphor, just an old upside down one, then we sit on the record scratch and bump bump into illusion like big sweet babies. Inversion is a somewhat kinder road for the real to be revealed. Can we cultivate love and trust for our beloved nemesis/selves over the lash. What is it in the eye that reverses all things so carefully? Where the eye sees out, it looks in. Only through our receptiveness to what is, does the "mystery " vaporize. There is a Mystic's Awe that Multiplies. We were made from stars, and our potential is to be a vehicle for the cosmos, but most of us are hallucinating a lot of the time... We often wear our tomb stone around our neck like an albatross: Here lies [IWM]. Die before you die. Die to broken thoughts. Imagination brings us closer to and further from the real. Is it creative or is it separating. If i was that blind, how blind am i Now? Enter into some kind of communication with a larger reality. Drop some veils-(not all, please)- of the imagination. We are naked, together, slave and free, yet were afraid of XTC. Love is the intention behind the intention. "Stay the same. Change." Who's voice is that? Loosen the tourniquet on your heart. Do a head stand to see something different, be a fool and let the blood of the heart fill your head. Just don't be stupid. Time IS love and love is what is passing. Also will the music of this breath and heart beat. Make your house your home before you fly away.
( first entries are at the bottom- with a different format bc im not that technical!)
"THE SKY IS OPEN, BY THAT WAY I WILL GO..."(thinking Ovid, James Joyce) when the sky is the only highway left It is time to shed. LOVE LETTERS SAVED AS AMULETSstand between us and the Abyss.. things from humans that at once confirm we matter and twice veil the Allness- ... SAW A TENNESSEE WILLIAMS PLAY," ONE ARM" ... adding a layer to the layers and layers that peel and saturate psychic thoughts... in it, an adonis innocent boxer loses arm, broken in spirit and cash, believes he lost his worth, subjects himself to dangers of total nihilism in new hustler career, loathing his shame, tho maimed arm magnifies his beauti 'like antiquiti'. He passes through lives of many feeling 'nothing'. Story unfolds in prison cell, hundreds of letters come in from the johns of his wanderings. He finds he meant a great deal to they.mmmm...like many of us were a bit touched. As amends to all he abandoned, he writes left handed laboriously remembers all in detail, carries his 800 letters and replies as lone witness to the Chair where he is MADE free ...to the realm of silence...in death he stops speaking the mantras of limited identity. Judgements about why's with in ourselves and upon others can be a form of murder, killing that which is meant to flower. There's a fine line between acceptance, and being brave with out the pendant handicaps of platitudes. SEE THE MEDICINE. Find alignment, and look forward... death or love? we (All One Arm's) must die in love...and know the difference between being an artist transmitter and the great artificer's transmutations. One arm's create prisons while in a paradise body..If we were perfect, we would not be here.... I am reminded me of my Prisoner paintings and drawings where she is laying down by a stream but missing a leg (or two!) it looks like one is bent, but was, in part, about being trapped in fantasy.
This letter goes out to All my friends who lost Beloveds last week,'' take them tightly to your breast... you saw descending, now look at the rising... as sun sets moon rises as moon rises sun sets." Birth and death in every day we can wake surrendering to the mystery,never knowing what an affect we all have in the world while here...we alone deny or separate ourselves, and that is where the pain in living lies - love is all just happening, regurgitating. Imagine we use more that 5% of our brains- what else we will be ready to see. Evolution is slow, can we help it? To see with the eye of the heart is, another way to enhance frontal lobe purpose. "Which seed fell on the earth that did not grow there?" What is will remain. All is for life and for the living, just not easy to see except maybe in a mirror.