AWE/mirror of heart

The cosmos plays us with illusion: Leila mirrors, inverts perception to usher in light unity, Truth... We want it. Inversion is a slow cooked less-violent rout for the real to be revealed. We can cultivate compassion for our beloved nemesis/selves rather than the lash. What is it in the eye that reverses all things so carefully? Love the knowing as much as the mystery because it will, like a jewel, fold again as when u reach a peak, there is always more to be revealed. Only through our receptiveness to what is real does the "mystery " vaporize transforming into the Mystic's Awe that Multiplies. We often wear our tomb stone around our neck like an albatross: Here lies [business card]. Illusion, light, matter, what? Die before you die. In longing for one, hearts can expand for All hearts, seeing the divine face in all beloveds. Lovers haters strangers guide each other in the dream... good to see you all again. The building of unassailable separateness is result of flights of manifold imagination; imagination brings us closer to and further from the real, depending upon how we participate: Is it creative or is it nill. If i was that blind before, how blind am i Now? Things change, things remain. To participate is an awe inspiring ponder in and of itself. Entering into some kind of communication with a larger reality comes with dropping the folds of the veils of imagination, oh how to discriminate? it is ok to "get" naked and taste the joy of non duality bc we already naked, one, slave, borrowed and free, yet were afraid of XTC. Love is the intention behind the intention ever coaxing. Do a head stand and see the truth, be a fool and let the blood of the heart fill your head, the heart is the master, loosen the tourniquet bit by bit. Time IS love and love is what is passing. Thats the music of life! ( if first time viewer start at the very end to get all dates and musings, photos art and writing if you wish.)
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3.13.2012

When Oracles Of Aphrodite Speak; yes, no, yes no, yes...

exuberant dreams 



one eye open, while preparing to hatch


snail 

home to home


from the fugitive





rainy afternoon





photo by dawn blackman "sissel kardel"
PRO FEM
spring is near, sk


SPEAK


3.06.2012

BALL OF FIRE/EARFQUAKE/FULL MOON/ ROAD TRIP/SMART GIRLS CRY/ crap i'm 50

Sometimes you have to let your heart be broken by life.   Again and again and again the merry go round turns.  Riding on the back of the motorcycle this saturday viewing 200 miles of California's major coast line, where the pacific is so fat and sparkly that the horizon disappears in places, I kept thinking all this is so fleeting so awesome and so constant all at once.  I saw a huge mountain lion sitting naughty and alert in a produce field and was glad to be moving at 70 miles per hour.  It is ridiculously beautiful here.   Tomorrow i have a surgery.  All is well, just rolling with the waves, the punches, various shapes of the heart and the gold green hills of today tomorrow and yesterday. 



old time fave, N.O.

SICK!
heart, lean to

FEM



hello
human hearts,


polish the mirror




auntie em auntie em
"hi"
zoom zoom zoom






the things we see

smile




moo 
be happy
3 things
 a stonehenge rothko 

sissel kardel 3. 2012 

sissel kardel 3. 2012
quack is wack