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Crashing The Cosmic Gates. . .
Crashing The Cosmic Gates. . . If you are not gun shy after being shot, then you don’t understand the purpose of a gun. ***** The soul tries on all attitudes to see which one fits the present world one lives in. ***** All conditions can lend to growth because all conditions contain…
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Times Such As These. . (do we not learn, ever?)
Times Such As These. . . I lock up the room and pocket the last remnants of words laying about unattended. Fearful that pieces of my heart may be found scattered among them. And why not? Times such as these leaves us with little salve to heal the open wounds which once were…
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Love Is The Currency. . .
( I had written. . . ) I really need some one to listen to my words and consider them and tell me there is rest and love and ultimate design in all this. That I can look at the morning and not feel it will be snatched by high noon. That I can walk…
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All Time Is Simultaneous. . holographic universes. . .
June 17, 1984 journal. entry edited only for space . . I was sitting in my chair at the dining room table reading the paper when glancing out the north windows I caught sight of Michael emerging out of his green truck. He was drinking water out of a peanut butter jar and the setting…
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By Example We Teach. . .
All Things Are Connected. . . No matter the outcome of any event, the process of integrating is uppermost within the chest of treasures. It is not that all things are diverse, but that all things are connected in a way that is concealed and discernment is required for enlightenment. Rubies are connected to stones…
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Wandering The Galaxies. . .
Wandering The Galaxies. . . Again, I am here with pictures, primitive to be sure, that I drew of what I encountered in the dream world written on September 9, 1991. Previously I had shown the pictures I had drawn of the gentle fishes in the post on this blog called Worlds I know. .…
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There Is Still Time. . .
(Sometimes the poet and writer needs a good talking to.) There Is Still Time. . . I say. . . . What more can I do? I am tired and I am old. You say. . You are still breathing. And as long as there is…
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A World Affair. . .
A World Affair. . . Give me the space in which a few minutes rest and tell me the color of your eyes. I know the direction your mind would take you, the roads upon which you go. I hear your songs of liberation from a self holding you prisoner…
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My Earth, My Earth. . .
How often have we said ‘it just doesn’t translate.’ Meaning that the nuance of the word is so important that when it isn’t there, the meaning alters. The word insensate is such a word. The meaning of sensate means that there is an appreciation by the senses, that what is perceived is beautiful and…
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The Breaking Day. . .
Not often do we find sunrise photos. I thank Jon Katz of BEDLAMFARM.com for this photo which he so graciously lets me use. Here in California, morning’s sunrise can be counted on pretty much and often to our detriment as these weeks have shown. Still, photos like these require a photographer to rise early…