Lozi: My hand moved the pen, that placed these characters on the paper and re-copied them to the screen, yes. My brain and nervous system was the engine that drove that hand. But from whence it ultimately came I could speak not, even if I so wished. This can only ever be symbolic; its forms, ever-changing, its stability and equilibrium ever-present.
To me this captures just about everything. The truth of all relationships, the beautiful, and the outright insanity that is reality. –Mom Did Dad YAY!- that’s just…. Perfect… big grins
I wanted to bump this just once more, to make certain that certain individuals would take the chance to view it, as I suspect that I will likely be taking another one of my hiatuses from this forum. AUMGN.
So does one leave when unchallenged, out of the sheer conviction that nothing remains to question, or is it the silence itself which is the greatest adversary... and in the absence of fray does one feel arms called elsewhere to do battle with that which would be verbal... in this can one say that in conflict is sought growth... Why continue to divide from reflections, if what is sought is to embrace life?
Yes, truly the means of division enables the many shards to form facets in a unified mirror. In this mirror of Self, does one source hedonistic inspiration even in the banal, or is the unready chaff scoffed in bewilderment, instead of encouraged with enthusiasm. Do we join with steadfast duty, to that which may seem reticent, and breathe wings of awareness, likes seeds of transformation surely to unfold... or simply walk away.
Some do not spend all their seeds into the same soil, but rather cast them about carelessly, joyously creating, and leaving that which is created to its own growth. In Time, through the medium of Matter, and by the Motion of its inertia, does the created coalesce once more with the creator. Yet whence this occurs there is no need for one to assess the identity of the other, or to put emphasis on what came first and where what should go, for when that creator cast his seed, he understood, that the seed that he cast was equally the seed from which he was born. And he walked heedlessly away.
"Trying to find a means to an end, I move into harm's way."-Anthrax, Harm's Way***********The Silent Satisfaction of At-One-Ment. Amoral is a moral, otherwise known as:The Unrestricted Heart. Openness seems sinister to the entangled;Therefore must veils sometimes be employed. Refracted Light is Light nonetheless.Let us collect it like droplets of dew,With the greatest of care, smiling the Rainbow;A cauldron of Roseblossoms and budding images of Self.Add to this Phoenix Tears and Raven Feathers. But a delicate whisper, she speaks to our within: Fill thy chalice with the brew of the transitory Everlasting. I must go a'hunting. I will return when thy cup is as empty as thy Heart, that I may abide therein. AMEN.***********"...feeling, which is different from what we call emotion, because emotion is a visceral reaction to a situation, while feeling is an active, intelligent faculty of choice. The function of feeling is a constantly changing bridge between opposites, a careful sensing of the needs of a situation with the goal of harmony and relationship at the end."-Juliet Sharman-Burke and Liz Greene, The Mythic Tarot(from the section on the Trump commonly refered to as Temperance)Empasis is mine.
Well said, veils of density strike as an understandable medium. To meet one must speak the same language, in the same tone... on the edge of understanding, beckoning one to meet at the perimeter; Vibrations in a colorful play of circulation, as light comes from sound. *
Sunken at this moment as I am in the Swamp of my own Debauch, I can only hope to be capable of a proper reciprocation: *
Something different for everyoneIs Nothing to itself. Blissful Existance; Chief of All. Unseen, Unknown, Unperturbed. Core Conquering Veils; Inevitable. Breaking down the barriersFrom In The Shadows.
Eternity is a Work in Progress. Detachment from the Wheel of SamsaraIs just as transitory as the Wheel itself. Ecstacy is Interplay of Identity. ... Every Dogma and Doctrine,Practiced and Pleaded.Every Desire fulfilled;All hopelessly needed. But when Death calmly approachesAnd push has come to shove,Serenity the Primal F00l envelopes:he is None of the Above. When the Water gets higher than the Dam(n):We're all broken by Love.
