Part Two:
The space between meals and
breaths becomes so vast that
each one feels a new.
Until we become the
space between itself.
When we are neither
looking out or in.
When we are neither
resisting or pulling.
When we are the spiraling wave which is a river
which circles consistently, infinitely,
constantly.
We are the muse and amused.
We create and react by creation.
Time itself flip flops around us
like a pot bellied gnome giggling
joyfully at our wonderment.
life is a circle.
We have no center- all centers are one center. We think we are separate but in fact we are so imperceptibly linked and individualized and differentiated it passes by without much notice- this oneness.
We define ourselves by what we oppose. Even similarities while ciscentric to us are not us. We are minuscule vibrations so slightly altered from one another that we as a collective may look at a plant and call it a tree while living in distinct separate universes.
There is no ideal except patience- the space between.
There is no joy except sunshine- awareness of the self- like a child consciously using their toes.
We are all students, children, sages and teachers of our own philosophy.
We are infinitely wise and dumb to speak our world.
When we describe it that is what it is not.
When we gesture we are more accurate. We come closer to truth the less we speak, the more we create and listen.
We are self realized when each word and twitch and emotion is in a conscious reaction to ------.
Why did I not see this before? That LOVE is the only answer. That REINCARNATION is a daily process. THAT LOVE IS INFINITE- and truly to grasp infinite. I was near infinite on Sunday which was yesterday. I could feel how close the Gods were to us. And now in your absence you are not gone. You never were.
O God of Stag, O Goddess of Stars, O Beginning, O End,
I was dead but now I am alive. I thought I was alive but it was such a dark hole where I had been living.
I am free now.
I forever am. Push, Carry, Shove, Embarrass- Love has brought me here.
LOVE alone is my only boat.
Lesson # 121 -125
The space between meals and
breaths becomes so vast that
each one feels a new.
Until we become the
space between itself.
When we are neither
looking out or in.
When we are neither
resisting or pulling.
When we are the spiraling wave which is a river
which circles consistently, infinitely,
constantly.
We are the muse and amused.
We create and react by creation.
Time itself flip flops around us
like a pot bellied gnome giggling
joyfully at our wonderment.
life is a circle.
We have no center- all centers are one center. We think we are separate but in fact we are so imperceptibly linked and individualized and differentiated it passes by without much notice- this oneness.
We define ourselves by what we oppose. Even similarities while ciscentric to us are not us. We are minuscule vibrations so slightly altered from one another that we as a collective may look at a plant and call it a tree while living in distinct separate universes.
There is no ideal except patience- the space between.
There is no joy except sunshine- awareness of the self- like a child consciously using their toes.
We are all students, children, sages and teachers of our own philosophy.
We are infinitely wise and dumb to speak our world.
When we describe it that is what it is not.
When we gesture we are more accurate. We come closer to truth the less we speak, the more we create and listen.
We are self realized when each word and twitch and emotion is in a conscious reaction to ------.
Why did I not see this before? That LOVE is the only answer. That REINCARNATION is a daily process. THAT LOVE IS INFINITE- and truly to grasp infinite. I was near infinite on Sunday which was yesterday. I could feel how close the Gods were to us. And now in your absence you are not gone. You never were.
O God of Stag, O Goddess of Stars, O Beginning, O End,
I was dead but now I am alive. I thought I was alive but it was such a dark hole where I had been living.
I am free now.
I forever am. Push, Carry, Shove, Embarrass- Love has brought me here.
LOVE alone is my only boat.
Lesson # 121 -125
