ALL IS
EXTRAORDINARILY
UNSPEAKABLY
ALIVE AND WELL...
∞
...UNLESS THOUGHTS/PERCEPTIONS TARRY
THAT
SAY OTHERWISE
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2:44 AM-1/5/18
EXTRAORDINARILY
UNSPEAKABLY
ALIVE AND WELL...
∞
...UNLESS THOUGHTS/PERCEPTIONS TARRY
THAT
SAY OTHERWISE
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2:44 AM-1/5/18
Oh soul, you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less, why do you worry?
You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
Rumi
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less, why do you worry?
You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
Rumi
There is a morning inside you
waiting to burst open into Light.
~Rumi
waiting to burst open into Light.
~Rumi
Observe the wonders as they occur around you.
Don't claim them.
Feel the artistry moving through,
and be silent.
Rumi
Don't claim them.
Feel the artistry moving through,
and be silent.
Rumi
With patience view the density of others
as a necessary timing mechanism
that allows their growth to be supported
by the strength derived from adversity.
Almine
as a necessary timing mechanism
that allows their growth to be supported
by the strength derived from adversity.
Almine
AFTERNOON....
Below in this color font
My Tattoo Artist
by
Tamara Madison
Your ex-wife’s name on your chest
A tsunami crashes on your left thigh
and on your right – a colorful glob
I can’t decipher from across
the coffee table.
My Tattoo Artist
by
Tamara Madison
Your ex-wife’s name on your chest
A tsunami crashes on your left thigh
and on your right – a colorful glob
I can’t decipher from across
the coffee table.
I have my hair still dark in places
but mostly white, tufting out
around my face.
but mostly white, tufting out
around my face.
You have a vine with roses
twining around your left arm;
I have scars on my forearms
from sizzling cookie sheets.
twining around your left arm;
I have scars on my forearms
from sizzling cookie sheets.
You have your German Shepherd’s
portrait on the other arm
and I have a bristling halo of lines
radiating out from my lips.
portrait on the other arm
and I have a bristling halo of lines
radiating out from my lips.
You have four lines from a poem
by Rumi in blue ink on your back;
I have puckering skin on my belly
where my babies and the sun
have done their handiwork.
by Rumi in blue ink on your back;
I have puckering skin on my belly
where my babies and the sun
have done their handiwork.
You got yours in a shop on 4th Street;
I got mine everywhere I’ve ever been.
Life is my tattoo.
My Tattoo Artist
by
Tamara Madison
http://www.yourdailypoem.com/listpoem.jsp?poem_id=1913
I got mine everywhere I’ve ever been.
Life is my tattoo.
My Tattoo Artist
by
Tamara Madison
http://www.yourdailypoem.com/listpoem.jsp?poem_id=1913
Elsewhere in his writings about the Bushmen, Sir Laurens wrote of
‘This shrill, brittle, self-important life of today is by comparison
a graveyard where the living are dead and the dead
are alive
and talking [through our soul] in the still, small, clear voice
of a love and trust in life that we have for the moment lost…
[there was a time when]
All on earth and in the universe were still members and family of the early race seeking comfort and warmth through the long, cold night before the dawning of individual consciousness in a togetherness which still
gnaws like an unappeasable homesickness
at the base of the human heart’
(Testament to the Bushmen,
1984, pp.127–128 of 176).
https://www.humancondition.com/wtm-emails/sir-laurens-van-der-posts-vision/
‘This shrill, brittle, self-important life of today is by comparison
a graveyard where the living are dead and the dead
are alive
and talking [through our soul] in the still, small, clear voice
of a love and trust in life that we have for the moment lost…
[there was a time when]
All on earth and in the universe were still members and family of the early race seeking comfort and warmth through the long, cold night before the dawning of individual consciousness in a togetherness which still
gnaws like an unappeasable homesickness
at the base of the human heart’
(Testament to the Bushmen,
1984, pp.127–128 of 176).
https://www.humancondition.com/wtm-emails/sir-laurens-van-der-posts-vision/
I know how precious the truth Sir Laurens resurrected was
because it was able to save my soul from extinction.
Some time in my late teenage years, my mother, Jill Griffith, gave me a copy of a book by Sir Laurens
(I think it was his 1952 book Venture to the Interior
because I remember the zebras pictured on the cover)
and it was this book, and then Sir Laurens’ two main books about the Bushmen, The Lost World of the Kalahari (1958) and The Heart of the Hunter (1961),
which I sought out soon after reading the first book,
that gave me the confirmation I needed
that my very different unresigned,
denial-free, unevasive way of thinking
wasn’t some form of madness.
As some evidence of how precious Sir Laurens’ writings have been to me,
these original copies of The Lost World of the Kalahari
and
The Heart of the Hunter are now so tattered from use
they are held together by lots of tape and some string.
Jeremy Griffith
https://www.humancondition.com/wtm-emails/sir-laurens-van-der-posts-vision/
because it was able to save my soul from extinction.
Some time in my late teenage years, my mother, Jill Griffith, gave me a copy of a book by Sir Laurens
(I think it was his 1952 book Venture to the Interior
because I remember the zebras pictured on the cover)
and it was this book, and then Sir Laurens’ two main books about the Bushmen, The Lost World of the Kalahari (1958) and The Heart of the Hunter (1961),
which I sought out soon after reading the first book,
that gave me the confirmation I needed
that my very different unresigned,
denial-free, unevasive way of thinking
wasn’t some form of madness.
As some evidence of how precious Sir Laurens’ writings have been to me,
these original copies of The Lost World of the Kalahari
and
The Heart of the Hunter are now so tattered from use
they are held together by lots of tape and some string.
Jeremy Griffith
https://www.humancondition.com/wtm-emails/sir-laurens-van-der-posts-vision/
‘We live in a sunset hour of time.
We need to recognize and develop that aspect of ourselves
of which the moon bears the image.
It is our own shy intuitions of renewal,
which walk in our spiritual night
as Porcupine walked by the light of the moon,
that need helping on the way.
It is as if I hear the wind bringing up behind me the voice of Mantis,
the infinite in the small,
calling from the stone age to an age of men with hearts of stone,
commanding us with the authentic voice of eternal renewal:
“You must henceforth be the moon.
You must shine at night.
By your shining shall you lighten the darkness
until the sun rises again to light up all things for men”’
(The Heart of the Hunter, 1961, p.233 of 233).
https://www.humancondition.com/wtm-emails/sir-laurens-van-der-posts-vision/
(See Read More at end for
"These wild people....")
We need to recognize and develop that aspect of ourselves
of which the moon bears the image.
It is our own shy intuitions of renewal,
which walk in our spiritual night
as Porcupine walked by the light of the moon,
that need helping on the way.
It is as if I hear the wind bringing up behind me the voice of Mantis,
the infinite in the small,
calling from the stone age to an age of men with hearts of stone,
commanding us with the authentic voice of eternal renewal:
“You must henceforth be the moon.
You must shine at night.
By your shining shall you lighten the darkness
until the sun rises again to light up all things for men”’
(The Heart of the Hunter, 1961, p.233 of 233).
https://www.humancondition.com/wtm-emails/sir-laurens-van-der-posts-vision/
(See Read More at end for
"These wild people....")
April 5, 2015
November 15, 2012
Close your eyes and gaze at the flame that lit your senses.
~Rumi
~Rumi
February 6, 2016 GODSEED Cover Photo by Charles Niemann
Note above: in dmm shadow in wet sand...
...foot prints of."The Scream" of lifetimes
is being washed away by ocean waters & Sun Light
...foot prints of."The Scream" of lifetimes
is being washed away by ocean waters & Sun Light
The Scream - Edvard Munch
(See Read More below for
"These wild people....")
"These wild people....")
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