Indiana Barnlot Youthanasia Days
Silence that avoids Truth is debilitating.
Silence that Is Truth is All that Is.
O One that Exhaled me into form
INHALES ME GENTLY HOME.
TAKING ALL SILENCE THAT FESTERS
LEAVING ONLY THE
SILENCE OF ALL THAT IS
Saturday, February 01, 2003
A resignation to the core..... and what is there?
Flesh seems to be disappearing….going somewhere.
No wonder I fought so hard
this lifetime re: this condition in others…..because what I saw destroying them
was destiny for me….the joke or irony is that even this destruction does not destroy me as long as I Remember my Truth.
The wasted energy in fighting or trying to avoid Destiny in one’s self is apparent,
then add what is utilized in the missionary/saviour stance with others….
....and one can fritter away the allotted lifetime’s Pure Gold.
HARK!…the moment this is Realized…..there is only Gold.
SAVING OTHERS SHOULD HAVE WARNED
ME OF MY OWN DESTINY.
AS LONG AS I SAVED THEM
I AVOIDED KNOWING WHAT CANNOT BE AVOIDED
WITHOUT A MURMER
INSURES GENTLE INHALATIONS
INTO YOU O BLESSED ONE.
HOLDING THIS QUIET
BEYOND CRITICISM & JUDGEMENT
BEYOND PRAISE & BLAME
BEYOND ALL OPINIONS
RAPTURES ME BEYOND RAPTURE
THE TEMPERING OF ABSORPTIONS.
NO WONDER! NO WONDER! DEAR GOD
MY SOUL HIDES IN THEE
THERE CAN BE NOTHING ELSE.
BURNED AND CONSUMED
BY BREATH ALONE
UNTIL THE BREATHER
CLAIMS ALL SHADOWS
AFTER THE ASH
IT REPEATS & REPEATS
DISAPPEARING THESE FEEBLE
BEHAVE ACCORDING TO ANOTHER’S
RATHER THAN THEIR WORDS AND PRETENSE.
IMAGINE THE STRAIN UPON MY SOUL!
DUE TO MY OWN THOUGHTS
MEMORIES AND ABSORPTIONS
AS I REMEMBER MY INNER DESTINY
...MY NAME AT MY EARTH MAKING--
OUTER DESTINY MATTERS NOT
IT IS NOT SEPARATE
IS THE PROTOTYPE.
ONE CANNOT EXPERIENCE CONNECTING
WITH THAT WHICH
ALPHA/OMEGA ALREADY IS
ALL THAT IS
EBB AND FLOW OF IT ALL
OUTER PLAY OF SHADOW DRAMAS
INCLUDING WITHIN/WITHOUT THIS FORM’S
ONLY THE DANCER DANCES ME
ALL IS WELL
Saturday, February 08, 2003
Being has no nationality, no race, and no religion.
~Joel S Goldsmith
Parenthesis in Eternity
Beware of the tiny gods frightened men
To bring an anesthetic relief
To their sad
Be crumbled, so wild flowers will come up where you are.
You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different. Surrender.
Waves move in patterns.
Patterns move in rhythms.
A human being is just that
energy, waves, patterns, rhythms.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
that exists only in you, here and now,
always changing, always true.
Are you willing to listen with fascination?
If you are,
it will deliver you unto the self
you have always dreamed you could be.
This is a promise.
So many of us are not in our bodies,
really at home and vibrantly present there.
Nor are we in touch with the basic rhythms that constitute our bodily life.
We live outside ourselves
- in our heads, our memories, our longings
- absentee landlords of our own estate.
My way back into life was ecstatic dance.
I reentered my body by learning to move my self,
to dance my own dance from the inside out,
not the outside in.
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