consider what it means to live in spaciousness....
where do we live small?...
....and how do we shift to live under the stars?
In Blue
where do we live small?...
....and how do we shift to live under the stars?
In Blue
EVERSHINING’S DIVINE GRACE
DISAPPEARS QUANTUM-DIMENSIONAL SCAR TISSUE
FROM THE EONS’ MURDERS & ABUSE…
AN UNFETTERING EMERGENCE
FROM ALL 3 DIMENSIONAL IMPRISONMENTS
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ONLY QUANTUM DIMENSIONAL LIFE REMAINS
(3D < QD)
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4:07 AM - 1/5/16
DISAPPEARS QUANTUM-DIMENSIONAL SCAR TISSUE
FROM THE EONS’ MURDERS & ABUSE…
AN UNFETTERING EMERGENCE
FROM ALL 3 DIMENSIONAL IMPRISONMENTS
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ONLY QUANTUM DIMENSIONAL LIFE REMAINS
(3D < QD)
ew
4:07 AM - 1/5/16
I have come to drag you out of yourself,
and take you in my Heart.
I have come to bring out the beauty
you never knew you had
and lift you like a prayer to the Sky……
…Rumi
From:
our inexpressable emergence
http://makebelieveboutique.com/2014/01/21/8187/
and take you in my Heart.
I have come to bring out the beauty
you never knew you had
and lift you like a prayer to the Sky……
…Rumi
From:
our inexpressable emergence
http://makebelieveboutique.com/2014/01/21/8187/
The center tube will become a large bunch of bananas...Photo from 1/4/16 ....... is pregnant with a banana bunch (reminding of Marion Woodman’s The Pregnant Virgin... ......and More)
All quotes below in blue font from:
http://makebelieveboutique.com/2016/01/04/14422/
Tranquility belongs to a long list of shadowy essentials
to which our culture pays lip service,
but to which we are mostly oblivious,
among them rest, sleep, silence, stillness, and solitude.
What I am describing is a certain vibrant emptiness,
what the Japanese call "ma."
Ma is found in the silences between words,
in the white space on a page,
in the tacit understanding between two close friends.
what the Japanese call "ma."
Ma is found in the silences between words,
in the white space on a page,
in the tacit understanding between two close friends.
The Japanese school of Sumi painting says:
"If you depict a bird, give it space to fly."
That ease, that spaciousness, is ma.
~Christina McEwen
"If you depict a bird, give it space to fly."
That ease, that spaciousness, is ma.
~Christina McEwen
In the act of writing the poem, I am obedient, and submissive.
Insofar as one can, I put aside ego and vanity, and even intention.
I listen.
Insofar as one can, I put aside ego and vanity, and even intention.
I listen.
What I hear is almost a voice, almost a language.
It is a second ocean, rising, singing into one's ear, or deep inside the ears, whispering in the recesses where one is less oneself
than a part of some single indivisible community.
It is a second ocean, rising, singing into one's ear, or deep inside the ears, whispering in the recesses where one is less oneself
than a part of some single indivisible community.
Blake spoke of taking dictation.
I am no Blake,
yet I know the nature of what he meant.
~Mary Oliver
I am no Blake,
yet I know the nature of what he meant.
~Mary Oliver
Sometimes everything
has to be
enscribed across
the heavens
so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.
David Whyte
our inexpressable emergence
http://makebelieveboutique.com/2014/01/21/8187/
has to be
enscribed across
the heavens
so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.
David Whyte
our inexpressable emergence
http://makebelieveboutique.com/2014/01/21/8187/
Backyard Gualin Pet 11/23/14
the fragile beauty of exquisite care
finds us in rare moments…
…bones of integrity hold the delicate wings of authenticity…
..alighting us into the realness of who we are…
....fly strong….
our inexpressable emergence
http://makebelieveboutique.com/2014/01/21/8187/
finds us in rare moments…
…bones of integrity hold the delicate wings of authenticity…
..alighting us into the realness of who we are…
....fly strong….
our inexpressable emergence
http://makebelieveboutique.com/2014/01/21/8187/
Tranquility belongs to a long list of shadowy essentials
to which our culture pays lip service,
but to which we are mostly oblivious,
among them rest, sleep, silence, stillness, and solitude.
What I am describing is a certain vibrant emptiness,
what the Japanese call "ma."
Ma is found in the silences between words,
in the white space on a page,
in the tacit understanding between two close friends.
The Japanese school of Sumi painting says:
"If you depict a bird, give it space to fly."
That ease, that spaciousness, is ma.
~Christina McEwen
to which our culture pays lip service,
but to which we are mostly oblivious,
among them rest, sleep, silence, stillness, and solitude.
What I am describing is a certain vibrant emptiness,
what the Japanese call "ma."
Ma is found in the silences between words,
in the white space on a page,
in the tacit understanding between two close friends.
The Japanese school of Sumi painting says:
"If you depict a bird, give it space to fly."
That ease, that spaciousness, is ma.
~Christina McEwen
In the act of writing the poem, I am obedient, and submissive.
Insofar as one can, I put aside ego and vanity, and even intention.
I listen.
What I hear is almost a voice, almost a language.
It is a second ocean, rising, singing into one's ear, or deep inside the ears, whispering in the recesses where one is less oneself
than a part of some single indivisible community.
Blake spoke of taking dictation.
I am no Blake,
yet I know the nature of what he meant.
~Mary Oliver
Insofar as one can, I put aside ego and vanity, and even intention.
I listen.
What I hear is almost a voice, almost a language.
It is a second ocean, rising, singing into one's ear, or deep inside the ears, whispering in the recesses where one is less oneself
than a part of some single indivisible community.
Blake spoke of taking dictation.
I am no Blake,
yet I know the nature of what he meant.
~Mary Oliver
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
~Robert Frost
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
~Robert Frost
All quotes above in blue font from:
http://makebelieveboutique.com/2016/01/04/14422/
http://makebelieveboutique.com/2016/01/04/14422/
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