...a Whisper from Morning Writngs in Ocala, FL (February-April 2018)
(ABOVE (& UNTOUCHED) BY
RAGING RIVER OF CHAOTIC EGOIC DESTRUCTION)
NEVER INHALING THAT WHICH IS NOT REAL
TAO AKASHA CORE
ALONE WITH THE ALONE
BAUBO ORGASMIC BELLY LAUGHTER
but to taste the subtlest amongst them,
one must go beyond the physical appearance of creatures.
One must feel all the currents that emanate from them and which
– from the stones to the sun, from the trees to the stars –
weave the mysterious web of creation.
They talk among themselves and they speak to us as well,
and it is up to us to know how to connect with them,
how to use words to speak in harmony
with this universal language.
than to find a way to improve
our participation in the cosmic harmony.
The day we succeed,
we will no longer ask ourselves useless questions
about the existence of God or the meaning of life –
What more can we ask?
Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov
I do not understand my life…
That it sang for my fathers when
their tears covered up the sun.
The earth sings a song of praise.
Each time that I forget
How spring begins with winter
And death begins with birth.
When I am far from home,
I see my old friends.
I hear a robin’s song instead.
it is the mountain’s peace that I feel.
I remember the summer of my joy.
I breathe the day of my thanksgiving.
and that is what I see,
until I find a reflection of
what lies deep inside me.”
~Nancy Wood from Many Winters
is the internal faithful promise
for a proper future emergence,
as embryos, as children
or even as emerging adults in retreat
from the names that have caught us and imprisoned us,
often in ways where we have been
too easily seen and too easily named.
the immediate disclosure;
our thoughts, imaginings and longings
exposed to the light too much,
too early and too often,
our best qualities squeezed too soon
into a world already awash
with too easily articulated ideas
that oppress our sense of self
and our sense of others.
is almost always to begin with,
and does not want to be understood
by the part of our mind that mistakenly
thinks it knows what is happening.
to be known by the mind in ways that diminish its presence.
Hiding leaves life to itself,
to become more of itself.
for our emergence into the light of a proper human future.
the center spoke in
the sacred wheel of Life,
from Mother we emerge
and to her we shall
CORE VOID MOTHERS
THE MOTHER’S CORE
THE DEEPEST/HIGHEST DEPTHS
BEYOND EARTHLY MEASURE
SO IT IS