"The ability to observe yourself from a witness perspective and notice where you place your attention and how you choose what you'll focus on in a day is crucial to the art of conscious living." - R.M., Active Dreaming.

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a stop at STARBUCKS

this American crossroads

on a cold winter night..

 parallel people observed

their laptops and smartphones

 foci of isolated attention

connecting to elsewhere..

no central cheer

as might be conjured

in older places with

a warm central stove..

coffee art on the wall

seemed stagnant ignored..

youthful waiters serve up

Gold Coast Joe

Blonde Roast

to customers soon to

sit down and withdraw..

headlines in the NYT rack

reports political struggles

parallels of scale..

a barrenness..

these are parallel times...

Dialogue

is about WE..

promising new identity

for 2013..

WE brings peace as

Me serves conflict..

yet each Me serves

 unique Self identity..

we might then say:

Some fondly wish for

blessed peace with 

 Self well preserved..

then this Question:

is it possible

when becoming WE

Self becomes Great..?

simple mirror reflections

among WEs of a group

brightens uniqueness of

each member Self..

this consciousness leap

 a dialogue possibility

for 2013...

Human beings have an intuitive capacity and knowledge - what the romantic poets called sensibility - that somewhere at the center of life is something ineffably and unalterably right and good, and that this "rightness" can be discovered through artistic and spiritual explorations that have been honored by all the great perennial religious traditions.

- David Whyte
from "The Heart Aroused: Poetry & The Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America"
©1994 Doubleday/Currency

the Saga

Nature's many centers

in each found 

 Inception and Division

forming potent seeds..
from a tiny Symmetry 

living asymmetry shoots

proud differences reign 

sameness lies hidden..

until  a longing

grows to imperative

for return home..

this quite brief
creation Saga...

Quilt worthy

Those who quilt

have their secrets..

emerging patterns 

laced together..

an initiating flash

then flow of thread

filling the symmetry

with surprise..!

pained reluctance

those corrections..

finally uplifting joy..

 Those who quilt

then ask this question:
does the recipient
of this labored gift

resonate with even

one-tenth appreciation..?

 is she really
Quilt worthy...?

Mother Nature

Our many voyages

of desert and sea

the harshness observed..

smooth cushioned water

becomes raging storm..

a splitting violence

this external turbulence

kindles jolts of anger

 then fear and supplication..

finally the Question..

 tumult and danger

seem forceful prompts

suggesting surrender to

veils of indifference..
yet some find now

new possibility arising 

to trace one's journey:

 jagged roaring storm

stimulates and brightens

fading light within..

in these extremes

depths awaken heights

new sisterhood appears..

in one's journey log

a backward look

records hidden leaps

of courage and faith..

real awareness

of one's precarious 

life String... 

see Stephen Crane

"The Open Boat"

Near-Death-Experience

a morning conversation

with surprising anecdotes

of unique explorations..

reported confrontations

by science practitioners'

sudden dates with death..

now authoring testimonies 

of their dimensional truth..

much comfort growing

from  ample recordings of

bright tunnel experience..

let us now inquire

are these flashing NDE's

consciousness leaps..?

might they point

to death's vital role.. 

at last finding 

real self-awareness..

life in this moment..?

asking then..
is not each breath
our moment experience
of near death...?

See Dr. Eban Alexander
Proof of Heaven

gun control

law and imagination
these are partners
within and among..
our written constitution
imagined long ago
from a dialogue crucible..
a written formula
compressed and contained
oral argument struggles..
this body fractures
without dialogue's 
renewing blood flow..
in history's initiation
shifting power slides
in that early time
 betwixt edges and center..
our constitution lives
runs and returns 
within each citizen's
imagination...

James Madison
The Federalist Papers
#39

Walking dogs

many are those

walking their dogs

fixing clinging chores

upon morning rising..

favoring this path 

for cleansing of soul

early preparing for

post noontime creation..

many others find

clarity and vigor

with gifted sleep

 leashes are pegged

creation stands first

 filling those hours 

ere afternoon dawns..

perhaps those dogs

hold a secret

our increase to learn:

those different paths

uniquely nourishing  

 really are one...

Projecting

each of us

in those sometimes

seem as projectors..

not unlike those

old movie projectors

filtering the light

telling the stories

moldings on screen..

in our sometimes

we depart our

many contradictions

fly to a widening

vantage in stillness

surveying the multiples

and traumas below..

our own light

projects and selects

finding stories in

 swirls most complex..

we might wish 

to declare:

we are creator

of the story we 

now see...

“You exist in time, but you belong to eternity. You are a penetration of eternity into the world of time. You are deathless, living in a body of death. Your consciousness knows no death, no birth, it is only your body that is born and dies, but you are not aware of your consciousness. You are not conscious of your Consciousness, and that is the whole art of Meditation; becoming conscious of Consciousness itself.” Osho   (Sacred Geometry)

101

priorities

seeing our chunks

of time Whole..

when frustrations

and mistakes

cry out for

sole recognition..

then is time

to encase these

irritating formations

in expanding wrap..

morning quiet stopping

sitting with dark

looking inward now

finding these nettles 

lodged softly inside..

might we then

stand and walk

..free...?

Creation dialogue

the controversy swirls

 creation opposes evolution..

does new dialogue suggest

new truth in sight..?

those creation days with

 evolution eons backdrop

seem as quantum jumps..

yet within those days

 find sequential building..

an evolutionary microcosm

in our genesis..?

then in evolution's depth

some leaps appear

fossil record blanks..

 quantum microcosms

in darwinian time..?

perhaps a middle gestalt

 quantum evolution..?

third eye discovering 

new Light...?

for Charles Darwin's 
birthday
February 12, 2013

Darwin's Eye Quote

"To suppose that the eye with all its inimitable contrivances for adjusting the focus to different distances, for admitting different amounts of light, and for the correction of Spherical and chromatic aberration, could have been formed by natural selection, seems, I freely confess, absurd in the highest degree. When it was first said that the sun stood still and the world turned round, the common sense of mankind declared the doctrine false; but the old saying of Vox populi, vox Dei ["the voice of the people = the voice of God "], as every philosopher knows, cannot be trusted in science. Reason tells me, that if numerous gradations from a simple and imperfect eye to one complex and perfect can be shown to exist, each grade being useful to its possessor, as is certain the case; if further, the eye ever varies and the variations be inherited, as is likewise certainly the case; and if such variations should be useful to any animal under changing conditions of life, then the difficulty of believing that a perfect and complex eye could be formed by natural selection, should not be considered as subversive of the theory."
---Charles Darwin

Consciousness pursuit

the meaning
confounding sometimes..

it seems this morning
 a simple awareness of 

double dimensions..
 one named I

 the other Me..Me often 
poses as one's full name:

architect plumber wife
parent teacher homeless

these titles and more..

our rising and retiring
religions and science

joys and pain..

these names we know

yes 3rd dimension..

consciousness gently 

steps in and asks 

is there more to Me..?

the question pauses
waits for reply

often then departs

finding 3D living

quite enough for now..

yet the question persists

returning most often as

 these names we know

seem empty and stale..

perhaps this time

something new

 non-local 

yes 4th dimension..

consciousness

not satisfied

still more to do..

the task pursuit

must now make sure 

both dimensions 

endure..

 3D found as edging

yes this new Shore...



The eye with which 
I see God is the same eye
with which God sees me. 
--Meister Eckhart 

Softly walking

with swift stealth

soft paws lightly

pressing small cubits

of grass and space..

a feline presence

 suggesting easy 

 sinking of her weight

 then recovery..

a moving indentation

in my inner
enclosing Field...

Journaling

who journals

out there..?

we know the priority

each new day

is a gathering of

those wrinkles and sticks

and seeing each whole
relating as they do
now to each other..
and then they reach
to something larger
new until now
unseen
until journaling entry
this moment...

Daybreak

to the light

we are the names..

may we find

awareness today of

 each special name..

inception and art

in higher flow

may we soon 

know here below..

we wait for

morning light

and long to return

without further delay..

this new reality

two in one
one in two

each glorious day....

Shapeshifting

 transformations

sometimes seen as

 magical events..

but let's track

a northward unity

and southward split..
one becomes three
and three one..

constant motion

these sensational trips
pulsations

found in 
the heart of

cosmos and cell...

holding in Tension

So much heartbreak

with strained attention 

outside..

what's out there

strikes cords within..

some cords long ago

entrained

with out there..

perhaps an antidote

when we expect

contradiction out there

humility with half-truths

halves in communion

beauty between..

holding in Tension..

power and joy 

within...

Black and White

it is said
are the measures
gradations of fib..
more white more truth
more black is worse..
with such entangling
where is found
purest lies and truth..?
then further
does truth birth lies
and lies the truth..?

are such words
to each
a mirror...?

light attachment

For our children..

our creations

need an empty space

that they alone might grow..

our light then

must be withdrawn

Yet also remain..

this paradox of light

and of Life...

for Mae

I prefer NOT

My work yesterday

I pursued with fire..

 dead letters burned

letters with news

for countless intended

recipients Unknown..

news shadowed or light

these notifications of

paths NOT taken

met their end by

my flaming torch..

My role as destroyer

carried my reverie

ignited a wish 

a blessing and curse 

to finally know NOT..

My work today
new letters appear..
copying not burning
yet sorrows abide in 
 slow repetitive death..
I must rise
 stand tall
Find face and soul
in that wall..
I must proclaim
I prefer NOT..
PREFER 
this delicious word..
 freedom's choice
 tasted with short
 bursts of joy..

Facing my wall
searching for NOT
into emptiness flowed
a bright wholeness
of  letters and light..
but a price to be paid
for other's disdain
they are forgiven for
 not knowing NOT..
NOT holds those
 letters I've known..
Ah humanity...

Based on Herman Melville's
short story, "Bartleby
the Scrivener"