Vases and Faces

Vases and Faces

Desperation

Desperation

A grasping

for a rope

some new connection

to renewed source..

Grasp and source

in our dimension

are restoring when

grasp is reach

source is reach

undeniable twins..

Grasp awakens

and finds that

source is grasping

in desperation

some new connection

to renewed grasp...

Intention

Intention

Yes to awaken

in our morning

when a morning

remembered occurs..

Recalling connection

part to Whole

and that pinnacle

where each of these

disguises the other..

Intention has bolstered

this ecstatic moment...

Creation or Discovery

Creation or Discovery

This quantum Question

we must ask

and in wrestling

our future may smile..

If in measuring

or simple observing

comes a collapse

rendering a scene..

Or did our scene

wait in hiding

for our discovery..

Or our looking

from above create

from below discover..

A middle eye

with wondrous vision

in simultaneity 

may reply yes

I know both...

Surfaces

Surfaces

These felt as

rising and falling 

in our breathing..

Seeming as 

an extra organ

an appendix lodged

in the lungs

but rising and

enveloping our

lives and pains..

Could this be

 direct experience

of that something

our sacred within...?

Between

Between

This our real home

not here or there..

Yet the world

is devoted to homes

with street addresses..

That modern sage

Morpheus

drops some advice

which may result

in dizziness 

 cognitive dissonance.. 

Still and all

his saving advice for

right here and now:

This world has

been pulled over

our eyes...

Morpheus in

The Matrix

Fractal Sacraments

Fractal Sacraments

Self-similarity

quietly speaks

in fractal visions..

A special sameness

with difference spices

appears and reappears

in spreading iteration..

If we then

become a pattern of 

sacred Sameness

observing out there

the dance of

Sameness and spice

we uncover

for our moment

a most hidden

Sacrament... 

Surgery

Surgery

New damage

new separation

and stitching 

awaits sealing

and new union..

Knife and fork

breaking bread

for inner rising

in new strength..

Surgery on high

removed a rib

Eve's attraction

urges re-joining..

A line reading

linear distortion

yearns for

whole in-sight..

Surgery creates

and stimulates a

New Day...

Eye and Ego

Eye and Ego

both of them

joined

these we are

Both very good..

we build houses

write letters

extend the race

and many other

miraculous moves

These joined thrive..

Yet we learn

ego is both

power and less

always in need

of a good Eye..

And we learn

of self-less light

a present grace

in that Eye..

Flip the Switch

STRETCH

February 17th, 2014

A new field of epigenetics is explaining the laws of cause and effect in never before imagined ways. Our DNA is not our destiny; our genetics are not hardwired like we have been taught. Our actions and our choices are actually written on our bodies, altering the way our DNA behaves and not just OURS, but often creating alterations that last generations. In fact, like a switch, they can be turned on and off depending on our environment and our experiences. Scientists and Journalists refer to the “on/off” gene switches as “tags” or “marks”. Imagine making a decision now that will be written into the code of your great grandchildren? It calls into question the whole element of time and postponed consequences, doesn’t it? Suddenly the idea that actions have far reaching consequences feels much more immediate – urgent even.

Monica Berg, "Flip the Switch"

The Pequod's horizon

The Pequod's horizon

The name chosen

for a tribe

annihilated..

This ship too

confronted the 

Whiteness

and found its own

Vortex of death..

Ishmael observed all

and learned of

the White Source

the Leviathan

that consciousness

which as One

bore enveloping good

with evil edge..

From his horizon

of rescue

of Love

he Observed

and did know

of creation's sorrow 

and blessed flow..

Call us Ishmael...

a Moby Dick

meditation...

Lectio Divina

Lectio Divina

A Benedictine

meditation..

The word imagined

alone is death..

The Divine imagined

alone is purity

unbearable light..

These the endings

we between..

This meditation

we are told

might engage

any words

or phrase

which we

Read

Ponder

Pray...

Polarity

in

Play...

Spontaneous Evolution

STRETCH

February 17th, 2014

MacKenzie Place

(Fillmore at Union)

4:00 to 6:00 PM

Bruce H. Lipton, Ph.D. is an internationally recognized cellular biologist who taught cell biology at the University of Wisconsin School of Medicine and later performed pioneering studies at Stanford University's School of Medicine. His breakthrough research on the cell membrane in 1977 made him a pioneer in the new science of epigenetics. He is author of The Biology of Belief and a sought after keynote speaker and workshop presenter, and has appeared on radio and television.

In this PILLAR program we will view and discuss this video..

Please forward as you wish..!

Suggestions of Silence

Suggestions of Silence

A lighthouse

on a stony shore

with a single wave
breaking and in

 white silence
standing alone..
The washed stones
depicted and lined
we now witness
silence is separation
negation is creation..
The lighthouse rises
 separation evolves.

An earthen tower
revolving its beams..
Flashes of painted light 
illumines black forks
branches of trees
we arrive home..
And peering above
there to see
 dim suggestions
of white symmetry..
Whiteness we see
silence becoming 
 single wave again... 


Painting is by
Britte Crawford,
"Setting Free
a Stolen Sunbeam"
displayed at
Broadmoor Community Church
Colorado Springs, Colorado

Inside flow

Inside flow

A most

delightful day

when our constricts
our restricting fences

are drawn inside

and dissolve

in merge with

liquid space..

This is life
experienced

with uplifting

days and hours..

Repeatings

strengthen inner

flow and channels..
Readier acceptance
lubricating

Welcome...

Unsayable

Unsayable

Things are not nearly so comprehensible and sayable as we are generally made to believe. Most experiences are unsayable; they come to fullness in a realm that words do not inhabit. And most unsayable of all are works of art, which —alongside our transient lives— mysteriously endure.

Paris, February 17, 1903

Letters to a Young Poet

Rainer Maria Rilke

Resemblance

Resemblance

Filtering sunlight

each of us

creates shadows

of resemblance..

In this way

an en-lightened

moment

finds most urgent

self expression..

Ahh..Expression

recorded with

 permanence

can gain followers..

The resemblance

is captured

and captured again..

It is then that

unseen danger meets

 unmoving souls..

Religions arise

science thrives

 patterns entrench..

Healing comes from

new beginnings

sighting of sunlight

with elation..

Discovering of filters

authoring forms

a moving artistry 

truly adorns...

Plant care

Plant care

With two water cans

she suddenly emerged 

from a backroom..

Watering lobby plants

in a medical place..

Broad-leafed

tall and green

thriving inside

 knowing not winter cold..

She brushed and clipped

at watchers she smiled..

Viewing each plant

with quick becoming

a glancing OK..

Arrived and departed

leaving trailing glow..

Plants whispered of

brushed love 

 grace-full care...

We

We

are creating..

A partner we

create

as our creation..

The partner speaks

in return and

we are renewed..

A conversation 

is born and

 after moments

it is unclear

who it was

that spoke first..

Doorways

Doorways

Fixedness 

It seems that way..

Imprisonment often

without a notion

of each thing

or thought

as entry

as new beginning..

A fractal gift

to imagine 

those becomings.. 

 nuanced differences

coming from

our creations

this moment

and the next..

So to remember

the many doorways

we stand before...

Buddha in Glory

Buddha in Glory

Center of all centers, core of cores,

almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet--

all this universe, to the furthest stars

all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.

Now you feel how nothing clings to you;

your vast shell reaches into endless space,

and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.

Illuminated in your infinite peace,

a billion stars go spinning through the night,

blazing high above your head.

But in you is the presence that

will be, when all the stars are dead. 

Rainer Maria Rilke

Catcher

Catcher

in the Rye

where much is

phony..

All the externals

those shells

postures and lies..

The darkness

covered life force..

Dialogue suffers

the desire lost

to honor difference

then to discover

 common elevation..

Phony inside

knows phony outside

as with good..

Perspective reigns

Shades inside

shade outside..

This is pain

perhaps birthpain

a new adam

with new

composition...

Re-reading Catcher

after many years..!  :)