Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
This is what saddens.
This is what saddens:
Being available, but unknown
Torn and unstiched;
Wondering if wandering away will message discontent,
Or worse yet, go unnoticed.
Posturing in all its egoic vulgarity
Seems all that is left
On windswept firmanents such as this.
The cycle is close to breaking
Joining
And starting again
Soulwood, counting the rings
Then recognizing the deification of ego and contracting
To a single point of light that ends and begins
Everything.
Being available, but unknown
Torn and unstiched;
Wondering if wandering away will message discontent,
Or worse yet, go unnoticed.
Posturing in all its egoic vulgarity
Seems all that is left
On windswept firmanents such as this.
The cycle is close to breaking
Joining
And starting again
Soulwood, counting the rings
Then recognizing the deification of ego and contracting
To a single point of light that ends and begins
Everything.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Not my space, man
You probably would have reacted differently, but therein is the mystery and the magic no?: Two bodyminds sharing 99.9% of the same DNA pattern reacting so differently to similar input.
That genome project, of course, is really only a part of *The* Genome project, where DNA is but one strand of the blueprint; intersubjective wool is another strand - prickly that one sometimes idn't it?; and Interior the final thread
Our locations would help put context around how we view things:
Mine - this columnrow extending 24 floors out into the mist-that-shrouds Grouse, and from there fading into a spiritual gradient into That which has always been.
Your columnrow starting in heart and lasering connections with those you love.
Mashup.
You are dancing and hopping from beam to beam; stopping at Places in particular, intersections of those that Matter Most, and during those stops the lines fade and YOU fade into that which you observe.
From below:
The Idbits tear into my calfs and the pain focusses me on your intersections.
From above:
My column row and yours are on the same grid, infinitegrid; and as I raise from below and lower from above,
Expansion
Until we meet in the place where there is no light and dark, no columnrows and grids, just two hearts watching the glory of the boundaries dissolving like a second skin.
And without the second there is only the first: but we are both first.
The Mystery deepens until we know the first as FIRST, Source, awareness, Terrible Beauty, Grace, and it becomes clear:
We could never have acted any differently, we could only ever be This being acted out and dissolving back into This.
Namaste Ipup.
That genome project, of course, is really only a part of *The* Genome project, where DNA is but one strand of the blueprint; intersubjective wool is another strand - prickly that one sometimes idn't it?; and Interior the final thread
Our locations would help put context around how we view things:
Mine - this columnrow extending 24 floors out into the mist-that-shrouds Grouse, and from there fading into a spiritual gradient into That which has always been.
Your columnrow starting in heart and lasering connections with those you love.
Mashup.
You are dancing and hopping from beam to beam; stopping at Places in particular, intersections of those that Matter Most, and during those stops the lines fade and YOU fade into that which you observe.
From below:
The Idbits tear into my calfs and the pain focusses me on your intersections.
From above:
My column row and yours are on the same grid, infinitegrid; and as I raise from below and lower from above,
Expansion
Until we meet in the place where there is no light and dark, no columnrows and grids, just two hearts watching the glory of the boundaries dissolving like a second skin.
And without the second there is only the first: but we are both first.
The Mystery deepens until we know the first as FIRST, Source, awareness, Terrible Beauty, Grace, and it becomes clear:
We could never have acted any differently, we could only ever be This being acted out and dissolving back into This.
Namaste Ipup.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Pshopped (actually used Gimp) Hoto Pic - I'm going to call it "HotoNova" or "Just add Hoto")
---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Jerry Mesner <shadechaser@gmail.com>
Date: Sat, Oct 17, 2009 at 11:09 AM
Subject: Pshopped (actually used Gimp) Hoto Pic - I'm going to call it "HotoNova" or "Just add Hoto")
To: Hoto <hoto-p@telus.net>, Hoto <shelley-p@telus.net>
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shadechaser@gmail.com
aka mezzy@shaw.ca
From: Jerry Mesner <shadechaser@gmail.com>
Date: Sat, Oct 17, 2009 at 11:09 AM
Subject: Pshopped (actually used Gimp) Hoto Pic - I'm going to call it "HotoNova" or "Just add Hoto")
To: Hoto <hoto-p@telus.net>, Hoto <shelley-p@telus.net>
--
shadechaser@gmail.com
aka mezzy@shaw.ca
--
shadechaser@gmail.com
aka mezzy@shaw.ca
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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