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Mosquito buzzing in the ear— What is it that she pleads you hear? Insistent, irritating wings – Bloodseeking high-pitched song she sings. Silent and tiny, whispering low – What else would her voice have you know? Listen beyond the source of things, To hear the voice that soundless sings! Her voice, insistent, whining low, Began its whispering long ago.
VISION today of a retreat center – have been considering "teaching humans to be good humans."
Thu, July 5, 2007 - 7:18 PM
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And vision today of a retreat center – again, in the mountains. How I could go just to be a part of that place; just to lend spirit and culture to the development of a more integrated, spiritual, reatreat-based center for people, for children, with plenty to do and many options for people to learn, to have massage workshops, to have natural building workshops, to engage in a new way of living. ... read more
—God in Mystery—
Sat, March 17, 2007 - 6:43 AM
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Deep in darkness I cry for light — cry for my fellow journeymen to take my heart — and smash it to pieces on the wrapped wings of rocks jutting from the mists beyond the pier. Why do we search? Because something tantalizing tastes blooming walking towards us as we inhale attempting possibility. Though my feet bleed, still I stand on salt as if on clouds: time whirling in my belly like a forgotten dragon. I am crying down there because I forgot my peop... read more
Today I've learned things.
Sun, October 29, 2006 - 3:27 PM
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A) Tony Robbins (Integral Naked interview, www.integralnaked.org) believes that all people are driven by six basic needs: – certainty, variety, significance, connection (getting and giving love), growth, contribution – and that typically, we are each driven primarily by *two* of these, while there is often a third which is situational. I'm finding myself very much in the "connection" and "growth" drives. D) Any emotion can be a driving fuel. Emoti... read more
In my dream there was a great wind. I slept in my cradle in the manger with a view to the shed attached to the Big House, a shed which shook and then lifted up in that hard fast vigorous wind, and while I saw it coming I did nothing— what could I do, when the white clapboard rickety attachment ot the Big House blew away. There was never a question of my safety, only a matter of watching the debacle. I stayed warm in my sleeping roll and fell back asleep for a while.
Mon, October 16, 2006 - 6:18 AM
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When I woke I went... read more
Like my heart
Sat, July 15, 2006 - 8:29 AM
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was being crushed in the PRESS i saw at the London wax museum. Like my fingers were in a PASTA machine and i, detached, watching them spread out for arms' lengths in front of my palm-down hand. Fascinated too much to know that this sort of pain leaves deep deep wounds in my fury-heart. And my fury still arises in my throat which cannot speak because of a binding spell that the power of twisted needful love has cast upon us. ... read more
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