The Forgotten One
We inhale and exhale twenty two thousand times a day but how many of these breaths do we notice? It is the tangible part of our very life force, the force that ignited our experience of experience at the instant of our entry into this world, and it is continuously taken for granted. But even a little attention to our breath can begin to nudge open the gates of perception and perfection known as gratitude. And yet from one moment to the next we face the challenge of distraction. We lose sight. We yield the still small voice to the loud mouth of one harnessing thought after another. The genie of intent hovers before us asking, “What is your wish, Master?” and most often we default to forgetting. But our breath remembers and re-members us. Click here to read the poem The Forgotten One, see the sculpture, and hear the song.
On the Lips of Dolphins
In this dimension we are immersed in waves in a sea of energies and at times we find ourselves swimming against the current. Especially during powerful undertows. I have found the key to escaping the power is to go with the power until I gain enough power to empower myself to direct it. Our minds are full of undertows, currents from the past that pull us under again and again. Habits of behavior and habits of perception. And habits contain power, power that we can utilize, once we learn to ‘take its energy.’ and shape it in a new way, a new direction. And it starts with our self-talk, the mirrors we choose and use for better or worse until… Click here to read the poem Babel and Babylon, see the sculpture, and hear the song.
Transcending Duality
“To see things only in the nature of atomic structures is to bind yourself to the third dimension“. Arguellos If all could be said and done,will the time-torn two in me be revealedto be healed and resealed into what I feel I once knew as love’s chosen one?Or must I simply trade one complicationfor another and another, a runner running on a run toward a wide horizonthat winks its eye and disappears like day-old sunas I near the vector where others sip a toxic nectar once and once again?Welcome to the great illusion,this house of mirrors where as soon as we realizethe truth of our intrusion,that it is not real even though it comes in colorsand babies and deaths and loving lovers, and that we peekonly at a distraction that obscures the directionof the way we seek,can we turn at last awayand move on to the next reflectiononce we reflect uponthe riddles in the reason that we entered so long ago.“What did we exactly come here to finally know?Revelation revealsHeaven’s hurricane stealsall the small things,except for our wings,away. Mt Shasta manzanita, mountain stone, metal, selenite.