Soup of Life

Miso Soup

Simple and sumptuous

Simmering in a pot

whatever we have

is whatever we've got

so we bless it and cut it

and stick in the pot!

boil it and boil it

till it's boiling hot!

Soup is so simple

and yet

it's not

we might eat it every day

for years and years

because thats what it is

and it's what we've got

More Than Inside

From within
and to beyond
the song sings
her faces before me


interlaces liquid-states of mind
we find one another
in harmonious nests
of moment to moment;

only occasionally a few fall out



how we are is where we are
and when we go
we know to be and free ourselves from nothing more
than where we wander to


nothing to hold
but holding
and histories
haunting harmonic
patterns that form
my nervous systems

tyrannical mind flogging of supernatural study!

San Jiao channel of the Hand Shaoyang!

Beyond time and space I belong to the future and the past
and cast spells of time-wave in all directions
from now
until now
and for now
like walking in a forest of visions and vacant mind-spaces
to find circular havens for heavenly rising and earthly opening

it is me!
it is you!
what to be and how to do
but free to see and sore on through

ALOHA

The Blessed Gift of Water

Q. Water appears to be an important element this coming year. Can you speak about its properties?

Water is a most interesting element in that it has two transition points fairly close together that transform it into a solid and a gas. These transition points are edges and edges are collectors of power, both dangerous and productive. Water as a solid can tear apart almost anything and water as a gas can be terrifically powerful and dangerously explosive. Both can be greatly beneficial when harnessed for human use. When water is in its fluid form it can wear away almost anything but it will also go around its obstacles finding a way that is effortless and relentless. When one flows with water it is an excellent source of transportation both physically and metaphorically but woe to anyone trying to swim upstream or trying to hold onto something midstream but not moving with it. Water is a medium that when prayed into carries the frequency of prayer to wherever you intend it to go. This includes healing prayers, purification thoughts, and intentions for peace and love.

Water with sun is the alchemy of life and in full flood stage can be the bringer of death. To make the most of water this next year, think of its adaptive qualities, its flexibility when fluid, its ability to go through or around anything to get to its destination, and its ability to carry intent. Think of water as a friend, an ally, and a poderio, something that fills your body and helps you to live. Think of it as a spirit that is an expression of the Source, something deserving the utmost respect and proper treatment like an honored guest. When one approaches water this way they will never have to experience its negative effects nor be a victim of destructive flooding. You will always find fresh water to drink. Be a friend to water and it will always be your friend.

(copied from Shamanic Q&A of Jose and Lena Stevens of the Power Path)

Where the Sidewalk Bends

"... in the blood of man there is a tide, an old sea-current rather, that is somehow akin to the twilight, which brings him rumors of beauty from however far away, as driftwood is found at sea from islands not yet discovered: and this spring-tide of current that visits the blood of man comes from the fabulous quarter of his lineage, from the legendary, the old; it takes him out to the woodlands, out to the hills; he listens to ancient song."

- Lord Dunsany

from the beyond the beyond

just made a perfume and drank some roots

inhaling more
and seeing through
the semi-permeable membranes
of thought geometry

i am a mere human
with a clear soul
just tasting the days
and wasting the nights
on tired songs
or cold tea

there is no more than popping
and floating
of the sleep sounds

Honey-Hearted Holograms

Oh Mighty Technology Unsurpassed

From the Voices Yonder...

All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little hands are plied
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?

Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict 'to begin it'-
In gentler tone Secunda hopes
'There will be nonsense in it!' -
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than one minute.

Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast =
And half believe it true.

And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
'The rest next time -It is next time!'
The happy voices cry.

Thus grew the tale of Wonderland
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out -
and now the tale is done,
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.

Alice! a childish story take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined
In Memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's wither'd wreath of flowers
Plucked in far-off land

Rahamim :: matrix / womb

language can be beautiful...

rahamim;
the matrix mother womb we share,
living in the thin blood of the sky,
we sing and we laugh
and yet we live to die.
rahamim;
i am another you
living thru
and true
as human as I can be
so that I can see you
inside of me
and me inside of you;
an open heart
bleeds unity
and extends life.
rahamim;
matrices of mind,
matrices of blood,
matrices of mystery,
we are one of a kind
and yet blind
to the circles
all around us.
rahamim;
I am sharing your dream.

Peace.
Love as word
Love as action
Love as connection
Love as protection

Bless on
Bless thru
Bless you
and all you see as true

Happy New Year - Earth Cow!

bend the mind to find a kind of comfort in some relationship of signals

sounds

and symbols

spinning spiral lines forward

and backward we look

to walk on and through

to new vision

and vast collision of hearts;

the truth starts at 'yes'
and I confess my love is pouring out
without
effort
or fear
to clear the here of if and when


so begin with 'yes'
and ride it through