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Sunday, November 20, 2005

Turns

clever girl in a small town
bright mind and gentle heart
just wanting to live in love
feeling unlovable
feeling alone
feeling afraid

that's just how it was
that's just how it is
how the wheel turns

clever daughter in a small home
all alone in a big room
in the big house
that wasn't always a home
love was there
but wasn't seen
wasn't felt
somehow

that's just how it was
that's just how it is
how the wheel turns

clever mother with a gentle heart
trying her best to be a good mom
and be happy
and helpful
and good
trying to love herself
to teach her
clever daughter
that's she's worth it

that's just how it was
that's just how it is
how love turns

NanoKey--catching up on posts

When something bothers you, you generally want to make it stop.
Advancement means getting better, improving, moving forward. We all move
forward in linear time no matter that time's a spiral of continual
movement. Time is energy. The changing from that to this which you can
never narrow down in any dimension no more that you can isolate a
thought--the continual IS.

Choose our reality? Just be it. Cause it is what it is.

My reality incorporates infinite separate but connected beings. I feel a
great need to serve a higher purpose. I always have. When I feel like I'm
failing at that, I sink into shame and despair--or do I fail when I
sink? When I feel it, I am it and serve my destiny on a the crest of the
wave instead of drowning in it. Tornadoes, tsunamis, and volcanoes always
fascinated me as embodiments of nature's balancing force. The great
balance shifts as it always has and always will.

In the middle of life's teeter totter is where we too often forget to look
or recognize the blending and surpassing of all into something more. Love.
God. All. Something more than the sum of the infinite parts is love, and
that make it the divine. It's a feeling and a being and an experience that
anchors (yet the anchor comes along for the ride, ever following, always
there, connecting, being felt, being known.) Those that do not know love
are the most damaged. Love is reassurance.

We are all babes fresh from the womb of god. We all get scared of being
disconnected in life or in death. Love is the ultimate connection. It
offers peace in self and in life, assurance of continuity, pure joy and
bliss and hope--true unconditional love is there as a constant. It is the
source of the greatest magics and goals; prophets and hero.

Love is real.

A few days ago, I read some of my writing to my husband and the kids were
listening more than I thought they would. As a result, they heard my
mention of seeing a shadow figure of a man wearing a fedora when I was
quite young. My 5-year-old son, Heimdall, wanted me to go to the bathroom with him because he was scared of the shadow man. Heimdall bore a wooden staff--green, silver-tipped--that he called his sword. He gave it to me to fight the shadow man.

At first I insisted that it was likely just a trick of my imagination,
that it was just the way the shadows looked through my eyes combined with
my thoughts.

Such an explanation works well for Amber Moon who is now 7. She plans to
be a bug scientist when she grows up. She knows and cares for nature, and
is fabulously creative. She is kind, and is a great runner. We took her to
a Mik Maq Elder when she was a baby to find her spirit name: Rainbow Wind
is her spirit name now, and she will be Walks in Beauty when she reaches
her Moon Time. The evening after we found out I was pregnant with her,
Shane was outside gazing at the full moon and thanking the Goddess. As he
did so, a falling star shot past the moon, splitting in two half way past. Her other middle names are Laura and Marie--the inherited middle names of
her grandmothers. Amber, the fossilized tree resin, is sacred to both
Shane and I; and in many ways represents our loving union.

Heimdall is 5 and is amazing at video games like Spyro that involve great
hand-eye coordination. He's reknowned for his easy-going nature, wise
observations, and contagious laughter. He was named after a God and pretty
much knows he is one. He responds well to honourable compromise. He was
named after the guardian of the Bifrost (Rainbow) Bridge leading to the
home of the Norse Gods. His other middle names are Roderick, inherited
from his grandfather on Shane's side; and Eagle, because of all the wondrous eagle sightings during my pregnancy with him. I saw an eagle at the lake for the first and only time. He was on a rock hunting for fish. I had been meditating on my son's name(s) to be. I said to the eagle, alright, I get the hint. We'll row out. If you leave us a feather, we'll put "Eagle" in our son's name. So we rowed out, and there was a cute little feather floating right beside the rock.

I did a candle ritual with my sacred egg stone to call in both of their spirits before their conceptions. They are both clever and charismatic and beautiful and sensitive.

As to the shadow man, we ended up playing with him. I used the staff to
have a gentle play duel with him, and then invited him to sit down and
drink tea. Amber brought me a glass of tea she made with cold water and
catnip.

Then I spotted two envelopes on the floor. I had used them in a sculptural collage piece sometime in the past year or so: I glued photos up the sides of a wooden cd stand--images of the past and of creations arranged in a totempole-like pattern. Included were photos of my artwork (some abstract paintings, a collage of natural treasures both gifted and found), and one of Mary Walsh (famous Canadian comic) and I (we were doing an Oxfam Make Trade Fair event where we sold cups of coffee for two cents because that's all the farmers get for it!). On the other side, the pictures are of of natures wonders, most of them images frozen in times a decade or two past--a fawn lying curled up in tall green grass with his mother in the background at the Upper Clements Wildlife Park; pink and white water lillies on green pads floating on ripples of light on indigo water taken at the Annapolis Royal Historic Gardens when I was little.

On top of this contemporary totempole/cd-rack, I placed stones and small sentimental treasures. Instead of cd's, the racks held envelopes with their tongues out with messages scribbled on them. I found these two envelopes, now separated from the cd rack, on the floor this evening:

"My firewall opposite
My waterfall connected by
infinite detail"

"Just call me Will,
Cause if we will
we do.
'She-Willy-Doo'"

"Imagery to access the subconcious"
not sure if that's a direct quote
or paraphrase from those builders...

Exactly what I've been talking about--more direct and holistic communication from and between the divine voices of our subconscious withins--the intuituion that rides the waves of will into inspirational destinies. Marriage within (our brains, our hearts, our souls, our bodies) of the two and the two of the two and so on for a period of Infinity plus One. Our entire body is a coupling of couplings, pairs of pairs boiling down to the double helix. Interconnected pairs seeking to ever become more unified by growing more efficient means of communication on all levels of existence from the core of our DNA make-up and the atomic universe within, to the limit as it goes to the infinite reaches of space.

Love,
me

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Love
me

How many times must it be said?
As many as it is asked.
The lesson would not be without the catalyst.

Writing in a state of no-mind is a funny challenge---much like the
aforementioned Sisyphus and his rock.
But if he ever reached the top, and the rock stopped rolling, what would
he do then? Would he get bored? Maybe he could keep it at the to, but not
without staying there holding it. Letting it roll back down helps keeping
it interesting. Maybe the gods just wanted to keep him busy to keep him
out of their hair. Of course, in the process of pushing the boulder up the
hill so much, Sisyphus must achieve unimaginable strength of body and
mind.

Sisyphus reminds me a bit of Loki in his chains.

The process changes you as does all in this ever-shifting reality.

My son has a flashlight which is his sword--he's a hero. My daughter has
created a full costume--including tall pointy hat--with tape and newspapers. She's a magical animal queen in the forest. The family is going out now to fetch rats for our hungry snake, and I get to stay home and write!

I was just explaining to Shane how much I'd like for him to be supportive
and avoid applying pressure or guilt trips when he wants me to be with him
and the kids and I want to get my writing done--I crave alone time to concentrate for a few hours on my wonderful rock. By Saturday each week, I'm starved for it, and Shane often works weekends. I explained to him that his loving support for my writing would result in my gratitude knowing no bounds--and he's been craving some gratitude lately...

symbols
holistic emotional brain
untied with
linear reasoning brain
feelingunited with
thought

Gandhi said somthing about how peace is when what you think, feel, do, and say are in harmony.

Silhouetted bythe luminous moon,
Artemis calls
to the mother wolf

Into Temperance I leap
to dance in the steam
of the fire and ice
harmonizing...

To rest
on destiny's
bridge

Neuronic spiders
weaving beautiful webs
of light
to catch and feed on
inspiration
to grow and build
grand neuro-symphonies

love counters
contains
fuels
desire
eternal learning

Chrismas Angel
Flying through solstice
delivering
baby suns
into stockings
hung from the World Tree

life unfolding
in the moment past
despair
as the sacrifice forms
new revelations
always there

shapes emerge from life's mist
amidst shadows and light unending
always condensing until
it bursts into brightness
to be shared
to birth
new light
before receding
and condensing,
coalescing
once more

sphere of creation
coiling up
one itself
ever united with itself
inside the center
of being
one
as
all
with
all
submersed,
emersed
in all

ritual
baptism
reinforcing
the union
with mother ocean
as metaphor
for all life

I no longer see the darkness in this moment

now to move
now to go
now to stop
now to rest
now to move
now to go
now to stop
now to rest
now to move
now to go
now to stop
now to rest

binary code
beats rythmic
patterns
like beads
on a bracelet

life combines
om minus
sounding ominus

moin
is negative
or less
en francais
om
is
nothing

association
travel along the path of words
and wander
on syllabic paws
to the place
inside

logical
conclusions
as
ideological logic
or logical ideals...?

interstellar travel
on the path of
words
sacred words
sacred symbols
sacred keys
to our growth

assymetric
or just a helping hand
a comfort
like a memory
made real
we keep the memory alive
and it becomes real
in the way we need
to learn
and grow
and continue

conjoined faith
22 major arcana
how many chromosome pairs are there?
wouldn't it be fun
to try and match the pairs
with the major arcana?
more detailed reflective possibility
there are 23 pairs
22 plus the gender pair
interesting pair:

"Only men carry a Y chromosome. Females have two X chromosomes, whereas males have one X and one Y. And, unlike the 22 pairs of non-sex chromosomes each human has, there is almost no opportunity for the Y chromosome to swap or share its DNA with another chromosome. So all the information in a man's Y chromosome is passed to his son -- and every man's Y chromosome carries a virtual pedigree of his male family history." http://newservice.stanford.edu/news/2000/november8/chromosome-1108.html

Excellent article--lots of good stuff on the history of human migration as
told by our DNA.

The Foolish Man
knowing nothing
stands at the beginning
zero
the nothing state
gateway to the divine
infinite potential

The Magician
power
to bring truth
and beauty
into being
loving light
shines from his wand
dispelling shadowy illusions

The High Priestess
sits with harp
and horned
ceremonial
helm...

Shane and I were just chatting about the Jewish Diaspora and the bloodline of Christ. He was telling me about the the role of the Knights Templar in protecting the bloodline--he learned of them through learning Gnosticism and the history of the Cathars in France and Spain. (One of my favorite intros into historical Jesus from the line of King David was "Jesus and the Riddle of the Dead Sea Scrolls.")

Who is the Empress?
(number three)
Phoenix rising
from lotus flames
of life
just and wise
experience and love
allow the feminine divine
to light the way
she is the sacredmother
nature's throne
whose authority
rises to balance
inspiration
with
guidance

Be the Emperess
of the healing circle
of life
of light
Be the holy mother

Princess of Wands
Queen of Pentacles
Incarnations

Knight of Wands
hero
Lord of Flame and Lightening
astride a horse
a burning staff

And what is the Empire?
the empire is the in power
of love and light
and infinite potential
within the universe
that is you
within the universe

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Infinite Haiku--NaNoo NaNoo

I copied and pasted this conversation this evening from "Kingdom of Loathing" Haiku chat channel (I'm RigOfMortIAm2):

RigOrMortIAm2:
mass is energy
when all matter is nothing
what matters is love

Aequeus:
I hate to differ...
but when all matter is naught...
Absolute zero

RigOrMortIAm2:
infinite circle
is zero really nothing?
then what is nothing?

babydufus:
absolute zero?
celcius, fahrenheight
it makes a difference

Vatel:
nothing is nothing
ev'rything is ev'rything
perfectly zero.

Limb77:
Questioning nothing?
Here's a pay stub from my job
Check the line marked "net."

Aequeus:
It is not numbered.
Zero is all relative.
Your zero is yours.

RigOrMortIAm2:
energy equals mass
times a constant times itself
let love be constant

Aequeus:
A derivative?
NO! I escaped calculus!
I will not return.

madcowchef:
fading autumn day
the chill fall night waits at bay
bared by golden rays

RigOrMortIAm2:
varied perspectives
calculus and small paycheques
all is relative

Aequeus:
At least you have fall.
Ohio jumped from spring to
some wintery hell.

RigOrMortIAm2:
wispy cloud faces
distorted as they drift by
indigo night sky

Aequeus:
Snow covers the leaves.
It happened too fast for me.
I've lost sense of time.

madcowchef:
Winter's breath on air
the night chills growing deeper
white kings soon will reign

RigOrMortIAm2:
time ever slips away
never an instant to catch
only waves to ride

madcowchef:
sad through the hour glass
never to be flipped again
the moments are lost

Mxylptlk:
yesterday I was
yet today, I am not. why?
Where could I have gone?

RigOrMortIAm2:
all moments are one
infinite cosmic motion
we're one and many

Sunday, November 13, 2005

NaNoKey19--Renewal

writing is a never ending quest for flow and epiphany
spring beckons as winter's chill sets in
and movement becomes more conservative
but with spring of light comes
new energy in inspiration
through love's photonic life

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clouds over bridges on another day
in another place
rain falling
music calling
moving down the road...

understand
talk to my hand
walk, talk, and dance
as kids eternal

anticipation mounts
through rolling pastures
and fields of grain
cutting the valley
into God's Go board

reunion
love and duty calls
amidst sweet country air
carrying memories of
seasons past

won't you come play with me?
theif of my heart
playmate and friend?
imagination is a divine gift
let's pretend!

"as real as our imagination...
close your eyes...
you can be most anywhere
when your imagination takes you there..."
(quote from Barney's Great Adventure)

sweet
heart
beat

tasty tasty chicken
and rice
and beets
as one
become one with the food
taking it's life
into your own
sacrificing its life
into your own

wishing on stars
to do things
that have never been
done before

egg of light
egg of life
egg of cosmic
renewal

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NaNoKey9

Addiction
Lust
Apathy
Gluttony
A LAG
in time,
in mind,
a fog
distortion
of desire
passion
creation
beauty
love's inferno
love's infernal
inspiration
love is an opening
as death is a closing

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Beet Pink Chicken
my latest creation
sweet and sour sauce,
a can of beets,
garlic powder,
basil,
frozen mixed veggies,
onion,
and 8 full chicken legs
baked together
well-basting
pink chicken
aesthetically pleasing
smells sensational,
morallyI wonder
about the chickens

then I defrost
two dead baby rats
by holding them
beneath hot running water
to feed to our pet snake

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artist
mother
hippy
mystic
author
poet

happy things
but they are just masks
of given moments
and every label
has a front side
and a back side...
when all are one
dissolve into one
and leave the ego illusion
and all is
and all will be
as it has been and ever shall be
as shells be
spiralling outward with growth
inward with history

*********

there comes a time
when kids have to start
cleaning up their
own messes

love as parent
hovers in the background
with anxiously
good intention

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Where to go now,
in my oft discouraging journey?
I always thought I was capable of more than this.
I can do better! I can be better! Why do I tire so easily? Does that become
self-explanatory?

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222, the number of the least
it takes two
after all
in the fall
and 3 of them
make a third
of the beast
upside-down
like the hanged man
destiny of the fool?
Loki the fool,
9 realms to rule
in an illusion
of authority

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NaNoKey18

Time to visit dragons
brilliant scales shining bright
to light the way through
coming night
with glowing eyes
and great talons
they capture and hold
great pearls
filled with wisdom...

Winter's breath
freezes into clouds
of cold dreamlike mist
burned away with
green dragon fire
which warms
with growing tendrils
of flaming light

Dragon, Dragon burning bright*
light our way through foggy nights
let love's light burn away the frights
and divine in spirit i on lights...

"ref; "Tyger, Tyger" by was it Robert Frost?

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"Howdy Loki," I said offering him a drag off my joint. We sat on the grass in the shade of a giant tree on the top off a hill gazing at distant blue mountains on a bright sunny day.

"Don't mind if I do, young 'un," said the beautiful man, lithe with silken waves of blond hair lightly teasing his shoulders. He appeared physically to be in his early twenties, but had an ageless aura--particularly in his big magical eyes where patterns wove into infinite spiral patterns in a chaotic pooling--like a three-dimensional liquid globe of Mendlsbrot's Equation in it's crazy swirly paisley radiance of fractalled colour.

"Mendlebrot's Equation is where aesthetics, mysticality, and pure physical sceintific math meet in harmonious union. It swirls infinitely outward and inward in beautiful spiraling, snowflake like pattern of fractals. A similar case for me emotionally is the double helix of DNA--a ladder to knowledge past present and future, a key; and in the spiralling majesty of the galaxies of inner and outer space."

"Who are you speaking to?" asked Loki.

"Whoever wants to listen," I said.

"Way to call the Zen," laughed Loki, handing me back the joint.

"Mendlebrot's Equation, (is that the proper word for it?), remind's me of the pattern in Roger Zelazney's Amber novels. In this series, the primary reality is the world of Amber, and all other realities (of which there are an infinite variety) are considered shadows of Amber. The royal bloodline of Amber are all able to shift realities at will. They initially awaken this inherited ability by a dangerous journey through a pattern set down by the first of their line."

"Wouldn't it be more fun to walk the pattern than to just talk about it?" he asked, catching my eyes in his.

I felt the tingle and grinned; "I suppose it would. Where to go first?"

"You were mentioning the realm of the Egyptian Gods before." His eyes twinkled.

"True. You just want to meet Isis, don't you?" I teased.

"Isn't that what you want to do?" He said innocently.

"Not for the reason you might, though." I laughed.

"There are many layers to the onion, as you like to say," He stuck out that long tongue of his.

"Put that thing away, you bad boy!" I scolded playfully.

Loki laughed gleefully and jumped up to the tree above to swing on a branch. He swung up to crouch on a branch before leaping to a higher limb, chittering like a monkey.

I stood up and let my great feathered wings unfold. I don't usually bother with wings when I fly, but I was enjoying the stretch in my back--kind of uplifting, really.

Loki plopped down beside me, a golden apple in his hand.

"Going angelic are we?" he asked as Black and red shimmering dragon wings unfolded from his back. His pointy ears grew, his eyes shimmered red, and he smiled wide to reveal fangs.

I laughed, shook my head, and stuck out my now extra-long tongue.

Loki laugh joyfully and 3 demon horns popped up on his head. He still looked pretty cute, though. His legs became furred with cloven hooves, the wings disappeared, and suddenly he was Loki the dancing satyr complete with pan pipes. I laughed and clapped my hands and began to dance with him, garbed in a flowing white robe with my white downy wings. The sounds of lute and drum mingled with the pipes in an celtic-like frolic.

As the tune fades to conclusion, I am holding the apple, staring into the golden light of its being, into it molecular structure, into the double helix of its DNA. I see the photons spiralling off the shining surface and let myself spin with them into the past on a spiral ladder.

I open my eyes and I am dancing to hypnotic vibrations of the snake charmer's pipe. I dance with two snakes, ane they coil slowing upward in their magical dance.

"You had forgotten this aspect of me, my daughter," said Isis in her deep fragrantly accented voice, as she entered into my awareness. I continued to relax into the spiral dance. "I am knowledge of nature for nature is what is--I am magic because the knowledge brings magic. And I'm mother for I protect that which I love, and you are my daughter as are all my children as all are one." A tear slipped down her cheek as she touched my cheek. Her fingers gently slid to my chin and she lifted my face to look into her eyes: Brown and gold, earth and light, and from them the early life to evolve into who we are--that is magic and a knowledge that is with us on many levels.

Suddenly I'm no longer with the snakes but am spinning away. Isis reaches out from the light beyond the darkness, and is gone.

I sit back down under the tree. Loki sits beside me and hands me back the joint.

"Never quite goes as planned, huh?"

"But isn't that the fun of it?"

I stretch out to look at the sky, and blending little bits of clour into the clouds, swirling it about
with my finger. I reach over to pet Tyger who is purring happily as she munch the now catnip-scented grass.

My belly grumbled hungrily. "Oh bother," I thought.

"You could always eat the apple," Loki said offering it to me.

"Somehow I don't think that could fill me up. Now, a fairly-trade organic chocolate apple,
mmmmmmm; or, actually I do have RL apples in the fridge. My kids picked them in the valley. I think I'll go get one."

Loki lay back down, chuckling; and my big stoned kitty giggled and rolled down the hill.

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"Om Mata Kali, Om Mata Durga, Kali, Durga, Om Namaste," I chanted/sang with my eyes closed.

Into the blackness I fallInto the nothing from which lightis born and dies and is rebornin new patterns from the oldInto the everything, forever beyond,forever one.

I am grateful to W!zard for reflecting back to me that which now reminds me: "When nothing matters, all that matters is love."

It all boils down to the same cosmic goop. Mystics of all religions say basically the same stuff.** All is one is all; peace, love, unity...and practical living tips like love, accept, and forgive others, don't judge or kill or lie or steal; be nice to people--you know all those wacky revolutionary nut-bar ideas. It's common sense to get along--working collective is much more effective. Collaboration, cooperation--it's social evolution--go check out behaviour stuff on monkies! Of course, anyone that's reading this is probably of like mind, so I guess it's just directed at my inner demonized version of certain political/socio/"religio"-orientations (okay, I'm referring to the current American administration)--I do try to be open-minded and non-judgemental. I just don't like it when people are mean to each other. It pisses me off--I get a little uppity about bullies. In every bible they thump are wise words attributed to Jesus and friends (words similar in nature to smart living tips in most religions/philosophies), saying stuff like "Thou shalt not kill," "Judge not least ye shall be judged," "Love thy neighbour," and stuff about forgiveness and tolerance. *sigh*

I get a bit frustrated. It just doesn't make sense. Yet it does. Because people learn what they are taught...but the good news is, there's always hope as we never stop learning. By being nice to others, they learn the joys and rewards of kindness. Thus, we must love our "enemies," remembering to put ourselves in their place (use our empathy), forgive them and reach out with loving kindness. Individuals learn love and acceptance from each other. Be at peace, and you promote peace. Be love, and you promote love. Follow your intention.

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(note to self: fix tenses--ya keep jumping from past to present tenses--guess it happens when I'm in the moment or remembering :-P)*reference**ref. Teaching of the Mystics and out from there for quotes!!!)

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Power is a drug, an addiction...
Destroying outward
destroys one's soul.
through empathy I see me in them
and so see my undoing
in addictive behaviours
and how destroying inward
can destroy outward
in the way loving outward
amplifies well-being
healing
wellness

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I feel shame and self-doubt
consuming me
from the inside out
fueling the actions
that fuel the feelings
in a vicious cycle
I hunger for release
from the fear and pain
I cling to rays of light
shining from the flashlights
of my kind friends

Addiction to sloth
and avoidance?
The mess,
the grass...
(without having ever meant to in the beginning,
my spirit name has taken on sinister undertones...
it really began with grass and the singing grasshoppers...
it was innocent in that moment...
innocence become irony)
both leave me a quivering heap
of shame

when I'm not avoiding the whole thing...

what the hell am I teaching my children???!!!

mother failings cut down deep with their truth

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"Inner Demons are behaviour patterns developed from a combination of inerited tendencies and learned defense mechanisms."

"Balanced objectivist viewpoints are comforting, grounding, aren't they?"

"Understand your enemy."

"Enemy suggests other, and we are all one. We reflect each other--empathy is key."

"Empathy for self--but what if empathy becomes an enablement for said Inner Demons?"

"That's where the balance comes in..."

"Knowing and doing become separated when one is overwhelmed with emotions--this is why
knowledge must find a sureness devoid of emotions and meet with will to take charge of the situation."

"Oh, bother."

"Hard to do when you're lazy--when it's working, I don't care so much (Inner Demon: Apathy);
when it's not working, I feel so weak and helpless..."

"Love is realizing and doing what's best for one's self regardless."

The Web weaves...

(Which is Loki, which is me--all is one is all--be one with God/dess.)

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metaphorical
spasms of truth and questions
separations join

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One can not love a person
for their actions alone
or for their lack there of...
Love is not about what you do
or do not...
Love is unconditional
and infinite...
It is a magical state of being...
But it is a highly sensitive one
which opens doors
to rooms of mirrors
and one must learn
kindness for self
as kindness to others...
how you want others to treat you
is how you must also treat yourself...

Why is this so challenging?
To love yourself despite the flaws,
the mistakes,
the fallicies...
What of the enablement question?

Loving is not enabling
it is supporting through ups and downs
and trying your best
to help in the best way
you know how...

Love is organic
Love is life
Love is one

Friday, November 11, 2005

NaNo Key17--BegINning Again With Rememberance

Black begins its dance
turning in on itself
shifting, coiling, weaving
invisible webs of blackness on blackness
catching and absorbing
photonic prey a little girl beckons
she stands on a rock
in the shallow water
by the shore
of the shining lake she has a secret, come, she beckons,
I have something to share with you...
cupped in one hand
an orb of rainbow light
begins to unfold
within itself with graceful laughter
and gleeful energy
she release the orb
into all that is streams of rainbow light
sparkling, flowing, intermingling
flow out across the waters
out upon the breezes
dancing through the leaves
tickling my skin I reach into the streams
and with a fingertip
I pull the patterns into playful arcs
the patterns build
the beauty infinite
the play everlasting
I fly upa
nd use my entire body
my entire being
to dance the flowof loving beauty
for all to share

hear the drums,
smell the cedar and sage,
go forth boldly where noone but you has ever gone before

excitement breaches like a a hungry whale
anticipating the moment of thought superceded
and into the void I shall journey to share my adventures
of discovery
of self
as metaphor for all

*********
I gazed at the long wooden building embedded in the dark mists beneath the giant tree. A flicker of light drew my eyes to a shadowy figure leaning against the massive trunk.
I remembered seeing the figure in my youth. I arose from my bed unable to sleep, as usual, due to overwhelming fears. I was walking quietly down the second flight of stairs, when I saw him. Leaning against the shelves of my parents' old records, was a man of shadow wearing a Fedora hat and smoking just as he was now. As he did then, he looked up at me and smiled.

Though I had expected him to be there, I had forgotten until now that I had seen him in my youth. I tried not to think about the implications.

"Good to see you again, luv," a beautiful voice drifted toward me with the serpent-like smoke. "Want a puff?"

I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply to calm and focus my mind, my will. The smell of the smoke told of a high quality pot--a mere whiff of his exhalation left a slight buzz in my head. I breathed out slowly and released the serpent's hold on me.

"Not now, Loki. I need to stay clear. If you want to play, you mustn't be tempting me like that." I said, pleased to hear my voice hold steady.

Light laughter rippled through the air, teasing my center chakra with a tug that began to travel to lower regions.

"Are you sure you don't want to be tempted?" he said softly, suggestively.

A deep growl rumbled forth from beside me. My hand went to her familiar fur, and I was flooded with comforting strength. I looked at she who had appeared suddenly and silently by my side. A coat of darkness striped with white light covered the supple and powerful body of my Tyger.

"Good to see you, my friend." I said. She nestled her great head into my side before turning back to glare at Loki.

"I'm hurt," he said in a tearful voice that sounded far too convincing despite his widening grin. He met my eyes then. His deep liquid eyes of gold and green lifted me for a moment into a field of flowers and love. I looked away. "You gave me your love once, child. Now you demonize me like the Christians? I would not be here had you not called me."

"I have a long journey ahead of me, Loki. You are a part of me, as is all that will come. I want you to be part of this, but I want to stay balanced. I'll get nowhere if I get too distracted."

He laughed again and took a deep draw off his long joint. I felt Tyger relax a bit beside me.
"It's ok, dear," he said gently. "I know it's you that you're worried about, not me. I forgive you."

"I'm going to grab a drink. Would you care to join me?" I said.

His eyes narrowed slightly, "Do you really want me to go in there with you?"

I considered pushing him a bit, but I didn't want to take the chance that he might actually go in with me.

"Will I see you later, then?" I asked.

Then he was gone, leaving only an echo of his laughter dancing in the smoke.

I approached the building and heard the loud deep laughter, singing, and angry shouts of many rough drunken men. I paused at the large door, and looked again to Tyger, glad she there. I opened the door.

The heavy smells of alcohol, sweat, and blood mingled with the noise and light. The tavern was full of big burly fellows, dressed in an array of battle garb. A trio nearby sloshed beer on each other as they swayed and sang in gravelly voices. Two of the trio looked like the classic Vikings with their helms, tunics, and long braided beards. The one in the middle looked like a soldier from World War 2. As they neared the end of their tune, one of the Vikings bumped into a table where a very large bald man in a tunic was armwrestling with a tall steely-eyed woman in chainmail. A beer that had been resting on the table fell on her lap. The bald man jumped up, grabbed the man responsible for the spill, and punched him so hard teeth and blood flew from his mouth.

"You wet a Valkyrie's armour, you bastard!" the bald man roared in the now unconscious man's face before flinging him aside and sitting back down. The woman still had her elbow on the table, and appeared to not even notice the incident. The bald man resumed the arm westling match.

As I pulled my eyes from the scene, I noticed a few of the patrons looking at me menacingly. I heard a low rumble from Tyger, and decided it'd be best to get on with my business.
I went to the long bar counter and found an empty stool.

While I waited to get the bartender's attention, sweet music began to reach me above the ruckus. I looked to the source and saw her, here but not here. It was the Priestess, playing her harp, and singing with her golden voice. On a small stage by the bar, she appeared ghostlike. Her long black hair floated around her deceptively frail body, blending into her soft black dress. Her eyes were closed, as her fingers gracefully made loving vibrations with the strings. I began to feel at one with her, with the music. My body began to sway, my fingers began to dance out the coulourful light that begged to be woven in to beautiful patterns. Her dark eyes opened and looked into mine.

"Sweet soul sister," she whispered in my mind. "I love you and I am with you sacred mother."
"Bless you, beautiful one," I whispered back.

I felt torn at that moment. I was here to speak with someone. Yet, here was a friend that I did not wish to turn away from. I felt someone sit down beside me. It was Loki.

"Having trouble staying on track are we?" he mused and handed me a mug of mead.

I sighed, " So much for planning."

"You really aren't supposed to plan this, ya know," said Loki.

"I'm trying not to think, but I must. There is a tear here--between my need to live in the now as one with the all, and my need to explore aspects which means fragmenting before reconnecting everything."

"Bullshit," said Loki. "You want to speak with Odin, but you don't feel connected to him. You feel connected to the Priestess, but she stirs contradictory feelings in you. You are full of uncertainies and lack focus. You were hoping to gain some direction from Odin. To get started on a great quest to go stomp on your inner demons. It ain't gonna be that simple though."

"Damn," I said. "What would you suggest?"

"Now you're asking for my help? Sometimes I'm your friend, sometimes I'm your enemy--and I'm not the only one. Life is conflict--you know that."

"I'd still like to speak with Odin, if he will speak with me," I said to my mead.

"And what would you like to speak with me about?"

I started at the booming voice and looked up at the one-eyed man behind the counter drying a glass.

*********
I looked beside me, but Loki was no longer there.

I looked backed to the bartender.

"Hi Odin, thanks for visiting with me."

He looked at me with his one eye and started to dry another glass.

I shifted uncomfortably under his heavy stare.

"You told one of your chosen in sahdr that you would accept me, though you know I can not give
myself to you. I seek guidance. I see your crows watching me each day, and sometimes I feel your great eye looking down from above. My true heart lies in the magical reality underlying all religions--I share in the path of the mystics. I feel I must in turn share the lessons through my art--my painting, my writing. I struggle with myself and seek inner peace for the sake of myself and my family, and I desperately wish to serve the light, life--to help others. I feel I must achieve peace and love within to become an affective tool for the divine. Now I write--I write my internal journey into the corridors of my mind, my heart, my soul. It seems every step I may be torn."

"What do you want?"

"Love, peace, beauty..."

"You have those. If that's all you want, go away."

"Is it ego that drives me?"

"Of course. Why do you insist that is wrong?"

"Achievement? I must embrace ego, ride ego as the Zen bull of life before I can rest?"

"If you wish to look at it that way."

"This book--it's important to me. Will you help me with it?"

"I already have." He smiled. "Time to get back to work. See ya later."

With that, he turned away and I found myself standing by a familiar lake. I laughed and shook my head, took a deep breath, and sat down to meditate.

*********
*********
*********

It's Rememberance Day and I want to fight. I'm tired of feelingafraid. But I don't believe in fighting with violence. Thoughviolence has long been an intregral part of nature, I believe thatour greatest advantage in terms of evolution, is to use our heads!Planning long-term in a sustainable manner--gentleness and goodnesswith strategic sustainable development. I want to dwell in love--reach out with sharing and love to all who are equal. ALL are EQUAL!

I want to first tackle my inner demons which mirror my outer demonsin their infinitely human way. I want to flow with peace, bend inthe wind like a blade of grass sowing its seeds inthe spring. "Thepen is mightier than the sword!" (Who first said that?) That isbecause writing stirs emotions and therefore must be handled withcare and love as must all to receive care and love.

Love is the key--as Lennon said, "Love is the answer."

Love with intelligence breeds respect, diplomacy, peace. It is thesensible path for best living and evolution because such paths opencommunication which contributes to evolutionary development.Cooperative approaches are highly effective. This necessitatesself-awareness which is aided immensely by self-love. It is easierto learn to love oneself if one is shown by others that they arelovable.

Love out is love in. Woot! The rewards of love surpass all others interms of pure joy and inspiration!

Love and Peace,

Singing Grass

*********

Sunday, November 06, 2005

NaNo Key16

oh crap, a word war and I'm tired
I go onto chat on the NaNoWriMo site when I need a
break, not when I wanna do a Word War--but I'll
give it a go this time since I haven't before.
Fortunately I'm just writing about the experience
of Now and Now has infinite potential...

...the sun warms my vision as the clouds fade back
and reveal the light...

I popped into the Kingdom of Loathing for a visit
to let them know I'd be afk (away from Keyboard):

Rigormortia:be 30 minutes...
I'm in a NaNo word war
I'll use this haiku

There, that'll help since I tend to pause.
Write as many words as possible? Must stop thinking
about what I'm doing and just do it. What is it?
time to break on outoyster trees for christmas eveand polyglot stars
rage soft bright blue lightin adjectival madnessabject objections
Must I continue? My attention wanders, drifting in
the misty web of thoughts, seeking those photonic
connections which spark inspiration in ideas in
light in waves...

wonderous mind
cosmic neural network
compressed haiku

cerulean blue
weaves cool snakes into bright white
yellow flows to green

magenta enters
a blued violet starscape
bright sprites of pink light

peach whispers at edge
emerald nebulas wink
their bright eyes of God

red rise from within
blood fire of life and death
passion bred from pain

now soften with greens
life grows from death, begin now
to find balanced peace

watch the flow of paint
transform into its high self
harmony reaches

*********

how much time left on this word war?ah, about 11 minature minutes
I have cramps--it's my moontimeI wish I had a moon lodge to go off to for a few
days each month--no responsibilities, bond with my
she-friends...clever women came up with that!!!

ouch, my ovary!
few days alone with friends
where is my moonlodge?

my 5-year-old son just got me to fix his toy and
said quite spontaneously: "the first thing alive in
the world made everything alive"
he just brought over an empty box of macaroni and
cheese (he had coveted from his sister) and said
that it was the first thing alive, it created
everything in the world
I love my kids!!! :-)

"Now the pumpkin's alive," he said.

time to go mommy

*********
Rigormortia: woot! 500 more!
with some new haiku as well
I'm going for gold

*********
email to RespectfulLight friends:
Hi Friends,
I just found my double copy & paste error in Act 1. Here's a corrected Act 1
as well as Act 2. W!z, I hope you don't mind that I quoted your email in it.
I don't want to quote people too often in this my first draft because it
doesn't seem like a fair way to address my word count, lol.
My error and subesequent corrections dropped my count from over 5500 down to
4700 and some. Ah well. Hopefully, I'll stop obsessing over the word count at
some point. It can motivate, but it can also add stress. I will try to
achieve a more balance and rythmic approach.
Love,
Singing Grass

NaNo Key15

*********W!zard wrote:
"So if every thought has a physical manifestation
does every physical manifestation have a thought?
Deepak Chopra mentions this idea - that because all
is one there is no separation between the thought -
"I need some new trousers" - and the manifestation
of the thought - "hey, look at my new trousers".
This suggests that there is no such thing as time -
because the thought and the physical phenomenon are
both aspects of the same pandimensional occurrence.
Opposite ends of the same stick.
It is an idea that I'm uncomfortable with."

Singing Grass inserted: "Though time is an
illusion, we are biological beings built in the
forward motion (ie time) of life--linear by nature.
Just as we can only indirectly experience the
existence of microscope beings or of black holes
and their properties, we must concentrate on our
own little piece of time at a given moment."

W!z: "Any given thought I may have (receive?) about
the future may shape that future or the thought may
be shaped by the as yet unmanifested future - how
do we tell the difference? What are the
implications for free will and original thought?"

SG: "If it's a question of time, then perhaps the
pants sent a vibe to you calling you to them. I
believe Free Will is an unecessary illusion--like
chaos. The combination of intention and pattern is
so interwoven as to supercede the black and white
mutually exclusive concepts of free will vs no free
will, and chaos vs order."

SG: "We are exist to live and to strive for the
betterment of ourselves, humanity, the earth, the
universe. That is the nature of life, of creation.
The striving is struggle--as seen by the Norse as
being fundamental to life."

W!z: "I imagine a positive future - am I therefore
creating a positive future?

SG: "Because I believe in the existence of "other
people," I must accept them as co-creators and know
that my intentions has impact as does theirs and
all flows together."

W!z: "This interpretation allows for infinite
creative potential on my part. But...I imagine a positive future - am I therefore
seeing, via precognition, a future that is already
predetermined?"

SG: "What is, is, and whatever will be will be--que
sera. However, this changes nothing in terms of how
you live your life, except an opportunity to grow."

W!z: "This interpretation would seem to leave
little room for self determination, I have no
creative potential and am merely an unwitting cog
in the great machine."

SG: "I enjoy cog-hood when I don't resent t, lol,
because at those moments, ego is superceded by the
splendour of one's grand role in an infinitely
grand scheme."

W!z: "By presenting only two options..."

SG: "...(duality, hee)..."

W!z :"I am creating a dilemma so as a third option
I wish to postulate a combination - personal power
to create ones own world in the microcosm whilst
still being the pawn of unfolding universal karma
(work)."

W!z: "Ilona mentions the synchronicity between two
linked individuals, something which I experience
daily with my dear Witchy. I liken this to
sympathetic vibrations from one piano string
affecting the other strings tuned to the same tone.
Relating this physical occurrence to my original
question - does my mind start to imagine new
trousers because it is vibrating sympathetically to
the actual event of manifesting the trousers?"

SG: "Woot! Vibrating trousers!"

W!Z: "I am curious because if our current thoughts
cause our eventual future then we should line up
all the negative people and shoot them before they
have chance to mess up our future!! (of course this
is a joke - it's negative of me to label other
people as negative and it's also negative to
suggest harming them which means I should be one of
those people lined up and shot for being negative!
No wonder the mystics all advocate living in the
now!!!

SG: "YOU'RE INVITED TO A PARTY!!!
where and when: NOW
who: ALL
why: ONE
bring: LOVE

Love and light

StephenW!ZARD

Love and Light and Hugs to you and your dear
Witchy,

Singing Grass

*********

SG: "I equate the "holy spirit" to the essence of all
life--at the quantum level, what do these
boundaries we perceive mean? String theory is
beautiful--everything is made of of vibrational
waves. So let's harmonize as you said."

*********
4842 (minus a few hundred or so for W!z's words)
*********

NaNo Key14

running a marathon in my brain
still early, I am easily daunted
but persevere'cause I wanna!

*********
I was just going to write about my children; but I
have a great desire to protect their privacy, so I
generally avoid using their names.
I just told them to try their best to be nice to
each other--that when you're mean to someone it
hurts you inside just as it hurts your target. "How
can you say such terrible things? Kill? Hate? Such
nasty thoughts will eat you up inside."
The sibling struggle--how much does it define us,
shape us?

Love

*********

Into the grey fog I fall
unable to see the words
I must feel them, and let them go;
without hesitation
just plug on
climb my mountain...
it moves me...

*********

"You play your game dear, I need to write."

*********

I only quote myself, because I feel that the words
should be what I've written, and I don't want to
quote without permission. Someday...
I am bless to know many fine people--bright lights
that shine through my monitor with gentle clever
words.
A book about me? It seems so egocentric--but it's
what I know best. Besides, we're all metaphors for
each other.

expression eases
sharing, connecting gives comforts
legacies of love

*********
I can generally produce 400 words in an hour,
sometimes more, often less.
It's hard to do it steadily.
*********

brain firing off
biochemelectric thoughts
unique combos all

*********
Is there really anything else I'd rather be doing?
Of course, ya can't just write any ol' thoughts
down--there are boundaries to be respected. But
those boundaries, like the haiku form, are just
horizontal and help you focus and ascend without
verticle boundaries.
*********

angels float to mind
faeries of heartfelt mythos
in-spiritation

*********

easier to know
the magic of divine flow
through pure creation

*********
I still miss painting--it's been a while. I try to
write as I paint. I miss the vibrant liquid
colours, with their soft quickly changing
natures--flowing into each other, merging, creating
together a whole surpassing the sum of its parts.
As we are all metaphors for each other, so too are
our creations, are my paintings; metaphors of the
universe.
*********

uni-verse one word
infinite means always more
everything connects

always more and less
expansion and contraction
Big Bang: God exhaling!

We must define, clarify, what we mean as
individuals when we say "God." To me, God is the
infinitely vast body of the universe. I believe the
universe is inifinitely large and small. No matter
how far we look in any direction, there's always
more. "God" is the whole of which we are all part.
And because there's always more when one looks at
infinity, this makes the conceptualization of an
infinite universe always fades to fuzzy edges of
the beyond--at this point, imagination and
distraction ceases to conceive; and what
communicates is the feeling of now as unending in
all direction. It can feel tremendously liberating.
Good for the perspective. Contemplating God
pacifies as we desperately search for the path back
to the womb. Outward turns inward, as we find the
universal womb is reflected within. As we dissolve
into the body of God, the universe, the Universal
Mother...we become God and can wrap ourselves into
ourselves when we breath in.
*********

Saturday, November 05, 2005

NaNo Key13


Start Act 2

*Bless You, Kind W!Z! You stir and humble me with
your generous praise...my gratitude knows no bounds
for the beautiful energy you have shared...you have
reawoken my spirit at a time when inspiration was
waiting to be found!
I'll send out my wacky first draft haiku NaNoWriMo
novel to you in installments like this one--the
first Act, lol.
Don't feel obliged to read it all! If you do, I
hope you enjoy it and the pearls don't get lost in
the seaweed.
Love and Light and Gratitude,
Singing Grass
(Singing Ingrid, I like that too, lol!)
*********
*Excellent topic!
Yes, indeed, I find this happens often and in
strange and surprising ways. There's some guy who
wrote a book about the commonness of miracles--how
high the odds actually are of experiencing
seemingly miraculous events at a given moment. But
sometimes patterns become unmistakable, and
coincidence is gently nudged aside to open one to
view synchronicity in its sacred context.
Love,
Singing Grass
*********
(*Both of these pieces were responding to W!ZARD's
RL posts, 11/5/2005--at a later time, I'd like to
add in his writing which is absolutely magickal!--I
can't now for in reverance to the holy word count)
*********

NaNo Key12

*********
chat rises and falls
like a roller coaster ride
attention wanders

woot! you go Limb, now
get me going--I'll use the
haikus I post here

I've never been banned
at least not from haiku chat
got banned from "bad" crowd

that was offline life
I was referring to there
I should clarify

I actually left
was banned after for leaving
or so I have heard :-P

("I'm distracted, I apologize--I've been chatting
in haiku, and then copying my haikus to my
novel--work and play and socializing in one")

razz ma tazz limbic
you relationship guru
always advising

"Go West" Cowboy sings
at YMCA we hear
lots of macho men

resurrection's fun
like spring following winter
rabbit fur changes

why strange, captain?
sounds like thar could be tales...
thanks for the link, limb

I weep at the loss
I miss my social disease*
I wanted to eat braaaaains -cough?- :-(

(*note: include explanation/ archived haikus re the
"Gray Plague" in Kingdom of Loathing)

it's just not the same
those uncontrollable coughs
and the fading text

I remember when
but to live there does nothing
for it is now gone

yes, indeed, more's good
but s'mores are even better
dance with dull knives

gorillas amidst
rainforest mists communing
in peaceful eras

I need sugar now
perhaps some Halloween treats
I must keep writing ;-P

*********

I'm enforcing a Haiku Hiatus in recognition of the
rate of this novel's progression and in
consideration of the speed at which I could simply
produce words were I to blather without pause...
but would they, could they be worthwhile?
For isn't that the dream? For some piece to be
worth perserving of thyself and thine creation?
But in the end, it is the joy wrought in the
creation which must matter. All else falls to
wayside in the midst of a creative splurge!
That is the joy! That is the reason!
*********
3314
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NaNo Key11

hot pink water glows
reflecting off purple scales
running 'cross the snow

absorbing them all
into my haiku nano
haicoocoo pigeons

moooohahaha, eh!
mad laughing canuck cattle
crying in their cud

irrigation ditch
draining off what's needed
redirecting flow

blue cup sitteth there
must be getting low, fun times!
ridiculousless

oxen flaying sheep
to avoid the iron brand
what is cruelty?

murder most common
cats love, cats kill, cats get killed
all lives for-given

diverging streams flow
as do new fae forest paths
with bright whim and will

wide expanse opens
streams merge into one river
waterfall to sea

the great sea of life
opening and rejoining
combination clock

*click* unlocking maps
leading to secret treasure
within dark caverns

blind salamanders
stalactites and stalagmites
lurking within caves

moss and ferns frame mouth
leading into deep darkness
mysteries beckon

NaNoKey10

sore feet hath my love
as he tends to my son's wound
as my daughter waits

I listen to them
jumping in when I'm needed
writing my life now

into the puzzle
they fall steadily drifting
father and daughter

competing hearts call
for attention and distraction
bright devoted play

chocolate time now
hot chocolate and a snack
haiku regroup time

NaNoKey9

"Now is the winter of our discontent..."Was that shakespeare?
It keeps popping into my head, and compelling me to write of it.

When will this phrase fade from my head?
When winter actually starts?
When spring approaches?

Time to open the windows and let the fresh warm air enter our domain.

*********

Chapter 1
(meaning everything that preceded was an intro)

twas dark and stormy
winds raged, walls shook, hail fell
somewhere else on earth

in this harbour ville
it was cool, cloudy, and dark
night tends to be dark

city lights reflect
off low-laying clouds and fog
making night brighter

treking 'cross the bridge
we dropped dandelion tops
to spin down below

dandelions spin
far down from a child's hand
to ride harbour waves

she paints bugs and snakes
he plays mini basketball
I await my love

Spyro the Dragon
waits patiently to be played
'cause he's got no choice

*********

to all well-wishers
whose thoughts silent or spoken
fill with grateful love

love empowers life
love fuels creative spirit
love inspires all

*********

NaNoKey8?

*********
another interlude
now is the winter of discontenment doing a
NaNoWriMo Word War--writing as many words as I can
in 15 minutes--started a bit late, sure does kill
the haiku if I just go for straight word...
maybe I will stop haikuing for a time, just to rack
up the words? It's strangely hard to do so.
ack, something is wrong--I messed up my wordcount
somehow, but don't want to check through this--it
said 2415, that shouldn't be right
I'll have to move on and not let that ditract
me--I'll figure it out later.
*********
to diverge intoa storyline but stickingwith good ol' haiku
hmmm, plot deviceswhen writing in the momenthard to plan ahead
*********
So far this has been a novel of somewhat poetic
stream-of-consciousness writing about writing a
somewhat poetic poetic stream-of-consciousness
novel of 50,000 words in 26 days. I guess there are
worse things to write about. I don't think I'm
doing myself any favours in terms of racking up a
word count by writing in haiku--yet, it's hard to
write as well without my beloved formation which
slows down my ramblings into a more necessarily
concise and more carefully considered form.
I do love to write in metaphor, for everything is a
metaphor for everything else.
*********

NaNoKey7

spider caught in breeze
on invisibly fine string
between balconies

words tightly constrained
restriction increasing height
slowing mountain ascent

yet keeping on course
I strive for the top hidden
by this lush forest

with greater interest
I seek to enjoy myself
to encourage me

slower yet pleasing
with a 4 day "handicap"
to light the fires

an experience
to write about, writing as
experiences

*********

NaNoKey6--Haiku Novel

sweetness bursting from berry-like badness...
the sweetness from sugary treats from Halloween, snuck from my kids' bags...
mmmmm, black liquorice sucker
crackling obsidian
grassy knolls providing warm homes to guacamole induced headaches...
sorry, I just had to have a spontaneous surreal seiries of moments.
Now, here's some more:
asparagus on trampolines, and granny smith apples on horsebackflies
trillobytes evoking evolatile evasive evolution
ok, I'm done

done in high

done into high form
digressive haiku epics
a novel novel

NaNo meet Haiku
prepare yourself for shaking
rattling, rolling

dance round her petals
frolic outward and inward
the center remains

"smarties make you smart"
said my son to my daughter
post Halloween glee

will this whole novel
become a haiku epic?
will it drive me mad?

challenges uplift
driving one forward, upward
all the more when shared

*********

blessed be science
for giving us divine views
sacred perspective

all is one is all
infinite unique patterns
spiral together

upwards and outwards
interconnected into
infinite being

e is m sea squared
infinite uncertainity
always a beyond

chasing what's beyond
human kind's eternal drive
such is life's nature

this to my children:
please stay out of the candy
don't make yourself sick

making myself sick
they're stealing candy right now
I guess they'll find out

painful for a mom
to allow it to happen
it's all out of love

logic must conclude
infinite potential love
conceive and believe

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why am I going
to write a haiku novel
in 26 days?

(as I started late
as I've probably mentioned
as "NaNo" I go--

National Novel
Novel Writing month is here!
50,000 words!)

keep the goal in site
make it all haiku for more
challenges are are fun

I'm now on day two
counting at a mere 2k
I will catch up though!

the kids are playing
it seems ominously good
co-conspirators

cooperation
working nefariously
but still together

mother as teacher
parenting guides are vital
if not us then who?

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lesson completed?
it's only ever begun
ever growing with life

distractions abound
to test one's concentrated
resolution well

into midst of mists
become one with mystery
all is revealed

within the veil
reveiling, revealing
inside the within

porcupines racing
against time's pointiest quills
eating sweet tree bark

purpose to all is
porpoiseful to anyonep
urporting union

windows into souls
broken with a homerun ball
bless the children's play

orange juice potion
refreshing organic charm
fortifies our health

fingers tap tapping
counting syllabic numbers
tapping the keyboard

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current word count: 1320

rebellious moments
call to end haiku madness
but I'll continue

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now winds into breath
passing with fury unknown
into cells disperse

flowers of the mind
bloom past questioning or doubt
in spirit ion

continuing on
inward spiralling square dance
doe-si-doe my brain

whirling in stillness
we are each the eyes of storms
beyond our knowing

wilds intertwine
life's ecstatic creation
dance ever renewed

while the wiles
journey wanders in wilds
let's rest awhile

silent place of peace
where acceptance hears all
through light we're lightened

light powder scatters
into tiny particles
to surf the light waves

angelic face calls
begging for sweet suckers
how to best decide

winter calls my thoughts
what is to bear, to bare, there?
as snow yet to come

light frolicks for now
light breeze through gold, green, orange
light licks great oak leaves

symmetry progress
to a stillness within allself
not one to sell fish

onward and upward
every one needs a mountain
they make you climb

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1488 at 10:18 am, Saturday Nov. 5, 2005day two
NaNo Novel begun at 6:30 pm, Friday Nov. 4, 2005
non-haiku interlude
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salamanders rock
two lives lived: one wet, one dry
evolving revolves
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enter into why
dwell in what and where and when now
exit through why not
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who fought the windmills?
a cold snake wraps round my neck
reaching for freedom

thus, in this place soon
as I will dance back and forth
I'll break the haiku

Haiku will return
as I will dance back and forth
it will come and go

haha, I wrote prose
then changed it with a few clicks
into more haiku

typing one-handed
holding onto a corn snake
time passed, snake recaged

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1611

11:04
much distraction around me
and within me too

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Friday, November 04, 2005

NaNoKey5

empowerment is a wholesome feeling
a story...I keep thinking that I'm supposed to be
writing prose, writing a story...but why?
so what is this?
I'm not going to say, because I like surprises...
it is what it is, and will be what it will be...
heehee...
potential is fun, but will it ever be realized...each step up the ladder reveals infinitely more
potential...
now I am thinking...oh no! must stop that--the
point is to let it flow like my paintings without
the interference...
the struggle...a dialogue of moments to moments all blended
together...
this is the voice of one part of me...thus the
writing can evolve to accomodate different growing
forms...infinite me's are we's :-P
juxtapositioning valuesdevalues the boundaries of our growth
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I stop and wonder the wherewithall of my words...working like paint...
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ego stops, but stopping is good for resting
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hunger rises in the holy cavern of my stomachwithin which mama bear risesand says let's go get some grub!
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NaNoKey4

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wind through quantum leaves
stirring throughwooden styles....
to tell a story of a drifting through time...
but to construct so...without the rythm of the thought...beating patterns on the page...
into every font a little grey must fall...
discontented winter
approaching on chilling foot
stepsin the midst
of the mists
of the mind...
dot, dot, dot...
what happens in the pause? in the middle of the moments...

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reality steps into
realitya place
a space
a comparision
an illusion
a suggestion
of boundaries

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a modern epic
of a woman
an artist
a mother
a poet
an educational assistant
a part-time mystic and (to becoming in the next 25 days:)
a novelist...woot!

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NaNoKey3 Dryger

dragon, dragon burning bright
run with tygers in the night
brighten heart's home with love's might
cool heart's desire with love's light...

wisdom breaching
salt sweet ocean mist
dewdrops on mother's brow
petals on her breath
ferns in her hair
stardrops in her eyes...

wholeness flowing in one's embrace
grasses holding sway with grace
beauty ushers in her face
mother earth calls us within her space...

NaNo Key2

my fear of her
or of sadnes
sor of doubt
or of guiltor of...
a darkness...
within or without
which would be worse?
and to not know which or if it even matters...
always a mixture of realities...always a blending of inner and outer worlds
into one with no boundaries...
the silent one
waits to swallow
one's ego
into union...
where to be
where not to be...
what was the question? is there
one really?

National Novel Writing Month

angry voices
raise agnst
against the world
of self
can't shut out what's around me, my maternal duty
so it will merge into my writing and I'll let it
ride--my attention divided, it becomes a record of
recent rememberance--a corner of my world at the
moment
this is me thinking
yet it can so easily
evolve into
multiple organic states
according to the viewer
prose, I cannot
In truth to the rythm of the
the ebb and flow of the
the interconnectedness of thought...
the thoughts as they happen...unedited...
the silent obeserver
watches behind
the babble
of moments
unending

the battle continues
the war of the heart
with the goal of attention
intention
relations
needs
always
a trade-off...
to write is to not be paying attention...
to my childrenmy family...
all ways

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Could I type
50,000 words as such?
Will it fuck up
(hmm, screw up, maybe I should write that, a bit
softer...shit, no editing--isn't that the point...though only ever getting a piece of my
attention...)
will it fuck up to put this to another format
*five minute pause to invoke the mama Goddess cause
I heard "angry voices" and didn't like it* from
Notepad? I want MSWord!Can't catch up to the recent past in termings of
recording when I keep having to stop and me MaMa...

ok, the three of them are playing Spyro now...holy shit, 50,000 words in 30 days!NaNo!
How the hell am I supposed to do...
if I can concentrate I could...
without distraction...
maybe?
have to work with it
make it real
make it a family challenge
it scares me
the thought
of having to type that many words...
I work full-time,
but it's an easy job...
I have to tell them...
woot! I have their support!
Ok, so I was wondering
what you folks of Respectfulight
would think of me posting it here?
I was thinking of blogging it...
on my blog...
www.singinggrass.blogspot.com...
suddenly there's an audience...
an encouragement...
ooooo...
perhaps some of you would join in?
...wouldn't that be fun?

www.nanowrimo.org

I will now pause and post this to RL :-)

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I am now posting it to my blog and it continues

and it did screw up the format to post from Notepad to my Blog...
had to go thru and reformat--reenter my enters :-P
but I didn't edit otherwise--keepin' real, unedited, lol!...until I decide otherwise
wisdom
interesting soup
wandering
into the need for eating soul soup...
fork or soup?
how chunky are your braaaaaains?
(note: braaaaaains is a reference to a recent break-out of zombie-creating gray plague in the
Kingdom of Loathing,
the hilarious game and haiku community to which I'm addicted) ...