silence punctuated by silver strings and lurking

I want to feel free, I want to write the moment--perhaps that's why I don't enjoy writing the past...but the word chases the thoughts, the living, ever lagging...

dark dawn rising
to lighten in time not now
black skies stretch
to pull in the sun

why bother just writing
it's 6 am?

to follow the details
focus attention
in silence
punctutated by
tapping keys

winter weaves its
frosty webs

as observations
spill out naturally
the conversation starts
between heart and mind
in infinite layers
unfolding
in flowing hues
ever adjusting

reaching out
with snowflake tendrils
frost spreading slowly outward
obscuring clarity
with beauty
thru mind's window

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I answer the question
what am I doing
right now
what is
right now
and am astounded
with the world before me

my daughter places an ornament
on the sacrificial tree
dripping with
sweet-smelling sap
like sacred blood
of the lamb

we shall cover this splendid
gift of God
with strings of
rainbow lights
and silver

3 ornaments hang now
evenly placed, equi-distant
in an ascending arc...
a green globe
a dancing clown
a ceramic Pere Noel...
a spiral string of silver

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sadness lurks in subdued corners
of my mind and heart
of my mind or heart
seeking what?

the expression flows
sweetly, easily
until it stops
and I tire
and the sadness
appears
seeking
expression?

questioning self
seeking self
seeking now
seeking release
of tensionto fall relaxed
into peace

now my attention
is called elsewhere
and I feel torn
but am called

Skating in Snakeskin

I wrote the following yesterday morning
and have been observing ever-shifting now
ever since, and it still applies
as oranges to apples in eden:

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Skating in Snakeskin

God says: how do I come into being?
I am beinghow do I come into awareness?
I am aware because I am
I come into being
physically
energetically
wavilisciously
all existing
in all time and space
in the eternal now-what-is

the snake* is a part of me
and I see his design
and I understand my own becoming
through eternally
making life
(ie body functioning)
easier
so that I can focus on
the eternal expansionof experiencing myself
growing myself
while being in the body
we've evolved
through common genetic
sense and sensibilities...

Thank you my dear friends
bursting with respectful light,
Your brilliant words
lead me with grace
into contemplation
until the time draws nigh
and it all comes out
at once

*As I watch our snake eating
I see his becoming
the mechanisms for survival
that brought him into being...
how he can only be what he is
within his body's unlimited
but unique
but the same
potential

His elastic skin stretches
like sequins on stretch knit
reminding me of beautiful
skating costumes
made with maternal love

With a body of muscle
he pulls
slowly, deeply
into his body
the body of this young mouse
whose awareness has returned
to the great ocean of spirit

what separates me
from this snake?

a wall of glass through which I watch?

I imagine the stretching of my belly
when I was pregnant
the same stretchy skin,
I can removethe scales of clothing
(but not justice?)
to enjoy the sensations
of skin

evolution sluffs off the old
as we gain the new
we are one with evolution
we are one with our design
we are one with our designer
who resides in our DNA
in our genes
in our history
what makes us

we are our becoming
What is Fairness?
What is fairto the mouse?raised to be killed--

my buying of this mouseof chickenof hamburgermakes me an accomplice in their murderwhat is fair?

I was once most fortunate
to hold the summer position
of Make Trade Fair Campaign Coordinator
for the Halifax officeof Oxfam Canada
(http://www.maketradefair.ca/)

W!Z, thank you for reminding me
of my past conclusions
renewed, refreshed
on the issue of judgement
regarding moral outlook...
morals may be judgements
and judgements may get in the way of inner harmony, but...

love transcends judgement
letting oneself love may seem to require judgement
or at least, that may be a sensible approach,
however,
love is something far more than that,
and is most open
to not being held by one's fleeting fallible judgements
but compiles evidence while determining risk on an instinctive level
while compiling attachment and trust on a spiritual level
all balances
and is done naturally
when love and mercy
are the focus
and so we help
because
we love
and because
it makes sense to do so
and we are rewarded with joy
in its purest form
and a loving peace
that expands and fills and carries
and makes things easier
so that we can learn
and teach
and expand

learning to apply
lessons to self
to rise above self
into spiritual
emmersion,
falling and rising
to fall and rise again
like all
ever onward...

wavicles rock!
I love the quantam physicist(s)
who came up with that term!
when you look at them as particles,
they're particles;
when you look at them as waves,
they're waves;
but they're never both at once
according to the physicists,
but maybe they just haven't figured out yet
how to look at both aspects at once?

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Love and Big Phat Cosmicaliscious Hugs,