tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132711102024-03-13T20:39:55.653-07:00Wind-HorseThe Heart forever voyages, longing its compass, always going hOMe!jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.comBlogger308125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-25906529322625853012023-10-06T10:11:00.001-07:002023-10-06T10:11:30.839-07:00<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Radiant Emptiness<br /><br />From Stars we come, to Stars we shall return;<br />This ancient ache of longing that's urging us to burn.<br />To shine on 'n on from inside out,<br />Where illumination is a fire without any doubt...<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><img alt="http://infinity-codes.net/raah/_archive(infinity-codes)/galactic-codes/HUDF-full-9.jpg" class="shrinkToFit" height="788" src="http://infinity-codes.net/raah/_archive(infinity-codes)/galactic-codes/HUDF-full-9.jpg" width="788" /></p>jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-72055313702234996822019-03-17T12:15:00.001-07:002019-04-21T14:50:43.564-07:00Mundanaities naturally<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I read Castaneda throughout my in between years, in my teen years where I woke to my Na'will and dreamt that juan-carlos floated through all the mundane-bits that we do ... but he assisted me too, with death-awareness pattern-recognition; these trails left behind by Natures foxy-moves, 'til you could read its language, its omen-nomenclature, and not need to know what it meant, then take another breath while brother-death counted what was left...<br />
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artists are often autogamous, like jelly-fish, especially when they're disturbing meaning in a rhythmic pulsation, exciting to fluorescence a deeply subtext'd verse; but don't mistake their stinging strophe for arrogance, that's just fierce presence, moved by waves of astonishment, cascading through their nervous and vascular system; they’re spontaneously overflowed ( sea through ) and while reaching with their iridescent tentacle, they'll simply, elegantly, fluoresce a gleam in your eyes...jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-15825166553392838752017-03-18T11:09:00.000-07:002017-03-18T11:09:02.485-07:00On the L'il-rat-eye'd critics: They're 'little-rat-eyes' = literati and 'ill-little-rat-eyes' = illiterate -- it's funny how ignorance can show up in an Academic and failed high-school red-neck alike -- I suppose that arrogance, hubris, is without distinction<br />
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those L'il-rat-eyes are speed-readers who're always looking for ways to fill the gap between their lips with knowledgeable sooth-sayings, 'cuz they've mimed the word meaningfully, yet without the Poets consciously cogent sounds in their head -- Poets, however, have gaps in their head where they merCuriously spout their words smoothly, mellifluously with surround-sound lips that never get stuck on having to know anything at all -- they in-wordly lip-reciprocate in an astonished why-lessness that (disturbs meaning) de-means everything into a sudden swoon that turns the whirl'd 'round -- the poet is one who brings a fresh focus to the everyday, fresh eyes to the mundane, with music in the ecstasy of wildly irreverent rhythmic words that fly away off the page in particles 'n waves, while they lip-synchronate with all the meta-sensory expansions 'n contractions that constantly risk absurdity...<br />
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these ill-little-rat-eyes cannot see beyond 'what's in-it for them' and maybe if they wink and coo, they can get laid too -- otherwise it's the alliteration of the illiterate and we all know where the ill-little-rats go when they don't know, pressing against their desperation with their glowering expectations and they can't really do a cogent crit 'cuz they don't have the wit for it, so they'll shoot a Poets work down with a number crunch, a petty solution, the money'd knockout punch ...<br />
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while they're reading a write I imagine their cunning-less-ness is at the base of it; while the Poetess is wet with over-flowed inspirations blissinging up her 'lectrikly sapient spine, making us feel an infinite-in, with her words flowing outwardly sublime -- however, those L'il-rat-eye'd critics with their pre-packaged-percepts cannot really see beyond their mediocre myopic certainty...jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-21740302022823719192014-11-04T20:40:00.000-08:002014-11-04T20:59:58.514-08:00?¿ intertextual-fugue ?¿<span style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc;"><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;">an ?¿ intertextual-fugue ?¿ is here --> </span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">http://goo.gl/TsxBlQ</span></span><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> <-- comic="" literary="" my="" span=""><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;" /><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;">What is an ?¿ intertextual-fugue ?¿</span><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;" /><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;">When we were children curious and free, we'd learn by mimicking what we see; sometimes it was frustrating and we'd jump and scream 'til we finally figured out what it really did mean; so maybe the planet and its people too, are in a cognitive-dissonance and just don't know what to do; 'til they do, when they become heart-centred again, that'll be the day for celebration then...</span><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;" /><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;">ComiX are ephemeral and topical, however, what comes around, goes around -- we humans are on the brink of falling-fatal to a heartless machine, doing our 'duty' as an ordinary-drone has-been -- or we can be rising-rapture'd in an organic-mutation within a few natural generations - then we'd speak in light's language of shadow sculpting time, moving to a music which only the heart can hear, simply-sublime, risen from the slime, dancing without any fear.</span><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;" /><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;">So the point-of-view is the field of possibility. What would 'objective' Art look like? -- ?¿Art-officially; it seems to me that there are two forms of Art. Objective Art and Subjective Art. Subjective Art comes in 3 flavours, generally, i.e., Intellectual, Emotional, and Physico/Instinctual. A quick example of each would be Picasso's Instinctual works, the Expressionists emotive works, and the Intellectual forms of the so called minimalist Post-Modern Art. Of course there are various blending of these 'subjective-types' which speaks to each of us on the level of our personal character, our relative perspectives and, to paraphrase Nietzche, all of our bad-education; hence the like/dislike quality of subjective art works.</span><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;" /><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;">With Objective art, like the Gothic Cathedrals of old, the Pyramids, and music such as Beethoven's 5th Symphony or Mozart's 40th, 41st and 42nd symphonies, each and every one has a similar experience. Lifting us up, out of our personal time/space habit patterns; lifting us in awe to the greater nature of life, like wings of wonder flying through the vast cloud-of-unknowing that is this sentimental-reality. So it is that Nature reflected in Art, seems to move us beyond our tunnel-vision, while the subjective forms tend to chain us to our comfortable habits of seeing and hearing, or that they provide us a temporary diversion from our methodically-inauthentic machinations at best.</span><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;" /><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;">Poetry (and I agree that ComiX are a form of Poetic representation) often reflects these 'small' miracles in our everyday struggle. Like most Art, it is subjective and produces few Saints. Art as a Language can speak to us within but without any reason, and often sings of a Love that cannot be named, in a music that only the Heart can hear. However, it is like having a 'Myth' which is like having a 'Map!' The Artist can share these 'stories' of her 'Map Quest', her experiences, and somehow in the sharing, we the readers and perhaps the Artist herself, are renewed! Nevertheless, ?'knowing' is like these Maps, but it's really not the Territory, that cloud-of-unknowing we're presently 'wondering' through...</span><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;" /><br style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;" /><span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.9090909957886px;">In summary, tl:dr, 'we don't see things as they are, we see them as we are, and if we change the way we look at things, the things we look at change' -- and that's what these Poets of possibility arouse in their Art. 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He's kind of like a Comics caricature of an unconflicted Super-Hero whose abilities are to take succour of lost souls, eat them, with a touch of the dark vengeful knight of passion and determination. Except that makes him more approachable than he really is. If you meet him, it may already be too late.</div>
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So, at a local Starbucks this evening, where I met this very dangerous man, a man who’d made an elixir, an elixir he exclaimed to be the 'Red Lion,' and went on to say that he imbibed it 973 years before in a Bohemian castle. He looks to be a healthy middle-aged man with eyes of steel-blue, wearing an Armani suit that ripples upon his animal physique, shimmers blackness; the Alchemist, I wrote in my Journal on my laptop. He collected and concocted in many fields.</div>
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sometimes meaning is an arbitrary thing we do to fill in our blank looks -- nevertheless, the thing we do with words to make them wing on feathers dipped in tears and laughter, to mime the looks we give each other, and woo our reader into our serenade of serendipity with the happenstance-of-meaning gleaming from their eyes... <br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 18px;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 18px;" />the happenstance-of-meaning is gleaning that we leak in language; A-lexi–thymia: Literally meaning “no words for emotions.” -- there is Beauty in unfettered language -- like Jazz, it becomes fluid and undulates meaning within the main components of the Poem -- <br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 18px;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 18px;" /><div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 18px;">
the happenstance-of-meaning, foundlings of the great or small</div>
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the friction made from rubbing the heart 'n mind together</div>
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the imagination aspires from the limits of syntactical-chains</div>
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binding us to the tunnel-visions of common sense:</div>
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this present imperfect tense <br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />this present imperfect tense in the happenstance of meaning -- there is Beauty in these fettered phrasings -- as the tongue carries the forms-and-rituals of the word, sounds rolling as a tidal wash upon a wild-worn shore, tumbling, reaching forwards, then, where deep calls to deep, moving back-words for some more... <br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><div style="box-sizing: border-box;">
intertextual ironics <--> uber-lexical sonics -- the happenstance of meaning is the happy dance of gleaning</--></div>
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<b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"> intertextual fugues</i></b><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"> <~></i></b><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;"> sǝnƃnɟ ןɐnʇxǝʇɹǝʇuı</i></b>i</span></span></div>
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Somehow, the level of meaning, intended and happenstance in a write, are co-dependent upon the level of the reader gleaning, i.e., their 'comprehension' their 'wonderment' and all of their 'bad-education.'</div>
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it has become evident to me, that the 'meaning' envisioned by the Author will probably have been revisioned by the Reader. Hence the subjective like/dislike quality to the tale told. Engrams or HieroGlyphs branded in the brain via synaptic structures are inter-looped: there where you can gather more dendrites by adding new memories to old thus creating a modular set of precepts in the garnering of meaning. Musing further, to use Socrates validation, <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">'seeming is often master of the reality'</i> and we therefore need to agree to terms for an agreed meaning to be garnered. To deter the 'revisionist' and march like 'soldier lemmings' off an agreed upon ledge, to 'meanings' fatal fall, to reasons fatal flaw ... that it is co-dependent upon Language=Syntax (agreements of form) for connecting, while Poetry is the flow and rhythm of words, sound-scapes which create meaning from word-movement; reflecting is optional!! and yet we 'disturb' meaning by recreating Language in our own image according to these HieroGlyphic-synaptic modules we've garnered. Subjective intertextual ironics made of objective (echoing Nature) uber-lexical sonics become the happy dance of gleaning meaning.</div>
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Language is a bridge, connecting, but the bridge has a syntax you gotta' pay to getta'cross<span style="box-sizing: border-box;"> what you wanna' say; Poetry is the stream below, murmuring, reflecting many Suns; meandering modulated-sounds for each 'n everyone!<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />In the phenomenology of Love coupled with the visceReality of joyousness which frissons up the spine, what remains is our own courage to change the world from inside out withoutta’ doubt, that lost Art of interior-design … it starts with wonder imbued in awe, unbound by the language of ‘reason’ nor by the fatal-skin we’re in, uncluttered with the pitter-patter of patterns promulgated by all of our bad education nor spoilt by the cliché of tribal-mediocrity!</span></div>
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Caput inter nubila condit.</div>
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She hides her head among the clouds. </div>
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The happenstance of meaning,</div>
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in a hodgepodge of words.</div>
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with inherent seeming allured. </div>
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One is Joy, </div>
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another addiction.</div>
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Like me, </div>
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like my </div>
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inflated sense</div>
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of word.</div>
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Flags waving,</div>
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look at me,</div>
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and my words</div>
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we are WRITEoUS!</div>
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We are what we</div>
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Write.</div>
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Write flowers</div>
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and streams</div>
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and</div>
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windy chimes.</div>
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Face facts,</div>
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Words escape</div>
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meaning</div>
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with cowardly</div>
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defenses like</div>
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paragraphs</div>
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and</div>
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syntactical</div>
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alliances.</div>
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Prepositions </div>
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pasteurize,</div>
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so that whimsy</div>
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and</div>
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freedom are</div>
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battered,</div>
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suffering</div>
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split infinitives.</div>
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Similes with</div>
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spiritual</div>
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accents</div>
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and</div>
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distinctive</div>
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adaptations of</div>
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cunning.</div>
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Read liberated, inebriated;</div>
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fight the</div>
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oppressor, as</div>
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the maker of</div>
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meaning</div>
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is</div>
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you! <br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><div style="box-sizing: border-box;">
you </div>
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hear infinity in the conch of your ears hissing there </div>
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while liquid last eyes </div>
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see the numinous that's moving-us</div>
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into an ephemeral shining at the back of the mind,</div>
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illuminating the limits of the fatal skin you're-in -- <br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />let's be</div>
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dumb and </div>
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stare at forever!</div>
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let's be this grinning </div>
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empty, drooling,</div>
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free of meaning, ghost-hunter of the eye...</div>
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nevermind worrying in soft murmurs, </div>
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let's linger astutely, <br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />then hardly at-all,</div>
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then, nonetheless</div>
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when it's all but over,</div>
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wrap it up</div>
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in many Mansions</div>
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<i style="box-sizing: border-box;"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;">Xpanding negative-space</b></i></div>
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...from the eye</div>
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of a howling-pen,</div>
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language-weeps</div>
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language-weeps</div>
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after-words language-weeps</div>
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from the wounds that reason makes;</div>
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seeps from the wound of omission,</div>
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seeps from some super-scary-SaṃsKāra,</div>
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seeps from the whirl'd of tunneling-fear,</div>
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seeps from some gimme-gimballed duality,</div>
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the wound that is an imperfect rorriM:MirrorRorrim</div>
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where they're trembling from the loss,</div>
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from their lessons upon the alter, from getting stoned, over and over again,</div>
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in the wailing rhythm of suffering;</div>
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innocent victims, like you and me,</div>
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lost between infinite-Love and "I'm not worthy,"</div>
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there, you know, just there where the stretchered edges in longings go,</div>
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where we all strive to Love, yet stray only to affection,</div>
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and falter lessor still, yes, there where we whimper in the clinging,</div>
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instead of weeping for the longing Dream, </div>
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there where were bursting at the seams</div>
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of what it all means...</div>
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pop</div>
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jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-56688493071845188022013-03-28T17:44:00.001-07:002013-03-28T17:44:38.278-07:00Al'giberAbu Mūsā Jābir ibn Hayyān (al-Barigi / al-Azdi / al-Kufi / al-Tusi / al-Sufi), often known simply as Geber, (Arabic: جابر بن حیان) (Persian: جابرحیان) (c.721–c.815) hence and cognate the etymology of gibberish, in which arcane mixtures, these 'darkly grace mixtures," which were known to have transmuting properties, which he then oh-oh obfuscated in his Poetic fugues, simply as a precaution; the door-between-worlds, or wormhole in space-time, this frequency-rift, could result in catastrophic consequences for one or both of these instances in alternity -- thus when his Zykir sonics rose in ebullience, in the rhythms that were known to open a portal, his visage would glimmer between worlds ...<br />
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jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-38578552771386415902013-03-21T10:02:00.001-07:002013-03-21T10:02:18.847-07:00romanticism<br />
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the romantics like Blake, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Byron, Shelley, and Keats move us with the rhythms of the numinous -- The Poet is often a Romantic and the vision of Romanticism echoes the Devotional Bhakti Yoga of the East. -- Novalis, the German Romantic Poet wrote, 'We read Poetry to heal the wounds that reason makes,' while I also garden for the same purpose, writing has often been a balm to what is lacking in the, 'please be reasonable' approach to living -- the Poem is never finished, the writer is always writing, grasping at the numinous, the unreasonable - guided by a pen dipped in laughter and tears, hopes and fears - aspired or enthused, drunk or merely called to a task he cannot finish as truth 'n beauty have no beginning nor end -- the writer is the pen and the words he has caught in the wind, a speaking heart singing a longing tale where there is only one Poem, one Story, one Song -- a deeply conflicted Romanticism -- a plaint of Beauty which cannot be captured nor knows any fear, yet is neither consummated in passionate embrace, a kissless kiss, a touchless face -- so sHe goes to that longing Love that shall ne'er be won, peregrinated to follow an ancient aching heart, 'til life is done --</div>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_Rr-TAMfAc/UUs877_N8_I/AAAAAAAAC7E/Rx0XtezJJa4/s1600/poetry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="88" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_Rr-TAMfAc/UUs877_N8_I/AAAAAAAAC7E/Rx0XtezJJa4/s200/poetry.jpg" width="200" /></a>in Romantic Mysticism the longing is often an allusion to the ever seeking Heart yearning for the beloved as the goal is Love; experienced but never sated - Oh, to kiss the beloved with the same kiss the beloved kisses me, and in that kiss live an eternity - Oh, our hearts know this, Love attracts Love, is the secret of the kiss -- and the law of attraction is a sympathetic-vibration, as above, so in you, as you're moved from wonder into awe, your eyes glitter with the beauty that you saw -- all Lovers invent the Beloved and then the Music, the Poem, the Story is always about that -- the Lover makes the music, the Poem, the Story as a texture of that ancient ache, a reality play which changes in innumerable revisions and realizations, forever voyaging with the heart as compass - always going, never arrived - Love has no opposite -- the opposite of hate is discriminating wisdom...<br /></div>
jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-6302207082841803082013-01-05T16:10:00.001-08:002013-01-05T16:16:41.183-08:00mantra-trivia in Tibetan <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; line-height: 17px;"><span class="GRcorrect" grcontextid="after:0" grmarkguid="4b1f3a6e-7bd6-4733-9c89-cb8f86f14593" gruiphraseguid="356e8311-eaba-49cd-8a49-c4a68be786c4">after</span> we'd recite in alacrity, we'd meditate on where the words dare not go, '<span class="GRcorrect" grcontextid="n:1" grmarkguid="3b8ffd8b-5293-4512-b32d-250d43a359fc" gruiphraseguid="356e8311-eaba-49cd-8a49-c4a68be786c4">n</span> learn to relate about what we did already know, in a language only that the heart can show, and it's clear 'cause it's not about you, no, it's not about you, anymore...</span></span>jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-25798702959394600522012-12-13T09:09:00.001-08:002012-12-13T09:17:53.823-08:00mea-culpatterns<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span class="GRcorrect" grcontextid="for:0" grmarkguid="ccce735e-c578-4ca9-bafa-56d415c5e628" gruiphraseguid="5cba6c5d-a14d-4de2-9925-69baf7a95b9d">for</span> dissonant growls<br />
<span class="GRcorrect" grcontextid="and:0" grmarkguid="3ef68467-ed10-407e-b52d-9edb554a8449" gruiphraseguid="f35adfc1-cbf2-4cc5-a6f1-4ce12755b37a">and</span> raucous rants<br />
<span class="GRcorrect" grcontextid="all:0" grmarkguid="276fc889-5e96-4648-bc52-660062b24a4c" gruiphraseguid="d41c2485-af43-44ca-88fd-78212596e32a">all</span> diseased by your need to disagree...<br />
<span class="GRcorrect" grcontextid="between:0" grmarkguid="20426b3c-79b9-4825-9ff4-7e06868b456d" gruiphraseguid="938340f9-c006-44b5-9fb4-a916a8eab908">between</span> your terminal-shadow of despair,<br />
<span class="GRcorrect" grcontextid="where:0" grmarkguid="9fc7e8e9-de2c-4388-9d00-d607238ed81c" gruiphraseguid="1ff00310-86e2-4098-bdef-99357674ef98">where</span> your dark inadequacy lingers,<br />
It'll <span class="GRcorrect" grcontextid="dismantel:0" grmarkguid="d367a344-88b6-4c24-b303-6470959b5a41" gruiphraseguid="dc492791-4057-41fc-a6ba-c720aab30130">dismantel</span> your misery<br />
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<span class="GRcorrect" grcontextid="pieces:0" grmarkguid="7dd9fd56-9c1d-49d6-b24e-9961a8d5fefc" gruiphraseguid="4e2144dd-7a13-4208-b38b-351b9e03d226">pieces</span> of you<br />
<span class="GRcorrect" grcontextid="that:0" grmarkguid="1f310d23-f7b0-4d47-8dcc-d8660fb953d6" gruiphraseguid="90337330-55c9-4136-970b-e147f099f964">that</span>'re not nearly risen ...<br />
they make short work<br />
<span class="GRcorrect" grcontextid="of:0" grmarkguid="e68c0d39-486c-45a7-a678-5d43e28c2922" gruiphraseguid="cbe9d730-88e7-4794-84ea-14ccb9467ed6">of</span> the inviolate rhythm of your suffering;<br />
<span class="GRcorrect" grcontextid="in:0" grmarkguid="b47a96f4-e26b-4336-83c8-e11c25e6f1d3" gruiphraseguid="9fe9fbf3-6c8a-446f-bd7e-512f2588a555">in</span> the simple words of death,<br />
-- <span class="GRcorrect" grcontextid="forever:0" grmarkguid="76520ae3-be17-4a44-9762-a816d8f996d9" gruiphraseguid="b7e2ed25-e657-4da0-8ad9-2682841e6e86">forever</span><br />
<span class="GingerNoCheckEnd"></span>jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-66824393615098256322012-10-02T11:56:00.002-07:002012-10-02T11:56:12.812-07:00the kiss<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;">to kiss the beloved with the same kiss the beloved kisses me, disappearing into each others mystery - oh our hearts know this, love attracts love is the secret of this kiss ...</span>jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-5668613423454114352011-09-11T22:48:00.000-07:002011-09-11T22:48:56.078-07:00the stream-winners<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvE0pEMFzpk/Tm2dLvy0HpI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Kf1eY-ysu14/s1600/Angels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvE0pEMFzpk/Tm2dLvy0HpI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Kf1eY-ysu14/s320/Angels.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><br />
well, that's a choice and many ascending-avatars spent eons of time in their caves trying to get out from behind the many-reflections of this sentimental-reality in flow -- this was the goal for awhile and they were called stream-winners when they'd finally grasped that the numinous moving-us is just a trick of the light -- <br />
<br />
however, the means of getting out of the stream all together was as illusive as stepping in the same stream twice, so they sat staring at forever, until wonder turned into awe and their eyes glittered with the beauty that they saw, and then they found that the stream returns in an infinite 'eternal-recurrence' which means that not only do you step in the same stream twice or more, but that the stream craves you more and more each time it passes by, longing for you in infinite waves, speeding up to feel you deep-inside; 'tis then that you have more and more deja-vu's flowing inside-out to open your eyes wide, from this free-flowing streaming-embrace, this free streaming-love in which we each take a step in grace ...jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-67668263736415445772011-09-06T19:33:00.001-07:002011-09-06T19:33:59.426-07:00ssǝusnoıɔsuoɔ.consciousnessit<br />
begins in ʎʇıxǝldɹǝd.perplexity<br />
as the absurd.pɹnsqɐ-man<br />
arrives at the nature of reality<br />
<br />
without conclusions ʎlsnoıƃılǝɹ<br />
without religion ʎllɐɔıʇılod<br />
without politics ʎllɐɔıɟıʇuǝıɔs<br />
without science ʎllɐɔıʇsılɐʇɐɟ<br />
without fate ʎlƃuıʍouʞ<br />
without knowing ʎlqɐʌǝılǝq<br />
without believing ʎlǝʌısnlɔuoɔ<br />
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perfectly ʎllɐɔıxopɐɹɐd.paradoxically consciously-pǝʇɔılɟuoɔ.conflicted<br />
with all these incongruities converging into the<br />
moment he crosses the street;<br />
his-heart<br />
still affected by the dark<br />
restless sea of awareness --<br />
<br />
bent before his fierce-vulnerability,<br />
he's an innocent victim like you and me,<br />
lost between infinite-Love and "I'm not worthy"<br />
<br />
<br />
we're all bubbles of consciousness, bubbles of brilliant shimmering hues, bouncing and bullying each other around while looking for ways to merge with each other; leaking through our surface tension, we're wiggling 'n jiggling for that 'special' one come to burst us free to really be whom we ought to be -- life is real only then when I am bursting at the seams of what I thought reality means <br />
<br />
-- as such, the Poet is like a sphere with her centre everywhere and his circumference nowhere, without beginning nor end, always rolling, rolling ’round ‘unknowings’ wondrous bend - mostly metaphor is a trick of the light to get these reflections just right, so, you-know, it’s glinting in your eye as you release into the ‘flower of meaning’ with a sigh; like looking at the mesmerizing-sea glimmering-many-Suns, so sympathetic-tessellations resonate in your oceanic-brain, where synapses shivering-sentient luminescence, reflect again ‘n again … then you’re an ecstatic swimming in a whirl’d-view, swooning with another oceanic-dream waving inside of you…<br />
<br />
“Nature is an infinite sphere whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere” Pascal<br />
<br />
"God is a circle whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere." Voltaire<br />
<br />
"The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity." NietzchejeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-12494221644590898512011-09-05T20:01:00.001-07:002011-09-05T20:24:26.086-07:00neither compelled by the past nor future beckoned...if fears 'n worries are nothing but a hapless-spin, then hopes 'n wishes are its better-off kin, nonetheless they're both creating the duality-delusion we're in ...<br />
<br />
intellectual-ism is a knee-jerK reaction, a survival specialization, like an exo-skeleton or thick-skin made to cover your soft-flesh, and that beating heart flush with warmth 'n blood, and all those 'leKtrick-filaments dancing in your brain, flashing as lightning in your eyes, from whence you'll look and look and dare to see the Beauty in this whirl'd of creative-destruction, and the Truth in this human. this all-too-human sentimental-reality ...<br />
<br />
The goal is Love! The goal has always been Love, however derived, denatured or deconstructed we make it.<br />
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-- that's where a cosmic sentiment is a serendipity which is bent toward your infinite-in, there where love is a radiant bouquet, bursting to blossom as you, over and over again -- there, where the music in you is wanting to play in a mellifluous-voice which only the heart can hear, that'd take you into a melodious rhythm 'n roll 'round the sound of a whirl'd swelling with a kiss of bliss, 'tis this that'd speak in that uncommon tongue, the Soulful one, which is willing to risk absurdity in an unfettered language, and is divested with an unbounded-eye not limited to the fatal-skin yer' in, there where you're looking and looking and daring to see, this creative-destruction outpouring into another sentimental-reality...<br />
<br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">The French Symbolist credo that “To suggest is to create; to name is to destroy” can be modified here, on more neutral grounds: prose denotes; poetry connotes. Thus is Truth 'n Beauty made as if a crystal with many reflections.<br />
<br />
As Lorca wrote: I hear the beautiful beating heart of God, in the monster of the world...</span>jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-21184847806998576172011-09-03T12:38:00.001-07:002011-09-03T12:38:28.673-07:00elastic-timeelastic-time is when you're on a roll, whistling as you go, feeling on top of the whirl'd, where compressed time blooms and unfurls, expanding your point-of-view to doing what you've gotta' do to be true to the authentic-you...jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-46519450643683662552011-08-21T10:18:00.001-07:002011-08-21T10:23:41.095-07:00winds of changeIn the phenomenology of Love coupled with the visceReality of constant-remembrance of the beloved, what remains is our own courage to change the world from inside out withoutta' doubt ... it starts with wonder imbued in awe, which is unbound by the language of 'reason' nor by the fatal-skin we're in. It's uncluttered with the pitter-patter of patterns promulgated by all of our bad-education nor is it spoiled by the comfortable-cliche' of mediocrity! Fear tunnel-visions and converges toward where all the dead-ends meet -- while joyous-remembrance opens the whirl'd in a frisson of being, in a revelation of seeing this sentimental-reality as a perennial wind of wonder that blows with creative destruction everywhere...jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-64738549390030841862011-08-15T20:13:00.000-07:002011-08-17T21:35:41.729-07:00we feel itChange is a seemingly hostile environment to our little cell:brain biology paradigm. Cognitive dissonance is a process where a massive retooling of our synaptic pathways is occurring, often resulting in 'temper tantrums' and breaking things and other 'bad' behaviours learnt by all of our 'bad' education. Yet it is in that very process where neurons coalesce into a new flower of meaning and significance.<br />
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This is reflected in these riots and random acts of defiance. We’re living through some very difficult times, and we feel it in our bones, in our hearts and in our minds; this new-paradigm is bursting at the seams of what it all means, and by an internal-fire made of many-reflections of realEYEsed light, our in-sight, where deep calls to deep, which’ll bend space n’ time ’round Quantum-tunnels flowing within as divine, and then all that matters in this whirl’d-view is that we cross the line, from what is old to what is a new interior-design…<br />
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All men make a God of their desire and history repeats itself ad infinitum ad nauseum... nonetheless, creativity is a process of change and the Artist is an agent for change. They'll disturb comfortable-meaning and unravel recursive-cliché by their fierce-vulnerability, by their courageous-authenticity and by having been bent by their beautiful-individuality...the Truth in this sentimental-reality is rolling in the changes of creative-destruction we see everywhere... <br />
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"...a progression in which each successive movement emerges as a solution to the contradictions inherent in the preceding movement." -- HegeljeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-78347289334422945212011-08-10T20:39:00.000-07:002011-08-10T20:39:44.746-07:00intellectual-ism is a knee-jerK reaction, a survival specialization<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">intellectual-ism is a knee-jerK reaction, a survival specialization, like an exo-skeleton or thick-skin made to cover your soft-flesh, and that beating heart flush with warmth 'n blood, and all those 'leKtrick-filaments dancing in your brain, flashing as lightning in your eyes, from whence you'll look and look and dare to see the Beauty in this creative-destruction, and the Truth in this sentimental-reality ...</span></span></h6>jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-55497699691713420472011-08-08T19:45:00.000-07:002011-08-08T19:45:18.346-07:00sometimes my heart is about to burstsometimes my heart is about to burst 'cause when you notice beauty, beauty notices you -- that's where a cosmic sentiment is a serendipity which is bent toward your infinite-in, there where love is a radiant bouquet, bursting to blossom as you, over and over again -- there, where the music in you is wanting to play in a mellifluous-voice which only the heart can hear, that'd take you into a melodious rhythm 'n roll 'round the sound of a whirl'd swelling with a kiss of bliss, 'tis this that'd speak in that uncommon tongue, the Soulful one, which is willing to risk absurdity in an unfettered language, and is divested with an unbounded-eye not limited to the fatal-skin yer' in, there where you're looking and looking and daring to see, this creative-destruction outpouring into another sentimental-reality... those who see this world so intuitively, they're aware that these syntactical-alliances of language are not capable of parlaying a look that dares to see this creative-destruction, this sentimental-reality; as such, they're moved by these feelings of beauty whirl'd into a push and a shove, swooning with the power-of-love ...jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-87246386840026651602011-07-19T19:44:00.001-07:002011-07-19T19:44:07.113-07:00breath is full and strong again<span> Just completed a 8.62 km bike ride with RunKeeper Duration 0:26:25 | Calories Burned 211 Average Pace 3:04 / km | Average Speed 19.58 km/h | Elevation Climb 170 m <a href="http://www.linkedin.com/nus-trk?trkact=viewShareLink&pk=network_update_snippet&pp=0&poster=47839631&uid=5499276756164550656&ut=NUS_UNIU_SHARE&r=&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Elinkedin%2Ecom%2Fshare%3FviewLink%3D%26sid%3Ds480247836%26url%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Flnkd%252Ein%252FrKGSSg%26urlhash%3D_VMy%26uid%3D5499276756164550656%26trk%3DNUS_UNIU_SHARE-lnk&urlhash=T3EX" target="_blank">http://lnkd.in/rKGSSg</a> </span>jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-33350496797208550572011-07-19T14:09:00.001-07:002011-07-19T14:09:58.333-07:00riding in the Sun<span>Just completed a 6.79 km bike ride with RunKeeper Duration 0:24:23 | Calories Burned 184 Average Pace 3:36 / km | Average Speed 16.69 km/h | Elevation Climb 144 m <a href="http://www.linkedin.com/redirect?url=http%3A%2F%2Flnkd%2Ein%2FA3WwRw&urlhash=fX1M&_t=NUS_UNIU_SHARE-lnk&trk=NUS_UNIU_SHARE-lnk" target="_blank">http://lnkd.in/A3WwRw</a></span>jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-88819704252790418742011-07-18T13:37:00.000-07:002011-07-18T13:37:21.227-07:00Cycling Activity 8.66 km | RunKeeper<a href="http://runkeeper.com/user/AlchemiA/activity/43850489">Cycling Activity 8.66 km | RunKeeper</a>jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-76510206966262224442011-04-28T17:46:00.000-07:002011-05-01T13:04:09.821-07:00Xpanding negative-space<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5GM_MiqB-E/TboKRNNkiXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xuciglwNi8c/s1600/Joseph_Wright_004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5GM_MiqB-E/TboKRNNkiXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xuciglwNi8c/s320/Joseph_Wright_004.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><i><b>Xpanding negative-space</b></i><br />
<br />
...from the eye<br />
of a howling-pen,<br />
<br />
language-weeps<br />
language-weeps<br />
after-words language-weeps<br />
from the wounds that reason makes;<br />
<br />
seeps from the wound of omission,<br />
seeps from some super-scary-SaṃsKāra,<br />
the wound of tunneling-fear,<br />
seeps from some gimme-gimballed duality,<br />
the wound that is a mirror<br />
<br />
there where they're trembling from the loss of blood,<br />
from their lessons on the alter, stoned<br />
in the wailing rhythm of suffering,<br />
...<br />
innocent victims like you and me,<br />
lost between infinite-Love and "I'm not worthy",<br />
<br />
there where the stretchered edges in longings go,<br />
where we all strive to Love, yet stray only to affection,<br />
and falter lessor still, there where we whimper in the clinging,<br />
instead of weeping for the longing Dream, bursting at the seams...<br />
where the mirror is cracked, where the bubble-breaks,<br />
there<br />
where its dark and deep...<br />
<br />
it's the plight of the unbelonging to be longing to belong,<br />
bent before their vulnerability, they're overwhelmed<br />
and underunderstood, as a fierce-grace burns conflicted,<br />
their wounds are open-wide, to let the light inside ...jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-55293693092072593392011-04-28T16:19:00.000-07:002011-04-28T16:20:31.789-07:00The Alchemy of Word<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yyUmN2TlsOY/Tbn1z_V6__I/AAAAAAAAAVY/edyIKKDzlfM/s1600/metaphoricalBrain.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yyUmN2TlsOY/Tbn1z_V6__I/AAAAAAAAAVY/edyIKKDzlfM/s320/metaphoricalBrain.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><b>This Is Your Brain on Metaphors</b><br />
By ROBERT SAPOLSKY<br />
<a href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/11/14/this-is-your-brain-on-metaphors/?ref=opinion" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/11/14/this-is-your-brain-...</a><br />
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<br />
<i>"Our brains are wired to confuse the real and the symbolic. And the implications can be as serious as war and peace.</i><br />
<br />
<i>A single part of the brain processes both physical and psychic pain.</i><br />
<br />
<i>What are we to make of the brain processing literal and metaphorical versions of a concept in the same brain region? Or that our neural circuitry doesn’t cleanly differentiate between the real and the symbolic? What are the consequences of the fact that evolution is a tinkerer and not an inventor, and has duct-taped metaphors and symbols to whichever pre-existing brain areas provided the closest fit?</i>"<br />
<br />
Do we dance the brain or does the brain dance us... what's a metaphor for?<br />
<br />
Religion, Science and Politics are often immured in an arrogance of ignorance, i.e., promoting cliché as self-evident, eh, in that they define their percepts with allusions of their own creation, managing their metaphors in a sort-of Möbius-strip logic —a self-fulfilling prophesy!<br />
<br />
In the phenomenology of Love coupled with the visceReality of joyousness which frissons up the spine, what remains is our own courage to change the world from inside out withoutta’ doubt, that lost Art of interior-design … it starts with wonder imbued in awe, unbound by the language of ‘reason’ nor by the fatal-skin we’re in, uncluttered with the pitter-patter of patterns promulgated by all of our bad education nor spoilt by the cliché of tribal-mediocrity!<br />
<br />
In the beginning was the Logos, and the Logos was Theos ...<br />
<br />
Another 'meaning' of 'LOGOS' was 'MIND" and 'WORD' was an extension, the action of mind ... because 'thought' was imbued with 'LOGOS' and therefore 'THEOS' stirred. The word became a sort of Magical creation on its own. ... and the Word was God! Ergo the 'word' as LOGOS could actually change things; where the idea of incantation Magic comes from like the AbraCadabra Myth.<br />
<br />
Goethe was, among other things, an Alchemist. As such, he was aware of the principle of 'Sympathetic resonance' found in the Emerald Tablets of Hermes Trismigistus, a line of which is, 'As above, so below'. Even words are imbued with potential, acting as agents of change.<br />
<br />
"If you treat an individual as he is, he will remain as he is. But if you treat him as if he were what he ought to be and could be, he will become what he ought to be and could be." -- Goethe<br />
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Heartfelt words of magic, igniting Grace to action. The Alchemy of Word.<br />
<br />
I do not think Goethe was intending any singular future for those individuals he was referring to in the above quote. Rather, I believe his intention was to 'free' the person from imposed personality constructs, both from within and from without. Neither compelled from the past, nor future beckoned! Free to become who they ought to be; in God’s image, you see.<br />
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Simply put, he believed that we are all Gods, but we have forgotten this over lifetimes of uncertainty and fear; the veil of ignorance; and that by the miracle of Love and Courage, and our God given freedom to choose, we can become again as Gods. It is this, in which he beckons us, with the quote above.<br />
<br />
We're Masters in the making. Yet we're fools of our own predispositions; a veil of ignorance covering our sight from the very Heart of it; the bliss of this sentimental-reality.<br />
<br />
There are Alchemical principles which can turn our very base proclivities and experiences into this Bliss of Gold through the catalyst of 'Constant Remembrance', Sankalpa – Subtle idea – the inner name of God. We become what we Think in Wonder and Joy! With Grace and Love we become whom we ought to be, Simple and in tune with Nature, naturally.<br />
<br />
<i>Man is what he loves.</i><br />
<i>If he loves a stone he is a stone;</i><br />
<i>If he loves a man he is a man;</i><br />
<i>If he loves God--I dare not say more,</i><br />
<i>for if I said that he would then be God,</i><br />
<i> ye might stone me!</i> -- St. Augustine<br />
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Ghandi stated, 'to be the change you want the world to become.' Dr. Wayne Dyer said, 'change the way you look at things, and the things you look at change.'<br />
<br />
Quantum physics has shown that depending on the observer, light is either a particle or a wave. (Quantum entanglement theory) It is a strange power that the observer has, is it not? How we see ourselves and others would have similar consequences, n'est-ce pas?<br />
<br />
-- what was it that Einstein pondered when he spoke in a mathematical show 'n tell? "if I rode on a beam of light through the deep dark reach of space, what would I see? what would I be? would I be anyplace?" then he chuckled, stuck out his tongue, made his eyes go wide, "I'd be everywhere at once, bent toward the infinite, really deep inside."<br />
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A word can convey a meaning and change a mind, infused with 'Joy' and 'Love' it can change a Heart and that's forever!jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13271110.post-43952913785149809352011-04-26T16:06:00.000-07:002011-04-26T16:06:30.840-07:00civil-writes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TARjOS0O59I/TbdP7E7rWqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mAFX8sS9kyA/s1600/SpiritualPerson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TARjOS0O59I/TbdP7E7rWqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mAFX8sS9kyA/s320/SpiritualPerson.jpg" width="106" /></a></div><br />
<br />
?what does a Spiritual-Person look-like?<br />
do they dare to look and look and see,<br />
with an essential-self in-congruency,<br />
<br />
are they sloppy-solipsists for-soaking sentimental-reality,<br />
hail'd by Mary everywhere on their pinnacle of doubt,<br />
cross'd in-divinity, individuated against impossible odds,<br />
a magnificent rebellious-angel both within and with-out,<br />
so illuMentated with a fiercely-individual light,<br />
or are they more often under<br />
understood and out-of-sight<br />
<br />
do they make meanings so merCuriously aware,<br />
do they wear super-fantastic under-wear,<br />
naked just-there, between their inner-whirl'ds and<br />
outer-airs, expediting creative-destruction's negative-space,<br />
a certain semi-someone somewhere<br />
so enthralled with all the rush<br />
at the speed of life<br />
rolling with their body of cycles to<br />
cross the thresh-hold of push and shove<br />
just to make-nice...or<br />
<br />
are they just innocent victims like you and me,<br />
lost between infinite-Love and "I'm not worthy?"jeRRyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08353636898033676254noreply@blogger.com1