5 haiku

Cliff's shear face

sun's shadow recordings

endless pages...

Chips of glass

on pavement reflecting

not cutting now...

Time for haiku

new turbulence makes entry

quick light...

Spring sun warmth

winter chill seems past

fire danger...

Scrub oak branches

surprising elbows and turning

tree contains all...

Center rising

it is the building
destroying repairing

joys and suffering..

at last awareness

of the fuels

and readiness

for the Center

and all Centers

in their time

to rise

and return...

Saturday morning haiku

warmth in cornered sun

chirping birds nesting squabbles

street motor noise..errands...

A painting once seen

man in Sunday dress fishing

Easter morning river...

Tree shadows  11:28 AM

sun angle miniature projected

diminished in light...

Attention to breathing

exhale noise and nature and day

sunlight inhale...

Filters (haiku)

Bare tree branches..
failed filters of morning light..
water restriction headlines...

A sparrow falls (haiku)

Morning sparrow heartbreak
crying out..mate's auto collision..
chainsaw buzz..spring trimming...

Road Markers

on this road and

 many roads headed

toward this weekend..

those palm branches

severed from roots..

cloaks cover paths

with joy above while

dark gathers below..

a vineyard parable  

finds narrow lenses..

then a coin

two sides a surface..

though these Markers

demand absorption

sleep still reigns.. 

will we and they

very soon Awaken..?

(Gospel of Mark,

Chapters 11-20)

Deo's Cloud

keeping company
 Dan's found cat..
Dan to spend
Easter day away..
some soft food
a treat he awaits
then lengthy bath at
 self-rendered pace..
retreat then to
a back bedroom
house quiet now..
 a tick then tock..
recalling his story
Deo found Dan
not Dan this cat
chance encounter on
fated library step..
time now to depart
a bedroom glance:
Deo now enclouded
his white pad
floats...!

Parabolic escape

we are clothed 

in our assumptions

the proverbial wool

over our eyes..

it's a matrix

holding us captive..

original lofty insights

in science religion

solidify in time

standards and creeds

then prevail..

our habits of life

in comfort enchains..

the torus movement

offers this solace:

all these assumptions

make wonderful fuel

for an upward

parabolic escape...!

Frosty trail

Just now returning
opening my door..
warming and retiring
a winter fireplace..

After a time on
a deserted trail..
watching other woods
fill with snow..

Large flakes floating
and sticking..
unique pattern each

building white depth..

Fleeting they live
only this moment..
isolate one flake
now joins whole..

New white body
defies imagination
only my footprints
set order now..

The village owner
I hope he reflects..
in such chaos
his minor role..

This lacy flake
which made entrance
now unseen as
circle and center..

I then joined
that village owner
we're both ready
miles to go...

With apologies to RF....

The Sacred of Geometry

Geometry is everything and is everywhere ,,,,,

Fires of enthusiasm

back then and

now

wishes for fire

to burn and break

the reality at hand..

a reality turned away

self-absorbed

frightful black caverns..

but then a caution

for greater patience

infinite patience..

advice rendered that

greatest revelation

appears now in our

cataclysmic dark...

Writing with Cranes

an empty white page

begins this recording 

a writing exercise..

 cold winter morning
9:47 AM overcast
snow to come..

standing eyes closed in
 a dampened grass field..

lost eyesight gave way

to memory and
to senses remaining..

this spring migration

filled imaginations..
long beaks search 
hidden insects within
a spongy earth..

cottonwoods wind-sheared
their vertical height
constricted and flattened
earth's jealous limits..
then we heard
a distinct high voice
the krrrh ascending
 our perspectives reversed..

 a singular high place
 a timeless hovering 
 distant fields imagined
those earthen limits..
wings now extending
with expansive strength..
 then remembering our
 Shivering Discomfort..!

Enough..!
to sheltered warmth
we now fled...

With appreciation
 for writer
Susan J. Tweit
and her lesson at 
the Crane Festival,
San Luis Valley,
Colorado

The Sacred of Geometry

“You are the Master, the Teacher and the Guru ….. You are everything….You see, there is nothing else but you in this Universe…. Keep that in mind stop searching …. Just BE”

Justin Totemical Art

Lik

Fourth Dimension

a work in progress  :)

all interconnected

and entangled

no time no space

travel by unifying

with similar light

simultaneously here

and there..

our 3D projection

creates limitation

constricts larger whole..

when imagination 

realizes limitation

it resists attraction

and finds

what surrounds

this wider view

finds 3D as edging

the creation indeed

inside of 4D

we are citizens

of the fourth...

Journaling Cycle

our journaling discipline

formed in six steps:

Narration

some warmup words

perhaps drawing or photo

 pen now at ready

where we jump in..

Emptying

first we list

what's to be emptied

put it all down

pleasures and pains..

Removing

these are obstacles

label future and past

futilities recognized

we've trimmed our list..

Anchoring

with shorter list

peering behind entries

find lurking there

Light of the moment..

Listening

this is Creation

WE are creating

cleansing the old

Writing new birth..

Reflecting

mind now diffused

a Cycle made clear

a Voice was heard

new Narration appears..

Now WE step

into our day

riding our Cycle

pedaling our Way...!

My Torus

Imagine, if you will, a swirling energy

Dancing around a core

Forever compelled to enter one end

Of a doughnut-like hole

Converging, traveling up and

Flinging out again in a creative burst

Spreading in all directions

But pulled by an irresistible force

To follow semi-circular paths

Back to the base

There to be reunited, renewed and then

Flow up and out again

And around and back

And up and out

And around and back

Again and again

And --

Can this Torus imaged energy be universal 

Both encompassing the cosmos

And small carbon units like myself

Did my atoms arise from the core and

Manifest in a splendid journey

Through colorful space and finite time

And will my spirit go back

To coalesce in the core

And spring up again

And again and again

And --

Are black holes in space

Magnetized entrances into a doughnut hole

where compressed energy races up the core and

Spews out in a sprawling light show of universes

Until it is all called back to the base

To be fused again, transformed,

Recreated and sent up and out

And around and back

Again and again

And --

by my friend,  Thelma Peck

the World lens

a mother's truth

with wide replication..

 truth of her

child's special light..

she denies what

the world beholds..

and lives to suffer

as the gap unfolds..

and when the world

with rational lens

finds it compelling

to restrict enclose

denial is then

transformed to 

tears...

See short story

"He" by

 Katherine Anne Porter

the Torus

we are prompted

in these hours

to find awareness..

awaken in the

dreams we live..

to recognize a

matrix disguise..

the matrix masks

hides our Reality

misleads our senses..

one simple form

of sacred geometry

gifts a key for 

 sought transform..

a torus in motion

may unclog

 life's flowing stream..

the torus connects 

light and shadow..

its motion cleanses 

exposing new light..

the torus introduces

new energy sources

with-in and with-out

reaching intractable

hunger and pain..

torus is ancient

lost now remembered..

much yet to know
but a Torus may be

creeping into

our morning

meditations...

See the film

"THRIVE"

and much more at

 www.thrivemovement.com

Metamorphosis

cycles of life

vibrations in flow..

eating with vigor

ego's voracious growth..

the environment's gift

our nurturing home..

skins are shed

in healthy growth

new skins spread to

catch new light..

internal transformations

fearsome and ugly

we must restrain

a caterpillar demise..

those processes within

plant beauty outside..

blood to our wings

then we fly

cosmos and each
and all...

Maggie

her warning unheeded
he strayed and departed..
she built a life
cycles with helmet
opening to strangers
love and light..
her daughters' paths
one home attached
the other on border..
union with splits
this prodigal fractal
creation's repeatings...

Jolene

She waited tables in

storied valley manor..

to a train strummer

she was mated..

fixer of hair with

energy and mystery

just these Lifedots..

revisiting the manor

Jolene since departed

no one remembered

her wispy details..

many Jolenes

only imagination

fills in...

Winter road

Sun sparkled snow

on lined peaks

western storm clouds

inexact forecast overlay

shifting patterns of

warnings and watches

fractals of life

glimpses of light

chaotic ground swirls 

this the Middle

breathing...

The Torus

Nature appears to rely on one core recurring pattern to evolve life at every scale – the torus. It is a donut shaped energy vortex that you can see everywhere from atoms to galaxies and beyond.

The torus is nature’s way of creating and sustaining life and it can serve as a template for sustainability. Knowledge of the pattern is already advancing fan and propeller technologies, powering clean, “new energy” devices, informing non-violent self defense, and helping us better understand the nature of the “unified field.”

Psalm Light

A deeply centered Light

filtered and broken

enlivens all creation..

we need assistance

for our recognition..

humility to imagine:

multitude reflections

sensing one pattern

of center and mirrors

an awareness leap

fear births awe...

for Hilda and

her posting of

Psalm 67

Mr. Dawkins' vessel

life can overwhelm

our brains soon stall

overloaded with that

confusion out there..
changes and edges

these matter most..
in natural selection

differences do rule..

 patterns repeating 

must be discarded
same old sameness..
survival succeeds

his elegant view..

thus a long chapter
bringing this day..
has time now arrived
to finally meet those
 patterns of old..?
patterns most humble
enfolding of change..
 fiercely holistic and
formed as images
in many dimensions..
their sharp message:
sorry.. without us
nothing would be...

this is based on
Richard Dawkins,
"Redundancy Reduction
and Pattern Recognition"
easily found on Google..
I hope my reading
is reasonably accurate..
if not, apologies to Mr. D..!

I am Bette..

and I am fine..

she speaks first

this her report

each Monday noon

when our group

Soup Salad Scripture

convenes to her

weekly de-light..

Visiting her home we

met precision and grace..

a white decor reflects

 her sun-lightened hair..

in her elevated space

we imagined the Peak

 closer than before..

her walls portray

her art fascination

a loving life partner

all in this Moment

times in Alaska

and the wide world..

with all this

she served us wine..

we know now

she is Bette

and she is fine...

DMT: The Spirit Molecule shared Free Your Mind and Think's photo.

4 hours ago

The Inner Light.
"Expansion" by Paige Bradley

Paige Bradley has created one of the most striking sculptures of our time. This masterpiece, called “Expansion”, is a naked beautiful woman, whose body is split and emits light.

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The Sacred of Geometry

“You exist in time, but you belong to eternity. You are a penetration of eternity into the world of time. You are deathless, living in a body of death. Your consciousness knows no death, no birth, it is only your body that is born and dies, but you are not aware of your consciousness. You are not conscious of your Consciousness, and that is the whole art of Meditation; becoming conscious of Consciousness itself.” Osho
David Wilcock image
Unknown Artist

Approaching loss

finding this morning

awareness of loss

the obituary entry

this physical sense..

those lesser deaths

portrayed as loss

fill electronic news..

Approaching loss

Or loss approaching..?

loss seems woven

 into our fabric..

our morning Nutrition:
approaching is longing

to locate disclosures

of buried light

under the garments

 we wear...

a STARBUCKS revisit

Over the centuries

a transforming logo

promoting and shaping

our dance with coffee..

a seafaring birth

fifteenth century siren

exposed and sensuous

twin-tailed mermaid..

her seductive history
reached to Seattle

with nautical theme..

one lasting effect

many centuries told
with modified modesty

her crown remains..

this enduring connection

upper and lower

crown and creation

transcends the coffee..

the logo reminds us:

 senses through time

stimulate and attract

crowned light above...