Youth suicide

Youth suicide..

an uncomfortable topic

scheduled this week

for a Pillar group 

discussion..

Finding the root

we might focus

on seeming reality

and the illusion of

the self separated..

Our birth said Wordsworth

is but a sleep and forgetting..

From sleep springs a

dualistic start with

persuasive power

a cultural foundation

of 2 not 1..

Pursuit of Awareness

Pursuit of Awareness

We are taught:

Awareness

 is ever and always

our true Self..

Graceful Awareness

is peace and happiness

a Reality constant

available to all..

Gaining access though is

a perennial question in time

through years of separation..

A pursuit is enjoined

a pursuit named trying

many paths of searching..

When trying alas fails

with pained resignation

a dissolving reveals

Awareness unveiled...

Past and Future

The past is made of memory, the future of imagination. Neither have any existence outside the thought that thinks them.

~ Rupert Spira

potholes

potholes

heavy may rains

seeped and spread

those potholes now pocking

streets we all tread..

estimates reach far

for final soothing 

of these daily jolts..

perhaps a message

from these

many jagged holes

forcing contemplation

of fossil fuel tolls...

Fenceposts

Fenceposts

barely hold frazzled wire

no obstacle now

with intention lacking

this former boundary 

condition..

But now these elderly posts

seem quaint with beauty

beauty acknowledging

separation as 

temporary thought...

Mr. Bowman

Mr Bowman..my first employer

was an office manager of Western Union

in small town Colorado..

I as delivery boy with my new bicycle

mobility and freedom limited this day..

Saturday earnings replaced Saturday play..

I found time as burden as time can be

time between telegrams oppressed

as I found suffering of separate self..

Mr. Bowman reinforced the illusion

of which I speak..

So let me say: may he rest in the peace

which we both were seeking 

in those now remembered

time passages of youth...

Gazing

Gazing

A challenge for some
only the gaze
finding both
separation and love..
Words interrupt
making love hide
until once more
simple gazing
reunites...

Meet Artist Marina Abramovic a former Yugoslav artist now based in New York, who started her performance art career in the early 70s. Her work mainly focuses on the relationship between the audience and the performer. She explores the infinite possibilities of the mind and the limits of the human body.

In this performance she spends one minute sitting and looking at a total stranger.  Lots of people showed up, but when this one man sat down, her response gave me chills and goosebumps.  The man who sat across from her at 1:30 is Ulay her former lover.  They broke up over 30 years ago and haven’t seen each other until this exact moment.  She was so shocked by this surprise that she is hardly able to complete the minute.

Her reaction is so powerful that it brought me to tears.  This is such a touching and beautiful moment.

http://www.sun-gazing.com/woman-sits-many-strangers-man-shows-got-chills/

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