Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Post Bloom...

Now and here, present, the unique bloom that comes from all the ranting and resisting and rebelling... Its here in the heart as a vibration, a particular pitch, a sirens call that sends a silent and resilient sonar. 
I can hear the call again, clearly, and see where blame has chiseled a case, stormed judgment and self loathing, appointed evidence and effort as witnesses, and condemned creation to the podium...
From this realization, from the expression of anger, through consciously and compassionately seeing it while it moves through me... there is an energetic bloom that is born, and for this I am grateful. 
This bloom is a color, I've not been exposed to, its a texture that a jelly fish would think slippery, soft, and vital... its a vibrational entity all of it own....and it asks me to go slower, stop more, be silent, and slip off alone away from the raucous human party and paint a picture about Mu and the way the trees (in that land) have pin feathers and literally (for literal purposes) bleed ultra-violet streams of continual consciousness....

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