Sunday Springs
Today I am exploring the upload of movies. This site is still under tests before I begin the launch of some fabulous audio!
Evening...There is a stillness. I can hear the far reaches from within wanting to play a chord, sound a new note but stillness will only allow its emergence. It's not a wait, it's a turnover of the fabric that laces the soul. The fabric needs to restitch itself into no stitch at all.
Look for the slit. That's the true portal. That's an opening that can expand and widen the sights.
Seems there isn't much to do but its hard work in the non-doing. Letting go of everything I know, remember or even can foresee. Letting go. It's a whole new route, never paved just to unravel with an in and out breath. New dance, I say. New dance of play. Adventure on, don't think you see anything...just don't think.
Clear that dirty mind, the one that dies and the one that forgives. Cleanse, leave it, don't make a wish. It is a whole new day.
Frightening at times, no doubt. not a thing to cling to. Even that scrummy self of self, no don't look there. Don't look! Give it up and don't spend time dwelling on the giving or the up. Don't dwell. But do find that expression, the ever flowing go, the unending springs. Listen, perhaps, hear how the springs cleanse and then cleanse again. Whatever passed your way it will not return. New pass. Flowing springs. Listening works.
Evening...There is a stillness. I can hear the far reaches from within wanting to play a chord, sound a new note but stillness will only allow its emergence. It's not a wait, it's a turnover of the fabric that laces the soul. The fabric needs to restitch itself into no stitch at all.
Look for the slit. That's the true portal. That's an opening that can expand and widen the sights.
Seems there isn't much to do but its hard work in the non-doing. Letting go of everything I know, remember or even can foresee. Letting go. It's a whole new route, never paved just to unravel with an in and out breath. New dance, I say. New dance of play. Adventure on, don't think you see anything...just don't think.
Clear that dirty mind, the one that dies and the one that forgives. Cleanse, leave it, don't make a wish. It is a whole new day.
Frightening at times, no doubt. not a thing to cling to. Even that scrummy self of self, no don't look there. Don't look! Give it up and don't spend time dwelling on the giving or the up. Don't dwell. But do find that expression, the ever flowing go, the unending springs. Listen, perhaps, hear how the springs cleanse and then cleanse again. Whatever passed your way it will not return. New pass. Flowing springs. Listening works.
posted by Dolphturtle at 2:16 PM
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