This Ancient Now

anteroom

2006-09-22T17:09:00.000-04:00

Below the links and prev posts
There are four connected "houses" here
for slightly different kinds of writing

you can jump from house to house,
a list of pieces is on the front page of each

the front page is a pic page only but is 1st on the list
comments on the front page in each House will be lost
There is a "home" button at the bottom of each individual page
that takes you back to that house's front page and list

~This Ancient Now~ (darker) (*you are here)
~Asylum~ (lighter)
both contain pieces

~Personal R & D~
is where the dailies are posted usually
of a more biographical nature

~This Whole Area~
is meditation/
the whole area of awareness
some dialogue action already going on there.

Questions and Comments Welcomed

to commune

2006-09-18T00:49:00.000-04:00

Words form as if from nowhere
to exist in the mind
as little ability to exist on their own, as flowers in the air
they can be marshaled and manipulated,
turned to some advantage...
they can be flung accusingly, angrily at an outrageous fate
or corralled and lovingly placed
like diamonds in the black velvet of sky

to live is to merely exist...and to suffer
amongst dreams both ahead and behind

to commune, which means to both give and receive signals,
is to discover shared meaning
and that all life, recognized in the mirror of experience
is brethren to this urge

to rest finally from interpretation
to appreciate...it's value for it's own sake and no other

the meaning is as unfixed and fluid,
as un-containable as light itself.
To find the chords behind the melody,
the body of rhythm that gives rise to the beat
while singing the chorus of nature
a voice distinct but not separate
or alone

darkness and light

2006-09-17T23:39:00.000-04:00

Darkness...the misunderstood friend
down deep where we can't identify,
label and discard things
down where seeds that need the dark,
cover and moistness to quietly grow...
the slow climb to the surface and light

creation destruction life and death
words for attributes of the One
that we can never know with our thinking brain
there is so much more
than the verbal and rational could ever grasp
we realize in this light how little we know
and how wonderful to discover
there is somewhere
not covered in footprints and man made foolishness

inbetween lives

2006-09-17T23:14:00.000-04:00

when the dynamo of the galaxies
takes quarter in the solar plexus

a year-round residence inner-sphere
a local chapter of the godhead

a searchlight mind opened wide...
diffused

the silence swarms and descends
a porous, natural and dynamic state

we return with it...
a smile on an unborn face

the story (for be)

2006-09-17T22:33:00.000-04:00

So full of love and energy
and yet you insist on the story that takes it all away.

There is nothing...that can be separated out alone
no girl , no world, no history, no wound,
no salvation, no negative, no positive,
no human, no inhuman
all these fragmented peices,
thoughts converted into feelings...
reside inside one movement of now....
that's all you've got.

One whirling mass of dust and light
pinioned by forces unimaginable
and a spark in the galactic night
hovering over a dream made
inside another dream

when love is here
(and it always is)
it shines
(i miss it too)
but the sun reveals the grain of the wood,
the shadow of the grillwork in the garden
the hum of the airborn and children's voices
it comes into view

Photo by davin AFK