Posts Tagged 'air'

384. A visit with August Moon

I brought my attention to the heart, which is the heart of all.

The sun started to shine from the heart. The energy of it started to grow all around me as a balloon.

I made myself comfortable inside of it. 

I counted slowly to ten and the balloon disconnected from where it was and started to fly, without my control.

I came to a big door and looked at it.

I had a key in my hand and I observed the key.

I placed the key in the key-hole and opened the door.

I went in.

Beyond the door, there was a beautiful landscape, like one of those that sometimes come to me on their own.

There was a stick on the ground and I took it in my hand.

I drew with it another door in the air. I drew a handle on the door

I thought for a moment what I wanted to find on the other side.

It was August Moon. I wanted to meet with August Moon.

I drew on the front of the door an interpretation of him. It was a little bit like the drawing that I have here next to me, on the door of the closet. Many lines in the air.

I went to my heart and brought out my feelings about him.

I put them in the drawing and spent some time looking at the energy of my lines.

I opened the door and went in.

August was all the air around me and had no end in all directions. There was nothing to see, and yet I knew that he was there.

I felt my love to him and his love to me.

A question came to me: Why am I here, in my life, in America, with Anita, with all the people that are in my life, and with all the things that I know? What is the purpose of my being here?

You are here to see how beautiful everything is, and to love everything, was the answer.

August, I said, I don’t want to be alone.

You are the most together that anybody can be, was the answer.

It was time to leave.

I turned around and walked back through the drawn doorway. 

I was in the balloon of energy. 

I counted back from ten to one and came back to my body.

I breathed and felt my body. I looked around at all the objects in my room.

I knew that I am always with August. He is inside of the undefinable me, and I am inside of undefinable him.

379. Cried

Cried

More brown could
Ground this painting
But there is not enough of it
And the colors feel like air

A pale sad column
Stands up in the middle
And is being echoed
At one side

I looked at pictures
Of some loved ones
Who have died
And cried.

352. What will be?

Innocently
And with children’s joy
They slowly move
With their belongings
In the air.

It is the end of the line,
They think.
What will be the taste
Of empty space
When we are gone?

247. For this time

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In some place

Like in so many others

For this moment

The plant is attached to the tip of the world

 

The balance of flat and broken and empty

Of dots and leaves and feathers

Depends on

One very thin line

 

In a way that is unknown to us

The open chord of feathers in the moving air

Is perfect

For those who also like dots on a white surface

 

This is a rock

For children

Who make rocks and plants

From dreams.

242. What do you want to do now?

The trees brush your window

The trees brush your window

The trees brush your window

The precipice steals your breath

The cloud calls you to fly with him.

What do you want to do now?

With your morning coffee cup in hand

You let your dreams glide among the trees

To the horizon and beyond.

What do you want to do now?

You know how the trees negotiate their growth

To agree with their surroundings

You know, as you had made them be that way.

What do you want to do now?

The sky

Of sweet air

Always comes to you.

What do you want to do now?

 

 

171. So light

Mountains and valleys dance

Mountains and valleys dance

The mountains have wings

Just here now they fly

They flow

The creek

And the banks

Dance

Rocks green and river

Go light

And up in the air

Fly to nowhere really

Just here now

Mountains

With little towns on top of them

Dance.


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