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270. Sending questions to myself

Published July 13, 2017 evolving , Intuition , making art , meditation , Reading art , Spiritual 1 Comment
Tags: Conversation, do not need, forgot, friends, letter, message, myself, smile, soup, teacher, wind

Boiling conversation

I had an imaginary conversation

With a teacher

I let the conversation boil

And took it off the stove

To cool down

I saw I do not need this food

Any more

My soup is ready

Between the milky-way

And Andromeda

I wrote a letter this morning

And forgot to send it

The small waves

On the surface of the ocean

Carried the message for me

As far as it was needed

My friends are listening

Everywhere

They smiled

They flip flopped

They sent the message back to me

With the wind

Next time when I write

I’ll take the letter out myself

And put it carefully

In my own mailbox.

176. Moving fingers and toes

Published February 2, 2014 energy , evolving , healing , Inner light , Intuition , making art , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual , The world of thoughts , Truth Leave a Comment
Tags: joy, love, microbes, new ways, one, rules of conduct, secret, smile, social order

Microbes

Microbes

In the middle is a package

With a secret

Of unknown consequences

All other things in this picture could be microbes

With a very elaborate social order

And rules of conduct

But in spite of that

They cannot contain their joy

For just being able to move their fingers

And toes

And they keep doing it

Secretly

But since all of them are doing it

They discover each other

In new ways

And through their joyous smiles

Become one

With no beginning

And end

Enfolding endless possibilities

Of love.

148. One

Published April 21, 2013 energy , evolving , healing , Inner light , Intuition , making art , MAking it possible , meditation , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual , Truth Leave a Comment
Tags: accepted wisdom, being one with another, habitual, one, playing a game, separate, smile

Crossing over

Crossing over

I am coming in carefully

Habituated into making certain movements

Smooth and strong

Listening in the ways that I have learned

Meaning to just cross over

To the other side

But doing this

I have to step on some accepted wisdom

Of the locals

Graceful and wise

They let me pass

Pretending not to pay attention

While they send me a smile

From the corner of their eye

Time passes

With dark nights and windy rains

In spite of being separate

We get wet together

And we realize

That in our separateness

And in the ways that we communicate

We are playing one game

And we are not two

But one.