fly by

As newly born space seedlings, we fly into the sociosphere and psychosphere of Earth; we complete X number of orbits, then spin off, out and away again, enriched, battered, and transformed. While orbiting through this density, we absorb and reflect, continuously transmitting messages of our ongoing orbital impact to all and to the Source of our seedlingship. Then we leave. Mission fulfilled.

i know this

I know this: that we are the Cosmos Itself embodying, that the challenge of this age is to open to the voice and the action of the Cosmos that we are, to shed our simple little cha cha mind, our personal soap operas, our quest for security in a world on fire, and to open to our Larger Being.

the human guitar

Strut and fret: Characteristics of a guitar and of a human.

diaphor

We live in accord with the metaphors we have adopted. They now form the shaping of our consciousness. (Folk with differing clusters of metaphors find it hard to understand each other.) Few open to diaphor, the seeing through, the making transparent of metaphor, the widening and expansion of consciousness.

prancing on a pony

Every one of us has a story
of who we are, of what's going on.
Every one believes their story to be true,
other's stories as unreal, and give explanations
that convince no one but themselves
and their fellow story inmates.
Very few dwell outside of story.
The story of no story is still a story.
Few know how to just be
without prancing on a pony.
This is my story.

no problem

Whatever you believe, you believe, and as the current phraseology exclaims, no problem. As for me, I take things personally. God plays the scales on my harmonium and occasionally bursts into a symphony of joy. We merge and there is no we. No indulgence in self-exiled cosmosturbation.