ORGANIC GROWTH
Let thy hair grow into something spectacular and grand. Focus and relax the shoulders as you breathe into the world and allow yourself to take a step back and breathe.
Pause. Enter into the dimension of relaxation, a place so strange and uninhabited that merely a few know where to locate it.
Are you one of the few? Take another breath. Dance the night away with your thoughts as they slow down to a beating rhythm. Take the music of silence and breathe new life into the unknown; over the garden wall lies a place so bizarre and lamboxtrious that the sounds themselves do not make any sense at all.
The wind speaks in different languages and the water whispers with every receding edge. Ghosts linger and spirits dwell within the trees. A new waking slumber for the foxes that search deep into the night listening to all of your secrets.
Your lover is bequeathed by a gargantuan dragon of lore. A treasure kept secret for too long a time that only the knights of the diamond table can rise from their stools and set themselves on the perilous journey before them… and us….
For this conscious stream lies heavy within the mind of my receiver, as my voice lacks the conviction to type entirely accurate what is being said, but instead wakes in the slumber of forgotten rhythms and the beatings of the soul within. The breath aligns itself with a Creator who is stronger than me in all regards, yet a part of me wholly.
Taken from my lap setting firm feet on ground, felling the energy course freely through my bones an extension of my blood and organs pumping with life.
My heart, a home for the spirit; the heart, the body’s valve. Well aligned, blood flows freely into the vortex of new life and purifies the water of body.
To die from the heart. A fatal blow, yet perhaps the spirits seeks self-destruction? A calm ego placed tenderly in an uninhabitable host. A vehicle whose functions are doubted and misguided. Delete?
What a tragic thought the occurrence of death in our lives. The waters flow through the temperament of new channels within us.
New connections, an ever-defining narrative of strife and renewal. The misery of bliss and the ecstasy of tragedy.
A sweet paradox taking sour notes of truth.
All paradoxical, all dual yet complimentary in non-dualistic nature.
A Sympoiesis of organic and inorganic energy. What is organic?
TO let flow the organic moment. The present. The self revitalizing instance of present awareness. The searching of nothing and the finding of everything. A path of virtue. Nature. Heaven and Earth merged; a bridge between worlds.
Words fall short of describing, yet the whole awareness of a horizon grasps the coming dawn.
Where does the invisible process lie?
A stillness or subtly that guides through with empty hands. The pause (or tipping point) between two breaths. Inhale; Exhale. A crest and a trough. A wave. All waves.
Waves built into matter. Following the scopes of reality as perceived through our interpreters. Singing Loudly. Perhaps so loud that father time cannot ever go to sleep.
Distancing our ability to hear the melodies of the divine graces.
A stagnated flow. Biting its own tail; unaware of the spiral which organically grows.
The circle is permanence. The spiral, impermanence.
An ability to think beyond frozen scapes of rigid ideals.
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The new paradigm, a world of love and sense. Awareness tightly knit into the hearts of all. One dance which we may all join. A curiosity to learn from each other. Creating and sharing an infinite number of dances. Organic growth.
