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That's a long description, but it's actually a short process.

Thanks, Suchi
guess it had been too long is all.
(would post it now, but it took me forever to get to it in the first place, browsing through tons of online spreads. Two trees, side by side, their roots entwining and beautiful colored leaves gently falling).



How does one come to Intimacy, whether found in Oneself or with another?
There are dark passageways to travel.
Honesty.
Being entirely honest with oneself first. Maybe some people are more gentle with themselves through this process. (more ideal I would think, although still having to remind myself of that).

I think of the American Indian ritual of digging a grave in the earth. At nightfall, the person climbs in and stays there entirely throughout the night. Facing all their greatest fears (creepy crawlies...the vulnerability of the unseen noises of the darkenss)...in the morning One is reBirthed. Emerging with newfound strength and confidence in their Aloneness. Sometimes life's traumas are similiar.
The Darkness is faced.....the Dawn's rays can then be ever so more bright and tender to us for the experienced endured...survived.

You will not always receive openness from others. Most often people camoflauge or posture themselves to hide more vulnerable and honest feelings away.... in order to protect themselves.
This is where the sensing the Unseen and Unheard become Vital.
Through yearning for connection and understanding, out of caring for them, listening to the more quiet beats of their hearts...the subtle unsaid behind the said. The held-back action that so wanted to express but just couldn't brave itself to be.

The ~Flow~.

Give/take...receive/return...back and forth a beautiful dance.

Our hearts are delicate treasures.
We hope to Love everyone and give however we can.
We try our best.
To reach out to the forsaken, the forgotten, the outsider...especially those longing hearts.

Yet...to give in places without cherish...without return...without however subtle recognition...leaves one more hollow and weary for the giving. You can lose appreciation for your own heart altogether if surrendered into pulling vacuous holes.
Intuitively sensing for a flowing to Special Spaces where the heart may return to thee in Flow, is important to the delicate Heart's endurance.
I sense for these Sacred Spaces now.
If I feel no flow......onwards I travel to where it's found.
And so reTurned.

I strive for this Beauty. No longer lost/it's found (returned).
Cherished so much for the rarity of its existance....the Braveness of it's Opening.

Thoughtfull is what INspires Us

Ah yes.
True nurturance comes from Blind Faith inDeed.
Allowing Life to penetrate the armor we sustain , in defense of our Selves, amongst the outer Soles ,who a Peer to Be Miss Taken. But in Truth, Love Us for who we are.

How is It, that Intimacy BEcomes Perception of Oneself?

From where do we BEgin to draw conclusions?

Each one of Us has our own story.

BUT.
Without each Other.
We have know One to Identify with.
Or
See Our Selves.

Thank Goodness for the Other Tree.


Without HU, I cannot See me.








Chahles

Halo All.

Spring hiatus has taken the Words right out of our mouths it seems....quiet round these parts so....since humming doesn't work so well on the internet...I reckon I'll keep on keepin on hear.;)

Been thinkin bout the Trees and all, with Spring in the Air and metaphors everywhere.

Seeing how Life comes Full Circle in the obvious of Mother Nature....I too sense a stir in my Sole as I embrace the morning Sun lately. Peering out the early AM window...I no longer feel a Lone in my striving to Be a Live. I am comforted with the slightest signs of Hope, as the morning creatures make busy their daily regimen. Almost dancing in Glory at the earlier Rise of the warm Sun. The fervor is contagious.


The Trees though, still stand silently, as before, but with noticeable difference. Sure, their limbs hold fast. Their roots gnarled and buried safe within the Earths womb.
The slightest breeze goes unoticed in the bare bark and twigs. BUT...

Inside.
Deep down inside.
There is Magic conjuring.
Kinetic Energy abounding in a symbionic process...with patience as it's guise.

Standing tall to thwart the Elements,
Trees are a reMinder of Constance.
Reliance.
Patience.
Accountability.
Trust.
Hope.
Everything Beings strive for.

For without them, we would not know the passage of Seasons.
We could not count on the arrival of Lush Green Eden.
We would not be able to identify the passage of our Time here.
We could not breathe.

To pass a Tree everyday....knowing it has stood THERE it's entire Life.
Maintained it Self, no matter what the circumstance.
Stood tall;reaching for the Sky.
Leaning to the first and last Rays of the Sun.
Waiting those gentle Rains.
Weathering the harsh unforseen Storms.
Giving shelter to any and all who need.
Displaying to all animated Life that indeed, there is Power in just BEing.

Here's to BEing in Humans.


Stand up and give yourself a hand.
Or should I say,.....a limb.

Thank goodness for Trees.


THE LAST LEAF
" And if I should Live to Be,
the last leaf upon that Tree,
In Spring,
let them smile as I do now,
At the old forsaken bough,
where I cling."
Oliver Holmes 1809-1894



Chahlie

That was beautiful Chahlie
Your words expressed here reminded so much of my "Dawning of a New Day" poem.. What inspired me to write this particular poem was sitting at my computer looking out my windows at the sun rays streaming through the trees one very early morn. It truly inspired me and your words hit so close to home... I'm surrounded by trees and all that nature has to offer and this is what I value most,other than family...
Is'nt it amazing to think of the life of a tree... and it is firmly planted in one tiny little spot on earth to forever remain, grow, nurture and provide... A perfect example of the meaning of life...
Bren~

Halo Bren.


Oh Yes. Treez....my Constant Comapanions.
A Oneder this Time of Year.
reMinding Us,....Once aGain
Every so s l o w l y
Life Be Comes.

Why is It in this Time do We Wonder?

Is It the stirring of Bees?
The tenacity of grass?
The tormentuous Dance of The Sun and Clouds?
The Hope of In No Sense?


Treez.

Standing stoicly for Ever more.
reMinding Us We are warm
In Side.
reMinding Us We can Move.
any Where.
reMinding Us We can Change.
any Time.



Wow.

Trees inTomeSEE more than huMANS can Be.














Chahlie

Hi Chahlie, This is perfect opportunity for me to share my favorite tree among the many that stand upon our 97 acres. This tree has a special feel to me... Once you see it I think you all will understand why.
Love, Bren~

How Great Thou Art.

Trees.

A Tree that Stands a Lone.
Amidst the many

One
That holds attention
and commands
admiration.


How Onedrous.


Thank you Bren for a glimpse
of Some Where
I Never been.

A Place of Existence
That Stands a Lone
in
Your
Whirled.


Trees can do that.


Give Us escape into Stillness
Where Placment never Knows.
For Here Is where It Is....


Every
Day.

Thats whats so a Mazing.
About Life.

It can affect You.
without
Trying.

As do Each of Us.

Hear.

Listen

and

Speak

Your Mind.

Only those who can here

will Stand Under.

Giving only of them Selves
to Stand True
amongst
them Selves.

How comforted It is to Be
to Be a Tree.




Chahlie

Trees

thank you, Suchi

Wonderfully weaving Threads
fabricating close knit ties
that Bind.

How cool is it we wander into our Selves
and end Up
with Trees.

Purhaps man's only True Friend.
The Lone Ranger amongst the constant movement of Beast.
ForEver birthing without possessing,
Trees are taken for granted.

Like many of those who stand in Silence
awaiting the Right Time.
To Become what IT is they are
Here For.

The Earth Be Longs to the Trees
as does the Tree Be Comes the Earth.
Carefully land scaping It Self into
the Pulse of Gaia.

Giving All.
Wanting No Thing.

Truly a spectacle for IntoMEsee...
what better Place to find One Self?
But under a Tree.

A Haven for birds...pixies and elves.
a Fortress for prey who need a hideaway.
a shady spot for those who lost themselves...
a reMinder tomorrow is another Day.

Without Trees
There would Be only Sand and Water
Cement and Steel.
A Place where Spirit does not Exist.
Nor Life for that Matter.

The Tree of Life grows within Us All.

reMember to nourish It's roots
Injoy it's Fruits.

Speaking of Trees......

Recently I have reread, Dr. Seuss's, The Lorax to my Suns
to project fertile feeding for their fragile sleepy eggshell minds....Hoping to rekindle my Self to my once lost ever seeking in no sense of reMembering what really matters in this WHirled despite the constant badgering of the informed "middle age" I have entered without my consent

AND

as I began to read the whimsical alliteration of jumbled nonsensical Weirds made up by the mad Neptunian, I discovered my real Eyes reading the age Old story of the Fall of man and his constant preoccupation with progress and personal advancement. BEtween each rhyming line and colorful illustrations, I sank in disgust at the pathos of huMans and their neverending need to exploit the WHirled around them for self gratification and reward.Knowing very well, in their heart of Hearts, do we need more thneedy's? And if we do, what price is paid for them?
Why do we need such things? And more importantly, why do we teach our Children, our greatest reSource, to need them?

Can we really LOVE stuff that much?
To the extent of neglecting everything else in their pursuit?

Have we lost all sense of direction?

Does anyOne or anything matter anymore to Earthlings?

Must the Humans all ways BE in a race?

Will no One grab the Reigns and steer Us home to our Selves?

Or must we sale our Selves into the Tide of disPair and confusion?
Floating, floundering in mirrors,makeovers and McMansions
Botox and Hummers,IPO's and ATMs?
Living at the Maul.





It aGain, made me contemplate intimacy.


I know.


Seek the Truth.
Look within...
Another age Old adage.

It seems within is now with out.

For even the core of Truth has leaks now and only in God can we Trust.



And as their sleepy Eyes close, and I close the book,
I think how I long to BE young aGain.
With the hope and fury of Righteousness...
the courage to stand a Lone and speak OUT

and to truly BElieve in no Thing




Chahlie

Utilization.

thneedys hunger beyond material objects onto living Souls.
Gauging how they can be used for gain.:(


"You have a beautiful gift of taking one small kindness and illuminating someone's entire being from it, regardless of what they've shown contrary."

Because...it makes all the difference.

Some Thing. Anything cherishable in this World....sometimes makes all the difference between Believing/Flourishing and entire loss of Hope. Bringing Meaning to Meaninglessness.



I know this makes little sense....I lost the post I originally wrote,

but will return.


Thank You, Chahlie.
For sharing your thoughts.
This Sea (into me Sea) is quiet and serenely beautiful...

but Vast in its remoteness at times, wondering if others care and sigh as well.

Although it seems vast and empty...the deafening silence hears more Prayers than God on Sunday. For I know, that we ALL feel the same deep inside.
We ALL Think.
We ALL Hope.
We ALL Need.
We ALL Want.
We ALL Seek.
We ALL Pretend.
We ALL Wonder.

ALL of Us is One with Each Other
But Each of us is a Part of Our Selves.

And togather, we are A Lone in this Whirled.
a Lone to BE One.
a Lone to BE more than just our Selves.
a Lone
but
not lonely ....

IF

we Truly Share our A Loneness.


CHildren do not have the priviledge of contaminating
nor the ability to complicate
or the reason to complexify

PURENESS.

It resonates from their Being
to BE WHOLE.
Instilled in the Open Mind of a Child is Simple.
To Love
and BE Loved.
Chapter One- The End.

They learn from their teachers to BE Have.

They shadow and mimic
Postulate and contort...
Vieing for affection and attention.
Creating BEhavior and ultimately formulating
Perspective.

Analasses.( )\

A Sense of themSelves viewed by those whom they Love.

A Mirror of Intimacy.
For Ever reinforcing the Need to BE Loved.



Can Love Exist without an Other?

Would we feel It if It did?

Could we show it to our Selves?

With No Thing left to give?

InTOmeSee.

WhaddayouSee?




Chahles

Quote:

---

InTOmeSee.

WhaddayouSee?

---

A little girl who likes to wander off into the woods alone.

My friends
would have scared off the woodland creatures with their loud shouts and games.
Or they wouldn't have wanted to explore the places that I wanted to. They would have gotten hungry, bored, wanted to go home.

Looking back, it's funny, it just really dawned on me...that I was most often alone, with never any thought of it being strange...or different. Just doing...without analyzing the reasons for it. It just made me happy...was all I knew.

Twice, back in time, I was chased through the woods by dark, lone men I stumbled into out there. It was scary.
To wonder what they wanted of me...to think of how vulnerable I was....
running, frantic for escape.......their heavy, rushed steps gaining distance, closer and closer behind me.


I made it safe into the clearing both times just in the nick of time.

Looking back, it seems so symbolic of Life and its numerous potential dangers. Trying to find a haven of safe balance,
where you can keep the innocence within you, unaltered, and ever explorative,
while armoring the outside with a pretense of a discriminative harder shell, then the truth would imply. Like a soldier on continuous guard duty....ever alert, ever aware....listening, watching, waiting.
Protecting the child within and the children in his care around.

Getting chased never kept me from my lone wilderness wanderings. You'd think it never happened, but inside,
I was remembering....more alert...listening.
Diciphering animal from human noises from the weight-sounds of cracking brush and branches..

Breathing warm sighs of gratitude when I felt safe enough to Be, after all surroundings were discerned and I could meld into that Silence only adorned with Beautiful, Comforting Chaste Nature Noises....Alive, heart quickening ever so, with the excitement of pioneering some little unknown adventure.

"Can Love Exist without an Other?"

Yes.

"Would we feel It if It did?"

If True and Pure...always.


"Could we show it to our Selves?"

Sometimes the Self is the only one who
can fully experience it.
The feeling begins and exists in the Self...returns to the Self.


"With No Thing left to give?"

With innocence, love is never exhausted.
The only burden that could ever limit its infinite vistas
is corruption of innocence.

Halo Lady BlueDove

So nice of You to invoke this Thread,.
Sometimes this CyberWhirled is quite like my frantic Mind...
answering Questions I asked long ago.
I suppose the answers come when needed most or the Teacher appears when the Student is ready....
something like that.
But the ability to continue conversation after long lapses give One a sense of beLonging...a Spiral Path with no steps or direction....only upward and onward.

So Love CAN exist or does exist without an Other.
It simply Is. Existing. Pulsing. Being.
Without another to share it with.
Like the Garden of Eden,we are told,...
where Adam is a Lone,...
in paradise...
with his Creator and all the splendors of Life to share
He loves then. Himself. His Creator. His surroundings.
Do he feel that Love back?
Does it resonate through his lonely hand?
Does he love his reflection in the still water?
It is complete love?
Without the exchange?
THe reciprocation?

I believe Love does Exist without any One.
It is the Sole Primal Force that Creates every Thing.

If the Love, Being True and Pure, allows us to feel It without the exchange of an Other,...why is it that All Beings seek Love in One and Other.
Why is the pursuit of Love spent searching outside our Selves?

and if,,...we, in our Quiet moments of real-eyes-ation, allowed this Love to fillfull our Beings enough to discover and harness it's capabilities...would we...could we allow our selves to simply Be Loved.
Accepting it's Gifts and Loving our Selves?

Love in no Sense. The Best Kind. My favorite Flavor.
A Moment in Time captured like SnowGlobes.
The untouched Heart of Pureness and fragile forgiveness of unknowing Minds....
I agree that Love can never be exhausted here.
It is perpetually replenished through for Giveness.

I see this in the Eyes of my Children.
A Place I long to Be
A Place I seldom for get about.
Until,,... somewhere...at some Time
Silence and a Daydream
reMind me
that I too Be Long.

Dear Chahldean,
How beautiful! Thank you.
Love,

'innocence'

Hey You Peoples....

Watching Words Dance Upon frozen Eyes.


Oh the In No Sense!
A Place we all wish We could Be.

A Never ending Game of Duck Duck Goose.

Knowing only what We Know.
Trusting Each Moment to Be the Truth.
Allowing an Other to enter our Whirled.
BEing.
Inviting.

What has become of that Place?
Have We left It
upon a shElf?

To stand the test of Time?
Left only for the YOUth
who wish only to reMember?

did we for get how Easy It is?

I think may BE.

I can reMember write Now.

Can You?


Can You see so far into Your passed to reCall it to Words?

We All were Once BEginning....

with

One


and


another.


Subjective in our Objective state of Being.

Share with me this Bread won't You?

MMMMmmm.


It is Life We share in.

and I'm glad.




Chahlie

Oh my. We must gather together some of the beautiful poetry of CE posters and put out, at least, a special poetry issue of the newsletter. It would be a beautiful, inspirational thing for people to have.

Chahl, do you have time to go through threads here and in the Lovers Garden and pull together a pile of gems that do the soul good? Not to put you on the spot or anything?

Maria

Halo mARIA

So good to read You hear in our quiet corner of the Whirled. Yes, I agree there is much Onderfull writing here from all the KnowFlake Mystes who continue to delve deep into their HEarts and share such fantastical notions and BEliefs. I real eyes You must need and Elf or two to help You keep the WORKSHOP running...and I am glad to help. I may need assistance from any other who may wish to share such an endeavor...for there is much to go through. Also, is there any Place we can store such gems? Or cut and paste them>? I think I may need help from some of our Techies. Nonetheless, I am hear to help.



Chahlie

Lovely
Lovely post, Chahlie
and Lovely thought, Maria.
There is much beautiful inspiration
in the archives here for sure.

Ah,...here is my Quiet Corner of the Whirled. I think I'll just find a spot on the floor here and stare at the ceiling a while.....let all those frenzied Shopaholics step around me. Maybe they will take pity on me and drop a coin or two in my latte.

"The more things change,....the more they remain the same." They say. It took me a long while to figure that simple phrase out. Always trying to stand Under human behavior and learn for my Self why we do the things we do.

People can Be so fascinating in their daily Rituals.And watching them even more astounding when they walk by without even noticing your presents.
People watching can give One real insight into an Others Whirled and a fresh outlook on One's own. It allows me to stand outside the Motion Picture and observe People as a "species" and thus help my intoMEsee. Knowing and caring for others as Strangers can be almost easier than actually caring for close,dear and near Loved Ones.
Or is that just too Aquarian?

I know though, that when I do STOP LOOK AND really LISTEN to those whom I come into contact with...I do acheive a sense of BElonging. A Feeling of connectedness that produce these notions of "good will" to all Men (and Women). An intoMEsee that can only Be shared in fleeting moments of catharsis between Understanding Minds. PAssing a Stranger on the Street and seeing the distress and concern in their I's, knowing just how they feel in their small snowglobe, but unable to reach out, express, relate to those who bustle around them. Feeling isolated in a crowd. Wondering IF anyone stands Under them. A whole novel of emotions running through just one sentence. We rush home,....Seeking refuge in our warm, locked humble abodes, we await intoMEsee in I solation.
An acute Paradox I'm afraid.

"Tis the Season to Be Jolly' Fa ra ra ra ra, ra ra ra ra

As I stare into the mirror of Humanity, I see my Self becoming Human again, with yet one more chance at Being Humane. All without the yearly visits from all three ghosts.
I smile,...step aside, let them pass,...hold the door,..."thank and please" them...shake hands....wink and grin...knowing....
That in the End,..."the Love I take is =to the Love I make."

So why not BE merry?

HO HO HO (and a bottle of Rum)


Chahlie