I appreciate your presents, Chahles.



The short days shiver in our bones as the sun slides relentlessly southward, leaving the north out in the cursed cold. I hide from it , comment on it , and finally put on a hat and gloves . But it's still scary cold outside. Hades/Pluto has taken Persephone into the underworld.

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long
Anytime she goes away...

I can feel nature die around me, feel her freeze, draw in, and hold her breath. Plants that died in the fall now break in decay.

But wait, the Solstice approaches! The sun has kept his all-knowing eye upon us and is about to begin the long journey back to us. The planet's tilt ordains it, and here it is, it's coming around again ... two more days!

Let the sun rebound, and then I can feel Christmas coming.

My little one picked out the most darling gifts last night - one for her skating coach and one for us, herself and me. They are baskets/planters, each with a tiny evergreen and a blooming rose bush. With those, I felt my first brush this year with true Christmas spirit. I've not been unhappy, just taking care of a lot and not really catching the jollies as I sometimes do.

Thank you, God, for little ones! And the annual return of Mr. Golden Sun.

Love & roses,
Maria

Halo mARIA...as I do Yours. Even Months later.

On the Other Side of The Solstice.... Yay.

Creeping into early Spring where Nature teases us with Glimpses of Sun Bolts and scattered Flurries....
Here comes the Lion....roaring Breathe into our lungs.
Beating against our chest to pound the HEart.
Making us want to leave our coats in the closet...
only to tingle our skin with icy shivers.
I love March. The near Beginning I say.
The Pagan New Year is upon us and I am seeking deep into my Sole. Ready for intimacy amongst Other stirring Soles.

The Time of Year I get restless.
Enthusiastic about Living again...
Hopefull for Humanity
Reliant on Earth.
Trusting in the Sun

The mourning Sun rises in Glory
Defiant of the Cold Moody Gray Sky
Making the Spark of Life grow with each passing day.
Inviting us to walk the grounds
Notice the Crokus
Thatch and prune

Fertilize.
Visualize.
Materialize.

Anticipate....
Something that has been gradually happening
beneath the apparent.
All along.

Quite like the evolution of the Soul itself.
Seeking intomesee with other Mystic Travelers
and Wayfarers.
Come out come out wherever You are!


Join me in the Eternal Dance

(this thing cracks me up)


Chahlie

Chahlie's back in town
and it's Spring!!



The Rebel




People are afraid, very much afraid of those who know themselves. They have a certain power, a certain aura and a certain magnetism, a charisma that can take out alive, young people from the traditional imprisonment....

The enlightened man cannot be enslaved - that is the difficulty - and he cannot be imprisoned.... Every genius who has known something of the inner is bound to be a little difficult to be absorbed; he is going to be an upsetting force. The masses don't want to be disturbed, even though they may be in misery; they are in misery, but they are accustomed to the misery. And anybody who is not miserable looks like a stranger.

The enlightened man is the greatest stranger in the world; he does not seem to belong to anybody. No organization confines him, no community, no society, no nation.

Osho The Zen Manifesto: Freedom from Oneself Chapter 9

Commentary:

The powerful and authoritative figure in this card is clearly the master of his own destiny. On his shoulder is an emblem of the sun, and the torch he holds in his right hand symbolizes the light of his own hard-won truth.

Whether he is wealthy or poor, the Rebel is really an emperor because he has broken the chains of society's repressive conditioning and opinions. He has formed himself by embracing all the colors of the rainbow, emerging from the dark and formless roots of his unconscious past and growing wings to fly into the sky. His very way of being is rebellious - not because he is fighting against anybody or anything, but because he has discovered his own true nature and is determined to live in accordance with it. The eagle is his spirit animal, a messenger between earth and sky.

The Rebel challenges us to be courageous enough to take responsibility for who we are and to live our truth.


(that card always reminds me of You, Chahles )

From 1 Rebel to an Other.



Spring has Sprung indeed!


The Earth has finally given us a sign of stirrings and Her painting has begun on the brown canvas once covered in Snow.
First green...
then Purple
then Yellow
Blue
Red
Orange
and more
Green

The Constant Change of Mother Earth.
God Bless Her Eternally.

The True Rebel amongst Us
is the Force that lies within.
A Voice softly whispering the Truth,
Constantly.
Comforting Us in our struggle
to seek Who we are
amongst the many Seekers.
The many who pretend to know
what It is All about.
The many who impose their knowledge upon Us
derived from Blind Faith
and Folk tales.
The many who would have Us believe
Following them will lead Us
to our Selves.

The True Rebel is the Quiet Voice inside.
The overlooked Whisper of God,
who stands Under the loud Voices
and Forceful Contempt of his Creations.
The rebel without a plause.

Here's to the Quiet understanding
we are hear
to Live and Let Live.
So that Mother Earth, in her constant Labor of Love,
May continue to produce her Garden
of Life
in All It's Forms of Beauty.

Let the rebel out
and see where it takes You.
You may find your Self
Back where You started....
In no Sense.



Chahlie

Sheesh. Has half a year slipped away from the Calendar again???
I guess the saying holds True....the older you get the faster it goes?
The sand certainly does not move expedentially faster through the glass....and the clock doesn't speed up.
Tick. Tick. Tick.

A second is still a second, is it not?
But is a second the same thing as a Moment?
A slice of Time preserved in Memory?
Held True and safeguarded for Ever by It's Witness?
Preserved in a Vault of cherished Kodak moments...
our Lives of Intimacy are slices of Time, onion layered in our DNA, conjured at Will by our own private intel chip.

Time is a Strange thing.
It's linear movement is so mathematically precise, it is ironically very easy to comprehend.
But to Understand the experience that occurs during this Time, is something quite different. A Whole Lifetime can happen in a split second...and one memory may last a Lifetime, as if it happens only a Moment ago.

The basis for All intimacy is memory I guess.
More of me before I happened.

Pre-Me is the core of IntoMeSee.
But how can One re Member one Self before One Is?
Do You reMember your Self before Memory?
Do you recall your Self before Time?
And if You can reMEmeber your Self before....
can You reMember your Self beyond?...


I know. That's Crazy Talk.

What else is New?

In time I see....




C

In time I see.



Merry Christmas

64

I was smelling flowers in the yard, and when
I stood up I took a deep breath and the blood all
rushed to my brain and i woke up dead on my
back in the grass. I had apparently fainted,
or died, for about sixty seconds. My neighbor
saw me but he thought I had just suddenly
thrown myself on the grass to enjoy the sun.
During that timeless moment of unconsciousness
I saw the golden eternity. I saw heaven. In it
nothing had ever happened, the events of a
million years ago were just as phantom and
ungraspable as the events of now or of a million
years from now, or the events of the next ten
minutes. It was perfect, the golden solitude, the
golden emptiness, Something-Or-Other, something
surely humble. There was a rapturous ring of
silence abiding perfectly. There was no question
of being alive or not being alive, of likes
or dislikes, of near or far, no question of giving
or gratitude, no question of mercy or judgement,
or of suffering or its opposite or anything.

It was the womb itself, aloneness, alaya vijnana
the universal store, the Great Free Treasure, the
Great Victory, infinite completion, the joyful
mysterious essence of Arrangement. It seemed
like one smiling smile, one adorable adoration,
one gracious and adorable charity, everlasting
safety, refreshing afternoon, roses, infinite
brilliant immaterial golden ash, the Golden Age.
The "golden" came from the sun in my eyelids,
and the "eternity" from my sudden instant
realization as I woke up that I had just
been where it all came from and where it
was all returning, the everlasting So, and
so never coming or going; therefore I call it
the golden eternity but you can call it anything
you want. As I regained consciousness I felt so sorry
I had a body and a mind suddenly realizing I
didn't even have a body and a mind and nothing
had ever happened and everything is alright
forever and forever and forever, O thank you
thank you thank you.

~ Jack Kerouac, The Scripture of the Golden Eternity

Jack Kerouac

September 16, 1961, Poem

How awfully sad I felt thinking
of my sleeping mother in her bed
that she'll die someday
tho she herself says "death is
nothing to worry about
from this life we start another"
How awfully sad I felt anyway--
that have no wine to make
me forget my rotting teeth
is bad enough
but that my whole body
is rotting and my mother's body
is rotting towards death,
it's all so insanely sad.
I went outside in the pure dawn:
but why should I feel glad
about a dawn
that dawns on another
rumor of war,
and why should I be sad: isn't
the air at least pure and fresh?
I looked at the flowers on
the bush: one of them had fallen:
another was just bloomed open:
neither of them were sad or glad.
I suddenly realized all things
just come and go
including any feeling of sadness:
that too will go:
sad today glad tomorrow:
somber today drunk tomorrow:
why fret
so much?
Everybody in the world
has flows just like me.
Why should I put myself down?
Which is a feeling just
coming to go.
Everything comes and goes.
How good it is!
Evil wars won't stay forever!
Pleasant forms also go.
Since everything just comes
and goes O why be sad?
Or glad?
Sick today healthy tomorrow.
But O i'm so sad just the same!
Just coming and going all over
the place
the place itself coming and going.
together in that golden
eternal bliss I saw.
O how damned sad. I can't
write about it well.
This is an attempt at the easy
lightness of Ciardian poetry.
I should really use my own way.
But that too will go, worries
about style. About sadness.
My little happy purring cat
hates doors!
And sometimes he's sad and silent,
hot nose, sighs,
and a little heart broken mew.
There go the birds, flying west
a moment.


~ Jack Kerouac

There is nothing more enlightening than One Self
spouting Truth
Out
of One's mouth.
To speak to One Self
without
Ever
thinking of the Words.
Allowing knowing to take it's Natural Path
Forsaking All Others
Understanding
there Is
No One
but
One
Self
to Here
and Now.
Creating
Dialogue
where
Empty Space
Once was
One
becomes
We.
In Time I see
In to me see.

I never fully felt (understood)
Oneness
until I pulled away.

This process needed,
in order to See.

Round and round,
devouring tail,
the vortex of such
hurling energies~
expansion/outwards, inwards
reTurning One to Source.

I saw my Self entirely A Lone,
I cried, quietly to myself ~
vulnerable,
innocent, afraid.

From birth til death,
this "harsh" real-ization~

Lone.

Then something mystical happened,
its waves of emergence
cradling the Soul
in gentle laps in time,

what felt once,
the gravest sorrow,
becoming
the most Inspiring Empowerment.

As a flame
recognizing its
heat, its light,
its Potential.

Experiencing, surviving,
evolving, growing~ Alone
igniting a Spark of Strength
of the order
only the Universe
may Bless to flourish
and the Soul may temper
to consciousness of the
delicacies of interaction.

And tides of the Moon
sway it back and forth~

One moment longing/ yearning,
One moment whole, Singing

Some silent movement,
often so quiet,
beyond sight and sound~
some movement forever
heightening inside.

As its becoming,
earthly sight cannot see,
the mysterious subtleties
of amazing wonder
the spirit is coming to Be.

And it shall forever waver,
til we re-Turn to Knowing,
and that's alright.

A Sailor whipped through
ocean storms,
Enlivening Expedition~ the Fire!

gliding gently in the womb of tides,
eyes burning
with visions of distant shores~
Lighthouses;
open-armed invitations/welcomings
Laughter, smiles, Cherish

such a bursting Love!
how shall it not share
its warmth?

til the magnificiently glowing,
poetic
Ocean Moon
beckons the quiet Spirit
to Journey again.

The reTurning

The Path of Self discovery is made a Lone...
the Road may rise to meet You
but the steps we take are our own.

What is It that causes
us to Forge ahead?
IT that creates need in All of Us to seek Intimacy out of Life?
To feel full filled?
To have Wholeness?



The Spirit of Life?
The Will to Live?
The Need to Know?

Perhaps It is something so Great,
we cannot Understand It.
Or so simple, we Forget It....

"As its becoming,
earthly sight cannot see,
the mysterious subtleties
of amazing wonder
the spirit is coming to Be."

These Mysterious Subtleties...
nuances that push and pull the Human Heart
driving Us to utter madness
calming us in common Sense...
"Round and round,
devouring tail,
the vortex of such
hurling energies~
expansion/outwards, inwards
reTurning One to Source

All ways reTurning.

All conjured from With In...invoking what we need from what we have and what our Will wants,
we make Magic from illusions and Believers from ignorant Soles.

Convincing Your Self...
that All You NEED is Love
is the hardest trick
in
The Book.



How does One get to Carnegie Hall???
Practice. Practice.Practice.

U

Chahlie

I've been reminissing about Trees.
How many Springtimes can we
cross this thread?

hmm...and here I've been
convincing myself that
I don't need love.

Driving within for Protection--
Or the Protected Hermit,
stepping tentatively out
of his den.

Protection, Practice,
Protection, Practice...

The delicate
balance between
Skin and Air.

And we're all jugglers
needing to find
our own synch--
our own rythym.
Our own Natures.


It can get confusing at times.
Just what we need.


Until loss or over-abundance,
shakes us/returns us to Clarity again.

ReTurning; always ReTurning~

as you say, Chahles.




U2

and I love this~~

we make Magic from illusions and Believers from ignorant Soles.

SomeThing's in The Air...


Dum dum
dee dee dee dee dee.


And It has To Do: With Trees....

I think they are Budding


Watching Us...
Sitting Still
in Our
Windows.


Waiting.


For this "Thing"...
This Some "Thing"
to
Happen.

and You know'tis It

For It
BE comes Again
It Is Again
A Gain.

For IT
has reTurned.
A gain.
and
A Gain.

Thank GoodNess.


It also makes me real eyes
that We are a lot like Trees
the re Turning
the Cycles of Life
through out
Time
All Ways Evolving
Moving
Through this Time
and
Space
As A Gain
Gaining Knowledge
and Expeerience
Through our Being.

But Trees...
They sit Still.

Or so we may Think.

but ReTurns

It
to Witness IT
of Us All.
Again

In Time I See.
Into Me See
A Gain.
Re Turning...


I hope we In Joy this Witness.....


The Trees
There is unrest in the forest,
There is trouble with the trees,
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas.

The trouble with the maples,
(And they're quite convinced the're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light.
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made.
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade?

There is trouble in the Forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the Maples scream 'Oppression!'
And the Oaks, just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights.
'These oaks are just too greedy;
We will make them give us light.'
Now there's no more oak oppression,
For they passed a noble law,
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet,
Axe,
And saw.






Chahlie

He's spiralling!!! Lol, sorry to make such a scene, but that little spiral ride was so much fun. Did you write all of that, Chahlie? Including the rhymey one? I felt as happy as if I were an 8-year-old on a carnival ride at a country fair. What fun!

Six more weeks of trees!

Maria

I am glad You liked the ride, Maria, I two am One for Fun,
especially Roller Coasters....

The Poem Trees is a song by RUSH, I had earmarked in my books many years ago and thought it would fit...I am glad You liked it.

I love the analogy to People and Trees....If only there were laws to MAKE People equal.
However, that may be a dictatorship.

There is intimacy in Nature though...

A Thin Veil of Understanding
Be Tween All the Creators that dwell amongst Her
All sharing the perennial Gifts that are offered
In Enough.
With One another.
Taking only what One needs
and Leaving the Rest.
INtinctually knowing that there will be more
and need for more
Tomorrow.
THis initimacy goes without recognition...
Cognitive awareness
The need for IT.

Without Searching.
Without discussion.
IT prevails in Unison....
Like an Eternal Breath
pacing out the Pulse
of Giving
and Getting...
A reciprocal exhange of even need.

I think of this as perpetual motion
Like the Waves of the Sea
or the Moon turning Full
Without effort
Without a reason
Without thought....
IT just IS.

Oh to Be IT!
Sharing intimacy without Thought
Without Fear
Without Caution or WOnderment
Sharing One Self
as Mother Nature does...
and our Dear Friends, The Trees.

Life is ForGiving...
and in this forGiving, we forGet.

True INtoMeSee.




Chahlie

Being involved hear
with the many Others
whom I have never met
Face to face
I to I
Sole to Soul

I find it Quite reMarkable
at the Public display of affection
for One
and Other
Not knowing any more than
what is presented hear
by our Selves
for each Other to see....

I find it Quite endearing
the bonds that can Be made through our yearning...
Each having vested our Hopes and Dreams
into One and Other
All ways for Giving
Never for getting.

In The Quest for Love and Truth
Life Liberty and Happiness
We have all sought intoMesee in the Most public of arenas.
We have sewn our Selves tightly into this fabric we weave hear.
Interwoven our Time and Space
with
Each Other.
Tailoring a safe Haven to suit our needs
for Intimacy.

and May I say,

It is a nice fit.




2U

Chahles

Chahles~

There is intimacy in Nature though...

A Thin Veil of Understanding
Be Tween All the Creators that dwell amongst Her
All sharing the perennial Gifts that are offered
In Enough.
With One another.
Taking only what One needs
and Leaving the Rest.
INtinctually knowing that there will be more
and need for more
Tomorrow.
THis initimacy goes without recognition...
Cognitive awareness
The need for IT.

Without Searching.
Without discussion.
IT prevails in Unison....
Like an Eternal Breath
pacing out the Pulse
of Giving
and Getting...
A reciprocal exhange of even need.

I think of this as perpetual motion
Like the Waves of the Sea
or the Moon turning Full
Without effort
Without a reason
Without thought....
IT just IS.


Sometimes I take your words in for days
or weeks...
waiting for the 'right place'
they may grow within me and transverse
onwards.
And sometimes, like with these,
time sails by
and I return full-circle
to feeling the pause they inspired
was released breath to feel
the soaring they inspired,
and your words, not transversed,

but rather, best left...

best left, Chahlie,
exactly just as they first soley breathed from You.



as always, THANK YOU

I know. Isn't it so great that we can do that? If everyone living on this planet could do the same thing with one another - love unconditionally like we do here - this world would be a much happier and peaceful place to live. Maybe someday our lovely little garden of beautiful knowflakes will cover the entire globe.


Tracey

U2, Chahles.

Spring seems to be more impatient to get started this year, with Easter early, too. I saw some lilies and other greens starting to push up in January!

"Life is ForGiving...
and in this forGiving, we forGet.
"

What you said is EVERYTHING.

You are most Well Come Lisa.
I for One am glad and humbled by the thought that anyOne takes the Time to read any of my Words.
It gives me Great Pleasure to share here, with those who embrace the Mind Set of what we are trying to acheive hear....
a connection to each Other and raise our Consciousness to Highter State of Mind.
The Evolution.

Your Words hold Much meaning for me and I believe All the KnowFlakes hear who seek them for comfort and Understanding.
So, I ,in turn, Thank You our Dear Lady BlueDove.
Big Hug.


Yes, Venus I agree.
I have all ways seen this Place as a Safe Haven and refuge, but in reality, we are more likely an underground New Age Cult that is slowly spreading like Wild Fire.
I guess Good kNews travels fast....and so It should Be.
It's only a matter of Time when 6 will conquer 9....
(with a Pillow Fight)


Halo Dear Day Dreamer I am flattered we agree...for Pisces knows without saying what It is I am trying to say.
Neptunians have a Way of making Love look easy.
Love those People.

As far as Spring goes...


Love is a Rose...
but You better not pick It.
It only grows
When It's on the vine...
Hand full of thorns
and you know you missed It
You lose Your Love
when You say the Word
Mine.
~N.Y.

Hail the onset of Spring...
When Light is brought forward
Out of the darkness
and
All can see
It's beauty.



Chahlie

And I thank you Chahlie Dean and Lady Blue Dove as well as all the others who share their gifts of beautiful and enlightening prose for all of us here in this celestial garden of knowflakes to learn from and enjoy. It is a true pleasure to know that places like this, where 6 conquers 9 without the pillow fight , do exist. Let's hope the good news spreads like wildfire and doesn't take the entire Age of Aquarius to span the entire globe.


Tracey

Chahlie

Very kind of both you and Venus. Thank you.

So now that we have resolved how very awesome we all are, lol...


sorry for my absence here. I've been ill with what appears
a bout of pneumonia, but beginning to feel better each
and every day.
I do hope to catch up and spiral very soon.
There's so much beauty in spring's dawning rays to inspire
some revelations and further intimacies.

Press PLAY> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25-tlpZ_J4M


There is no abSence hear
my Dear.
I am glad to hear
You are feeling better!
PeeNee Monia is NO WAY to feel...


Certainly with the onset of Spring and All...
and Life abounding...
We must Stir
As Well.

Well Come back Lisa.

Venus, we are All Lucky to have each Other.
Especially in Their abSense.
The Connection is never broken.

Sharing Intimacy
With In
Each
Other's
Experience.
With Out
Knowing
No Thing.
standing Under
Every thing
with Each
Other.
Togather.

The Connection.

True Into Me See
shares
One Self
as an Other.
With Out
Reservations.



Pssssst. Pass IT on.


"Ain't gonna go Blind
By the Light that's reflected...."



Chahle






(Love that Sax.)

You're very welcome Lisa. I am so happy you are feeling better after your bout with pneumonia. I look forward to your spirals on Spring.

You are so right Chahlie Dean, 'we are all lucky to have each other, and our connections are never broken, even when absent'. Spoken like a true Aquarian, with perhaps a little Pisces thrown in there?



Will definitely do. Love those beautiful gems that spew forth from you Chahles.


Tracey