Hi everyOne.

I really was drinking that pina colada
the last time I passed (stumbled?) through here.
The cafe energy was so warm and inviting,
it's been a nice seat, here and there, to listen
in and ponder.
I wouldn't presume to say I know the answers
to the questions here.
The only revelation I have summoned
for every quest I've
sojourned myself is,
there exists equal
potential in all things.
Equal potential in either direction.
Good or bad.


It's makes it difficult to know what to say,
when you hear both sides of a debate,
and for light of this, hear
above all, integration.
Both of everything is true.
When I begin to spiral off these days,
I'm often silenced short in my own contradiction.
I return
not long after I've taken off.
Maybe you guys understand.

I wanted to say though,
it's refreshing and rare
to see such open and sharing dialogue;
Stimulating, and nondebasing.
It's so cool that such a place exists
where discussion isn't
open-bait for exploitive
ego/intellectualizations.

There remains room to travel together
and grow.

Cheers and tip o' the Labatt to All.


Love, Lisa

Chahles,
You've been thinking of Light
and I've been thinking of dark matter a lot
these days.
It may seem on surface opposite poles,
but I have this feeling there may be
an integration occuring somewhere.

Is what is reflected back to us,
what is real?
And what is absorbed 'away from us'
unreal?
What is beyond the visible?

We are visible Beings.
Vision is so important to our
incarnation here.
If I were before You,
what You would be seeing
is my body's ability to absorb or refract light...
but what of beyond?
Am I any less real
if I'm invisible--
if I am dark?




White appears white to us
because the spectrum's rays are not absorbed by
the object.
Black absorbs all rays of the spectrum,
and so appears black to us.
(Green for instance appears green to us,
because all other colors except green are
absorbed)

All light, whether white or yellow or black
is energy.
All matter is matter, whether light or dark.
Dark energy constitutes most matter of the Universe.
Why?
What is lurking there?

So much more reading to do
on black holes, electromagnetic energies, etc.,
I don't feel near confident yet
on a clear conclusion,
yet I so strongly feel there's
something so close here to understand.
And that is it connects back to Your
words on Light here. And
somehow to our yearnings
for intimacy.

...if I make it to the waterside
I'll be sure to write You a note or something.

Sitting Still.
watching Time.
aGain.
The Moon has harvested my Mind
to In To Me See
where I reTurn
to Be




Speaking silent Truths require a delicate tongue.
One that comprehends diversity...
Uncanny to the Open I...
but Selective amongst the knowest.

For Truths come a Lone
Hidden amongst the Learnest...
Choice Words to those that Share.

Share well with I
and I will bestowe amongst You
My Intimate Heart.

One which bleeds Love
and Savior sounds of Sweet Rest.
Standing so high
Under I.

The combination of What is Seen
and that which Eludes Us
is Life
and it's
Witness

The Glory of BEing
Here
NOW.





Chahlie

Hi Chahles,

It's so good to see you back here at Last Chance Cafe with your beautiful prose that I've missed so much. It seems most of the patrons have vacated for the summer, myself included. I hope yours has been a happy and fun one. I hope the others will return soon so we can all get back to sharing the gifts of IntoMeSee. Do you want to go first?

Going First is the Only Way...

Although, most of my book reports have been
Michrofiched Cliff Notes.
Last minute Cram and Cheat sort of Thing.

How glad am I
to have One near and hear
Words that spout
from My mout
For my Mind plays lost and seek
Most of the Time.
tucked so slyly
amongst Riddle and Rhyme
I imagine Others might injoy
One to play with.
And henceforth I am.

My dear Venus.
How appropriate
Aphrodite
to join me
Hear
a Lone
with my Thothts.
Hidden in Plane Site
Where many may view
The Pulse that Exists
to those
Who Care
enough
to
See.

Without You
I am
Only
Me.


Yes.
Life is Busy.

Taking turns
in our Path
to our Future.
We wind our Way
Each and Every Day
Looking passed tomorrow
We see Yesterday.
Blessed for the Gift
of Knowledge
We have been Given.

It is this Force
that our Souls'
are driven.


Witness It.

Appreciate It.

It leads Us
directly
to
Our
Selves.

Hand in hand
We both
Stand
Under.

Be Still
my
Beating Heart





Chahles

Oh Wow Chahles,

That whole post was absolutely breath-taking and so heartwarmingly beautiful. My Libra soul is in a puddle by your feet. You are such a gifted poet. I’m so grateful that you share your gift with all of us here at Last Chance Café. Reading your posts is always a pleasure.

You know Chahles, you remind me so much of a boy I knew in high school once upon a youthful time. He was a junior and I was a sophomore and somehow, we ended up in the same study hall. So he became one of my note passing buddies. He used to write the most amazing notes all full of riddles and rhymes, very much like your posts.

When my sister started renting the house we grew up in from our mother a couple of years ago, she went through all the closets and found a bag of some of my old notes from high school. All of his were in it, so now I’ll have them forever. He was so creative about the kind of paper he would use and how he would fold it up. My favorite one is a long scroll he made with straws and a roll of continuous manila paper towels. That one had pictures. He was a pretty good artist too.

He grew up to be an English teacher at a junior high school in the next city over from where we went to school. I wasn’t surprised at all by this news. He’s awesome at words just as you are Chahles. I bet if you compiled your posts at the site, you would have quite the publishable book. I know I would definitely buy it.

I was struck by something you said in your last post Chahles about looking past tomorrow and seeing yesterday. That’s how I feel about this wonderful place Greg made for us and Maria kindly and lovingly keeps alive for us. No matter where my Future path unravels I always have this piece of Yesterday waiting in the wings of my Tomorrows. And for that I owe Greg, Maria and Linda Goodman my eternal gratitude.

You also said that we’re blessed by the gift of Knowledge. How true that is. I feel very blessed to have met all the amazing and enlightened people that have passed through this site over the last nine years. I have learned so much from all the wise and mind expanding posts that have been shared over the years. I just know my life would have taken a much different road had I not found this incredible place and all the wonderful souls who have made it their home.

Wow! Well, just look at what a Gemini Moon through the 8th house can do! I was quite the little chatterbox for someone with such a heavy 12th house. Ah well, what better place to indulge my current mood to share IntoMeSee? Alright, so who wants to go next?

Nothing is lost
footfalls down the corridor
lockers clanging shut
sneakers squeaking
high school sweats
There -- in the jock socks
with the pompons
watching the band guy performing
Monty Python's funny walks
She is still me and he's still he

And I still have those crumpled paper
poms somewhere
in the attic here not there
that other attic where I searched in a dream
asleep but aware
for grand-pere among the Christmas boxes
The lights and stars and magic of the season kept
and cherished and revisited again
until they are not

Lost but only put away for now
I thought I'd found him
on a scrap of cardboard box
A face, a picture
an authentic memory formed before four
But no, the old ones said
it wasn't him wearing glasses
maybe it was only me
again

I have outgrown myself now
past the point of self-consciousness
and bored with self-reliance
til it's not who I know but What
that matters to me now

Nothing
Is lost

It only changes form
and functions still the same
Scavenger hunts and cherry lime-aide
dreams of old that press in
like the fluffy feline on my lap
making starfish paws and pushing
her face into mine

Maria

Wow Maria! That was incredible. Thanks so much for sharing that with us. What an awesome gift.

Thank You Venus for Your kind Words of sharing Intomesee.

It is the Gift of Consciousness
that we are Given
to Share
like
Dessert.

Two Forks
and
One Peace of Pie.

It All Ways
tastes better
with
An Other
Spoon
to Stir with.

The Cream in the Coffee
so To Speak.


My Mind wandered at Your Tale
of Daze Gone By....
Droplets of Time
poised so gently
upon my Mind.
Reflecting pools
of those who have shared my Life
in Great Moments
that seemed For Ever
at
The Time.

Eternally GreatFull
for their Presents
I too have a box of them.
Each trinket and souveneir
Aged with Time
but glistening
with Memory!

A Time capsule
buried in my Heart they are.

And MAria

Oh the Once
Snippet of memory
Embedded in each fractal
of my Being!

Real Eyesing
that Nothing
is
EVER
Lost.

Only
orchestrated
amongst
The pages of
Time and Being.
IT plays out
like the
soft LullaByes
of Infancy.

ReTurning
NOW
and
then
to
reMind
Us
Who
we
Are
and
WHY
we are
Hear.

Two
Witness
Two
Appreciate
Two
Share!

Each
and
Every
Thing
with
One
and
Other.

Nothing
is
EVER
lost.
In Deed.

Amen to that
My Sweet!

Stellar.
Simply Stellar.



Chahlie

Such beauty
to return and behold.
Beautiful within and out.

Yes Lisa, beautiful indeed.
Especially this:



and this one from Maria's last post:

"dreams of old that press in
like the fluffy feline on my lap
making starfish paws and pushing
her face into mine"

So much beauty as well as talent and wisdom live here in this cafe. It certainly is a wonderful place to be. Especially when there's the promise of shared desserts, who can resist?

You're very welcome, Chahles. And thank you for sharing your gorgeous gems with us. The beauty of your words are always a gift that's always very much appreciated. I hope there will be many more in the days to come.

And thank you Maria for the much needed reminder that nothing from the past is ever lost and for doing so in such a beautiful way.

Halo Dear Wordies and Numero Unos.

Finding some stolen Time
I deSided to take a ride into
the Labryinth of Intimacy
with Whomever may Happen
to Be standing in Line with me...

It is often said that No man is an I-Land.
No one stands a Lone
in the Sea of Life.
But often, quite often
I feel very a Lone
amongst this
Globe of People.

Much isolation is indeed caused
by My Self.
Whether in response to my inability
to relate and thus self-afflicted reclusion
OR
my unacceptance of the limited
Affection
I witness around me
amongst
Soles who live together
Here.
It is a quandry I fight with daily
and wish away every other instant.

Some of my Best Friends are Strangers
and some of my worst enemies
call me Friend.

Is there a point in One's existence
where total acceptance of the Human Condition
Becomes Possible?
Where complete openness
shuts out the dark?

A Reality I hope to indeed achieve
Whilst I'm awake.

Feeling the pain
of Loving so much
can cause One to hate the Cure.

Having said that
I appreciate
All those
Who make Known
Their Heart's Desire
Hung out and displayed
For Every One to See
and
Feel.

Perhaps this Noble gesture
will someday become
Reality.




Chahles

Wow Chahles,

Thanks so much for hanging your heart up for all to see. I imagine much of what you shared was difficult to put out there. I can truly say I can relate to everything you said about self-imposed isolation. I tend to do that a lot with my heavy 12th house and Saturn in Cancer.

I feel such sadness to see your words that say you feel alone, especially with your Aquarian Sun that must long to spread your light among humankind and your Cancer Moon that has so much tenderness and caring to give. I hope you find the answers you are seeking that will help release you from the quandry.

You do pose some very good questions that I've often asked myself. I too hope that the total acceptance of the Human Condition becomes possible and takes humanity out of the dark and into the light of Unconditional Love of All. That's certainly a beautiful reality to strive for. Thanks again for sharing yourself with us.

PRESS PLAY>
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u57d4_b_YgI


Halo Dear Venus...

AGain We Sit and Stir
Shaken by Others
Who wish to Mix and Mingle.
Spouting out Profane
Truths
that have No Thing
To Do
but Sound the Bored
Who Watch and Wonder
When Our Lives will start.
Patiently lying in hospitality
for Kind People to help Us Out of
the Beds we made.

There is no sadness in Words
But the Feeling is oh so True!
Ingested by our I's
We Blend our Soles
Together.
Each Other
within
Our Selves.
Floating like bouyant cubes
In our home of Water.
Waiting to defrost
our hardened Selves.


The Poison of death!
The Elixir of Life!

Sharing our Into Me See
amongst the Vast
Watchers of the Whirled...
Like Children
on the Evening Boardwalk
A Mazed
at the Spectacle
of Chance.
Trying to find
Reason amongst the Madness
Of Stimuli.

Oh How we Try!

Your outstretched Hand
Open in kindness
Is enough for me
To Know
the True possibility
of Intimacy.
One 2 One
With Millions more to join
The Fun.



From Witness
to Participant...
Participant
to Activist...
Activist
to Evolutionary...
Evolutionary
to Being...
Being
to Witness.

When we for Give
we for Get
and end Up
where we started
down The Road Less Traveled.
"and it made All the difference....."

A feeling at a Time.
Seconds become Days
And Our Lives hear
become the History
we can Rejoice in....

Mark Your Calendars.
For Today is the Day.
To Turn You On.

Thanks for
Stopping By
Dropping In
Dropping Out
and
Sharing the Caring.

It's All Good.
All of It.


In to Mate.





Chahlie

Hi Chahles,

My, that’s a lovely tune you’ve conjured up from the jukebox there. Mind if I sit here with you for a spell while this song stirs the contents of my soul? Or better yet, might I interest you in a dance instead? This tune seems to call for movements that glide and swirl about.

“Love is the answer
At least for most of the questions in my heart,
Like why are we here?
And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?

It's not always easy,
And sometimes life can be deceiving,
I'll tell you one thing,
It’s always better when we're together

With only two,
Just me and you
Not so many things we got to do,
Or places we got to be
We'll sit beneath the mango tree now

MMM, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together”

Now that’s a song that can send you spiraling into the ethers of never never land, wouldn’t you agree? Thank you very much for sharing this precious and amazing gift with all of us.

Ah yes, again we sit and stir this mixed and intoxicating drink called life. Blending souls – me into you and you into me. Melting into one in this way, we’re really not so separate after all, are we?

Will you take my outstretched hand into yours then and accompany me on this amazing exploration into the endless possibilities of InToMeSee? Just like the song says, ‘let’s sit beneath the mango tree and look at the stars’ and tell me what you see. Sharing first our thoughts and then eventually our hearts.

May I ask, when you See InTo Me, do you see what I see? When I See Into Me, I See an eternal student of life full of curiosity and so very thirsty to know who we are and what is our purpose as we spin around this great blue marble.

When I gaze into the night’s sky, I wonder which of those stars did I come from before I came here, and which one will I move on to next? Will I know Love once I am there? Will I find my Twin Self there waiting for me when I arrive?

I will tell you then, that when I See Into You, I see another soul like me who thirsts for knowledge and hungers for love just as we all do. I ask you, what do you See when you See Into you, Mate?

Ah well, but alas the song is over now and I must be on my way. I thank you for the dance and the inward spiral, my friend and fellow passenger of life. You are a lovely dancer, oh kind sir. ‘Till next our souls shall join in song. Blessed Be One and All

Halo Venus and The Other Mystical Soles

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0STOqnXr4dQ

Seeing into Me
With out the aide of an Other
is like performing Magic Tricks
in front of a mirror...
Knowing the ill use Eon
is what I want to see...
Being Real.

Using Sleight of Hand
to Craft the appearance
of Wholeness

I am still left with smoke and mirrors.


The Prestige
of the trick
is
To Be
Whole Hearted
despite
the gimmicktry and sham of
the Glittering Gold Whirled...
where presentation is far more important
than Substance.

The reflective Image of Oneself
transforms our perception
to deception
from
"we"
to
"me"
without
Intimacy.

The audience can no longer See
the Truth
Whilst the Clairvoyant
hears only what he thinks is True.

The Eternal Dance
of the Mystic Sole.



Being Intimate
is like coveting the Secret to the Trick.
Once it is disCovered
the Mystory is lost.
All that is left
is what we had to begin with...

Our Selves.



Staring into the Window of Our Souls
we find One
And Other...
Pupils of Life
Looking for the Magic Trick
that reTurns Us
to the In No Sense
We had before
We needed This Stage.

Reminded of this passage after many of my own dress rehearsals.....

"We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another.

Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough
and we'll be more content when they are.

After that we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage.

We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire.

The truth is, there's no better time to be happy than right now.

If not now ... when?

Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway.

One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D Souza ...

"For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin.
But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life."

This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way.

So, treasure every moment that you have. And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time ... and remember that time waits for no one ...

So stop waiting until you finish school ... until you go back to school ... until you lose ten pounds ... until you gain ten pounds ... until you have kids ... until your kids leave the house ... until you start work ... until you retire ... until you get married ... until you get divorced ... until Friday night ... until Sunday morning ... until you get a new car or home ... until your car or home is paid off ... until spring, until summer ... until fall ... until winter ... until you are off welfare ... until the first or fifteenth ... until your song comes on ... until you've had a drink ... until you've sobered up ... until you die ... until you are born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy ...

Happiness is a journey ... not a destination!!

Thought for the day:

"Work like you don't need money,
Love like you've never been hurt,
And dance like no one's watching."




Seeking the Truth and Love
of Intimacy
With my Self
and All of You
Who Wish to Share.

With a little help from my Friends....

Who am I suppose to see?





Chahles

Christmas blues amidst the golden, green and red? What would I do to cheer up a Chahldean? A potion, I think, would be in order: deep amber, made of golden apples from the Czar's tree where the Firebird dances, flavored with spices from India blessed to carry the taste expressing the One beyond all, bottled in a sacred vessel from Chaldea and delivered by a pair of soft-grey mourning doves.

Maria

My Mind is laden with Wandering Spirits
Carousing the Halls of Wonder
Helplessing Hoping
One such as Thee
Would offer the Only Remedy
That cures the Plight.

The Deep dark night
musters Souls such as me
Who prowl upon the mystery
of those
who
stand under
them Selves.

Kindred Folk
who recognize
One
and
Other.
And care to share
their Medicine.

Merci Madame.

Ponderance of such Kindness
is Enough
a Lone
to simply stare at the
Vessel
and
Exuberate
at It's offering!

an Act
of Good Will
when needed most
is the unsaid treasure of the Uni-Verse.


With this
I know
Into Me See.

One Simple Act.

Kiss@You






Chahles

'Tis my pleasure, kind sir.
Into me see too.

Hey gang,

I must apologize for leaving the table for a while; I noticed an old pal at the bar, and went to say hello. We threw back some vodka and talked about old times.



Anyway, to all of you lovelies: I've just come from the jukebox, and I've selected a tune. It might stomp on your psyches like a dirty motorcycle boot, but I hope not. There's a particular philosophy in this song that I like to hold onto.

In other words, try not to take it all so seriously.

Life, love, hate, regret, loneliness... the search for answers to everything... Let it all go for a moment.

Can you feel the sweat on your skin?
What does the air you're breathing taste like?
Aren't blades of grass amazing?

Have pizza for dinner.
And let it roll...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUIq-CGfjYE&feature=related

Tara

Yeah, baby!

Hey Chahl, I used your standing under in today's musings. It's a very helpful figure of speech you have highlighted for us. Thank you for its use.

Let, it roll, baby, roll...

Maria

<sigh>

I could use Jimmy's attitude over on the Saturn cj Moon thread.

Tara

Woah, the colors of the site are a lot brighter on this laptop than on my PC monitor.

You know what popped into my head while I was re-reading this thread st a song from Neil Young that's got imagery that's probably the most surreal I've ever heard Neil go.

I love the part where he goes, "Don't take out the magic pen; don't draw on the infinity board. Your buildings if they rise again would do much better on the ocean floor."

Out on a beach under a full moon thinking. Going to see if they have that at youtube. It's called Lost in Space.

Maria

Nope, it's not there. Only covers. It's from the Hawks and Doves album, which I still need to get in CD form. It's a great album. There's a guy with a ballcap and a Canadian flag on youtube who gives it a good try, but he blows the phrasing on "Breakers crash on the beach; I count them like lambs in my sleep" and lets the song down from there.

Lost in Space
by Neil Young

Live with me, live with me
Live with me, live with me
Live with me.

Lost in space
I heard you were lost in space
That's such a lonely place
for you to be.

Out of control
Singin' with too much soul
I heard you got out on parole
Workin' for the queen.

Gardening again
Landscape again
Keepin' all the grounds
around her clean
Workin' for the queen.

Don't take out the magic pen
Don't draw on the infinity board
Your buildings, if they rise again
Would do much better
on the ocean floor
They'll never feel the way
they did before
They did before.

Out on the ocean floor,
out on the ocean floor
What could be stranger
than the unknown danger
That lies on the ocean floor?

Breakers crash on the beach
I count them like lambs in my sleep
They come at me steady
They know I'm not ready
They pound on my mattress door
Have they got a big one in store.

Losing you
I heard I was losing you
That's not the only thing
that I got to lose
I got to lose
The deep sea blues
Look at these blues
The deep sea blues

Live with me, live with me.

Brought over from HyperRust: http://hyperrust.org/Music/

------

So, this is for any and all of us feeling a little misty. I think in the New Year those magic pens and infinity boards will come in handy. Pluto is waiting right there at the solstice point when the sun reaches it. What a mark for an explosive year ahead. What do the mystees think?

Maria

Ahhh, Neil. One of the grooviest Canucks ever.

Well, this mysteee is feeling particularly lost.
The ocean, land, it's all the same.
Space exists everywhere.

And being out on parole is no different from prison...