Meditations....#...

 

 

story boards, inspiration, and Script work...

they enter a liminal space
of branchless green.
its cotton blossoms will sail above water.
she dances and chants
she is wearing crimson in the night.

now mary don't you weep.
there is a table for 12 to set.
and babies to rock to sleep

this is her dance.
she is casting magic
she blows the wind from her lips
as she cranks and she cranks ...
a tin can sifter of magical flour dust 

science magic and pop-up-books

This is Water

"....there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship--be it JC or Allah, be it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles--is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It's been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness...."

"  there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talk about much in the great outside world of wanting and achieving.... The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways every day.

That is real freedom. That is being educated, and understanding how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing..."

APAP|NYC 2013

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meditation #....

and i think..
are we ever not creating?
is anyone ever NOT creating.
no. never. never is anyone ever not creating. the word artist
is a disservice  to our fertile fields of mind and chemical compositions. left unattended
unobserved. a child alone raising self in the wild.

   i think..
it's just where does our creation exist...outside of self or in.
is it visible or in...
I was afraid, i said to him.
until i realized...it's your creation.
it is not bigger or more powerful than you...

we tuck and we stuff. we "get over" and "move on"
we conjure fictional places called "away" and "nowhere"
but there is no such place... it is always somewhere
who told the lie of zero. it is a (w)hole full of seeds. the door of all.
no-thing. does not exist.

for gods sake..for the sake of ourselves..may we
take roll--call attendance in ourselves every moment of
the day raise our hands and say present.

                                         

                "incurable" she says.

                hmph. i hold my anger at such simplistic thinking.

                what an absolutely irrelevant word.

                what about, "transformable."  

                                                                                                send in the angels.
 i will be on the frontline
spitting fireballs at  monsters and fear.