Lady Gondola

An unseeing woman was rowing around Venice
And now I have seen
Because I rowed with her
In her eyes, the sea of possibilities.
The landscape, the colors of perception gaining scale
As she was thinking
In her, history was merging with physical action
And
In her mind she could see
The people happening through the ages, and what she had to do,
She knew
Now I understand, I said to myself, NOW I understand, and bowed my head into a gaze
It is incredible I told myself
How we often forget to grow in ourselves
The will to seek in things beyond that which is given to us
How some people, I alerted myself
Vibrate for the extra little detail that is the daily chance to
M a g i c

The moon is spreading all over the roofs

Sometime around 3AM

Forgiveness is truly heaven-sent. To pierce your fellow man right in his wholesomeness, in his capacity as a total human, stripped of all the hubris, down to his very essence, with all he has accumulated. There, where THE DREAM lies, is expanding and taking place.

In the age of nowness let us look back to where it really, really hurts to be alive. Haven’t we gained too much, to risk losing it all for nothing? As a fellowship..?

Mother needs to forgive himself before I can forgive her. Weird, but true.
Sometimes we need to let people draw their own teachings in life, by interacting with other people, so that can enable us back into the scenery of their lives.

Like birds making poetry in the sky, just so we are assigned to poems that make themselves as our lives unfold in the story of us

Into the all-purging aurora
This sun that is a constant in the sky
Like birds making poetry in the sky

With the proper tools I want to sniff the magic in science.
To feel how things are starting to work, in my favor – a wonder of the world. To feel release

Complementarity – the quality of things slowly starting to fall into place to the point where they melt and flow with your self, as in a kind of partnership with your self..and you feel the props siding you like a new friend that has been there all along - the relaxation self.

Silent flowers

– things that grow in scope in your mind and give way for expansion, but unitarily they seem uni-directional and dry.
The desire to be alive
The fault of being human
Subtle
Two body-models touching hands with a sphere separating them – though you can still feel the heat
The human magnetic bond
Little houses in a whirlwind
And a growing tree from the man, the man that is ever-expanding
One androgynous purple body with glacier shine
Piercing through a light like through a portal into a cosmic bathe

I don’t know about Ethics, I do not know about ‘Good’, because we all share this world. And the trees, and the bees. But what is, time, really. Notably so, our factors change, and the way we respond to them changes, too. The rhythm changes. The rhythm, it shifts. We are all so unpredictable, so morphic in our behavior, that everything becomes subject to relativity and randomness, as it seems.

Therefore it is hard to limit things to a single type of judgement, or a set of rules. ‘What’s bad for the hive is bad for the bee’ doesn’t necessarily apply in this day and age. We can not cast judgement or predict applied vastly to any body, or self, at any time.
That said, we DO have A DUTY TO BEAUTY, and beauty comes to be where there is understanding. Fairness. And being fair, well, that pertains, or better yet, flourishes where both listening and waiting are.

What good does censorship do, when allowing each other to live free of judgement, makes so much room for PEACE AND HARMONY? Us, the people, we have to let each other breathe. Just as we are, each with our oddities, and quirk, and phobias, and dreads. It is once we embark in this realm of judgements in the world of each-other that we intensify the fright. Starting wrong, draws many harms.

The moment you refrain, one choice can maybe come as a happy accident, but more of these accidents make into a habit. The moment the habit of good choices is implemented by recurrence, more things are arranged and fall into place with such grace, that it seems that they have been there all along.

I was of course just a young kid walking down the streets, little did I know the world was yet to burst into so many details.
Time and space. Funny how we all live governed by stress related to these two forces in place when poorly managed, but yet crave mostly for PRECISELY this: more time and personal space.

So I invite you to sit down, to look at your selves sitting down. Let us look at ourselves within us in good humors, with lifted spirits and wit glorified. Everyone has rank here. Word has rank, image has rank, and the beholders of such assets (aka, that which lies within us) are main points. We are you.

And YOU are always welcome inside of your home.