JaneMc:

As a woman in dangerous times.

How dangerous?

 

The streets are over-run

The careening of wildness

And pick up trucks,

 

The election, as usual, is corrupt .

And though the politicians are my friends,

I don’t trust them.

 

Whiskey flows

Like no one knows.

Better to stay in and low.

 

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The fabric of my life is the cloth with which it is my responsibility to polish the lens of my own perception

A friend of mine a few days ago wrote to me that I had no idea how bad it was. I wasn't sure I wanted to know. Today I wrote, okay, let me have it. I swear to God that within the last ten minutes I have deleted his e-mails and asked him not to send me any more. It's that bad. Canada looks good.

This is Canada.....at least at the end of the road in Canada....it is a strange window here, the most horrific, and the most beautiful too. That always seems to be the way.  Where was your friend writing from?

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The fabric of my life is the cloth with which it is my responsibility to polish the lens of my own perception

I think I had better just quote my exact words to him when he made fun of me for asking him not to send me any more after I had told him to bring it on. "I have a wife. I love her like mad. I am not going to stick my neck out."

I guess that makes sense, sorta.

It is an interesting task becoming a witness to the whole ball game. I am not that good at it, but sometimes, it seems to be in my path.  I am not sticking my neck out like I have in the past...... and I don't even have a wife that i am mad about!  But I do continue to mull and ponder....and wonder what makes a difference.....oh, this rift, has suddenly become serious....I have to get the sheets out of the dryer, really!  Rumi the charwoman, the work is never done.

Talk later.

 

 

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The fabric of my life is the cloth with which it is my responsibility to polish the lens of my own perception

If I suddenly disappear from the forum, ya'll know what happened.

Ramsses:

Did you wish to tussle with me, Upstart?
I'll split every atom in your body.
Come on, move just a little bit closer.
I want to remember what you looked like.

There is one thing you need to understand
Before I mulch you with every other
Living thing in the entire universe.
All else will pass. My words will never die.

You can gut me if you want,
If that's the way you play.
But I understood the first time;
What was left to say?

You can have my brain and bile,
My blood in virgin's skull,
But to split me from this light,
Your words are far too dull!

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May the boundless knowledge that time presents and space allows illuminate the native perspectives of your original face.

balder:

You can gut me if you want,
If that's the way you play.
But I understood the first time;
What was left to say?

You can have my brain and bile,
My blood in virgin's skull,
But to split me from this light,
Your words are far too dull!

I am the light. Bow down and worship.

Ramsses:

I am the light. Bow down and worship.

Namaste.

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May the boundless knowledge that time presents and space allows illuminate the native perspectives of your original face.

balder:

Ramsses:

I am the light. Bow down and worship.

Namaste.

Divine and radiant Balder,
You choose the wiser path.
You are pardoned your transgression,
And spared my deadly wrath.

My friends, how can I describe it, this thing,
So new, so old, familiar, strange and wild,
That knows your soul like a secret lover
Who comes as she had promised all along?

Ramsses:

My friends, how can I describe it, this thing,
So new, so old, familiar, strange and wild,
That knows your soul like a secret lover
Who comes as she had promised all along?

This is how I'll describe it today:

With one hand I'm shampooing the carpet, the other is turning back the clock, the third hand is typing these words into my Mac, the fourth is holding the phone, the fifth is feeding the animals - all species get special diets - the sixth hand is scratching my head - and I'm singing to a tune made up by divine inspiration ~

I'm juuust a hollow bamboo

Everything falls through

Every day my carpet

Needs another shampoo

Hi, Mascha. Sorry I misunderstood you a while back. I have too many voices in my head.

'Past the veil of distance, past your name

 past the broken bubbles of thought forms and wishes

 And finally past the pain 

 I wake up beside you now, in the intimate unknown

 I find your breath inside my body

 closer than the bone, closer than the bone '

 

a verse from my sister Jocelyn.

 

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The fabric of my life is the cloth with which it is my responsibility to polish the lens of my own perception