Ganesha, my sweet one, my dear sweet one...dancing with trunk and big ears flapping happily in the violet and silver breeze, lead me, show me the way...open the doors, or show me how...lead me now, o my love....bells on your toes I follow....show me how...
Sitting in sun, slats of blind, Venetian mind or no place at all...a blinking curser forgetting his words. No curses possible. Only blessings.
I don't "do" dread anymore.
I don't "do" worry.
"Depression" is now just the fatigue that I reluctantly give in to that is the natural consequence of inspired hyperactivity...a kid who wants to keep playing despite the fact that everyone else has gone home, and the toys aren't glowing quite as much they were earlier in the day.
"Sadness" makes for good art, but is fleeting. Easily channeled into something constructive.
"Frustration" is my ego needing it's diaper changed.
"Misery" is misunderstanding Mystery.
"Love" is all-substance: evolving, everchanging, in cellular mind and blossoming spirit.
"Romance" is a Flower dreaming to be a Phoenix.
"Anticipation" is flesh-self forgetting to remember to forget eternity.
Somethings happening...I'm in it...I can feel it...
Infinity isn't linear. A point becomes a single line becomes a circle becomes a sphere...somethings near...somethings here...
Ganesh, my sweet...help me to see....
sat chit anand
truth consciousness bliss
Sitting in sun, slats of blind, Venetian mind or no place at all...a blinking curser forgetting his words. No curses possible. Only blessings.
I don't "do" dread anymore.
I don't "do" worry.
"Depression" is now just the fatigue that I reluctantly give in to that is the natural consequence of inspired hyperactivity...a kid who wants to keep playing despite the fact that everyone else has gone home, and the toys aren't glowing quite as much they were earlier in the day.
"Sadness" makes for good art, but is fleeting. Easily channeled into something constructive.
"Frustration" is my ego needing it's diaper changed.
"Misery" is misunderstanding Mystery.
"Love" is all-substance: evolving, everchanging, in cellular mind and blossoming spirit.
"Romance" is a Flower dreaming to be a Phoenix.
"Anticipation" is flesh-self forgetting to remember to forget eternity.
Somethings happening...I'm in it...I can feel it...
Infinity isn't linear. A point becomes a single line becomes a circle becomes a sphere...somethings near...somethings here...
Ganesh, my sweet...help me to see....
sat chit anand
truth consciousness bliss
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Oh, and on SG you kind of have to play journal tag... if someone comments in your journal, you have to reply in theirs... kind of silly, but that's just one of the silly ways SG works