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Saturday, September 26, 2009

the blessing

The blessing

At the start of the blessing

quite innocently looking out

from my eyes

as what is out there

forms to look into me

there is an unsaid incantation

of intention between us

as any two people might do

we agree to ourselves

in this un-said-ness

there is a formal absence

in releasing

towards common intention

it is a settling

more as a clearing

and begins

a space is provided

without preconception

a pronouncement rolls forward

through her lips

a declaration is explained

as to how this will occur

last visual images are gathered

my eyes are resting

with this

as lids come down

a vacant visual sky

converts itself inwardly

other kinds of sensors

receive a permission

the emptiness is filled

with other dimensions

a mantra is lilting

homespun

and inwardly sung

a kind of a dial up

on the sound current

a creature of flight

materializes yet formlessly

an alignment reveals

an energetic avowal

a bird made of all-sky

lands upon my head

the talons are bundled

in crown cupping mittens

there is no grip

as if gravity were in the mix

as my need

but there is contact

as embrace and exchange

another dimension relaxes itself

into my brain

this transport appears

as a soft molasses by contact

a highly agitated liquid

of deep soothing proportions

there is surface

but more importantly seepage

all that is as surround

is migrating

towards my inner core

there is weightiness

as space becoming occupied

it is a gravity of animation

on the move

it is warm without heat

in greetings

it is unrevealing

in the trickledown

into my sensory range

space now appears

to have an unfamiliar intimacy

about it

at some point

I realize it

as a beneficent muted salvo

yet accompanied

by a three tone harmonic

as a background constant

it has reached placement

as if a bulb were planted

and fertile ground

were made ready

with this process

I recognize these elements

as from before the before

I am both on the outside

and the inside

at the same time

the balance of dimensions

is familiar and comforting

space

where there was no reference

to space occurs

her hands on my head

are softly removed

without vacancy as results

nothing of notice

has been disturbed

the hard wire is fully functional

in the normal mode

yet the carriage

of being is different

the source of presence

is altered to a deeper residence

a season

of immediate unfolding

has begun

reality will proceed

with its attention demands

unaltered

with needed involvement

and the necessity of attention

yet in simultaneity

a process will dance itself alive

it will preoccupy

without distraction

it will consume

without destruction

it will lend and blend

without deference intended

a time tunnel

will have been my interpretation

when looking back four days later

as words surface to reveal

there is carriage

as if a different source point

for gravity

experience is so much

just the surface of it

. . . for what else is

. . . abounds

I have no declaration

about the differences

there is little to say

about it as a shift

it is more like

an expansion to include

without reference

“it all is as it flows’

of prominent trust

ongoing as ocean

is its own wisdom

as nurturance needs

no recognition of its service

as space is the petal path

for is-ness

to provide perception

so much of objectification

is expressed in a yawn

as I yawned

an energy correction

and then

there is this bottle

as a bottle in an ocean

the note within the bottle

had been written

ten thousand times

this particular life

is to live it

as a script

and now

in an ocean of dissolve

to eliminate the bottle

and allow the script

an operative means

without restraint

to become . . .

not a ship

upon the many seas

but a seamanship of service

to an ocean wise

there is a viscosity to being

living through it all

where like attracts like

and oneness professes itself

without dimensional display

movement is then blessedly so

without wonder . . .

without witness . . .

without time means

this is everywhere

. . . and there

thriving as an undisclosed

yet deeply supporting now

(grateful)

as the inner tides . . .

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