There are two paths leading up to the summit on the mountain.
The mountain is the universe of Mind, Heart, and Knowledge.
The scales of justice, held by blindfolded Athena have innocuously, with no offense, decided that fiction is just a fact told yesterday or… planning to be told in the future.
The only fact is right now, no, right now, no wait. Ok…NOW!
It’s an eternal chase with each in-breath and out-breath, but the final breath happens where both paths meet at the top.
Breathing ends with the fact of death and time claims fiction.
I’m behind a screen.
It’s a beautiful, sapphire screen for some reason with geometric shapes all over it gleaming like a wet, rolling, tumultuous ocean.
The wind is so brisk it’s almost cold and my hair won’t stay off my face.
Why am I still alone standing on this beach?
Why do you want me to stay behind this screen?
I’ve never heard of a friend being afraid to meet a friend. Or is there a fertile seed germinating in you that I’m watering? I’m just guessing, not assuming.
You didn’t know it was there.
Keep the seed in the dark behind that screen so it won’t sprout.
All I can hear is the roar of the gleaming, wet, ocean.
I roll around in my warm bed by myself like a dulcet silken bag of potential poetry spoken into an imaginary lovers ear. Or I could sing to him. I haven’t had that opportunity yet.
I’m happy…really. It’s abundant, nurturing, warm, and close to the earth.
I find the peacefulness of being by myself in a relationship with myself to be magical. I can surf the waves of words that sit below my navel and bring them up into my stomach to digest with my breakfast, then into my heart where my son, cute animals and gentle firemen reside and express it through the voice in my fingers.
Put me on a secure raft in some warm tropical waters and that’s where I am.
Sure, I have to cook, chew my food, do the dishes and take out the trash, but that is atmospheric seasoning to where my percipience is really focused.
My perception is in my body which is still feeling the dream I had last night like a crab secure in its loose-fitting, restful shell.
Only the inspiration of a local tree could suggest I stand up and walk out the door made from it’s relation. The trees get used and splintered for our delight with the fantasy of solid things. My world is really liquid, empty space full of potential.
Why do we want to be right all the time?
Why do I want to be right most of the time?
Why do I glee over saying, “See, I was right!”
Because we doubt ourselves too much so we are reassuring ourselves by saying it.
Because others who doubt themselves doubt us and say it!
Because others project their experience of being shunned for being or doing something that was wrong, onto us.
Because “if you make a mistake, you are forgiven”, isn’t widely practiced.
So, now I try to catch myself and say, “Lisa, do what you feel, study what you feel, write what you feel and use the best skill you’ve got. That’s all you can do.” I’ve got a lot of skill and I’ve paid the piper so I have no reason to doubt myself. Whether anyone will listen and understand has never proven to be plentiful. So what?
And now, when someone criticizes me harshly when I meant absolutely no harm and never do, I know that they have not forgiven themselves for being wrong or someone else has not forgiven them for being wrong or vice versa.
It closes the heart.
Wow, the feeling of being around someone with a closed heart and lots of conditions, or an open heart and few conditions, is night and day.
“Allowing gravity leads the falling and nature rests. Resisting gravity leads the rising and nature displays. Which could we do without? Neither”.-Me
The gravity of each individual Mind pulls us and keeps us in the body, giving off a specific gift, look, flavor, color, and feel.
Individual cells dance with electromagnetic charge set in motion by our feelings and thoughts.
Complete…we can co-create just as we are right now.
Yet gravity still makes us spiral as One toward The Center, all touching and affecting each other.
It’s a paradox.
We are individuals yet we are One.
Heads up to my followers. I’ve added a new tab on the far right to my Homepage;
Purchase Lisa’s Books
I will be creating books titled;
- Everyday Intuition
- Heartset as the Foundation for Mindset
- Re-Program Your Subconscious Mind
- Everyday Spirituality
- Balanced, Honest Sexuality
- Another Book of Prose
- Body Truth
You will see my posts disappearing one by one and then the collection of posts plus practical help will be added to the tab on the right for purchase.
I will also add an erotic thriller that does a take on NATURE as erotic, not necessarily women and men f*ing, as though we don’t already know what that’s about. I’m seeing more of the porn-type writing and prose on here and…well… I think I have a different idea, of course. I am following those blogs though to see if they keep the writing quality up and not just their genitalia. We’ll see. I know people, including myself, like passionate emotions and sensuous words so I’m going to play with that! Stay tuned.
I only want the resolute, beefcake mountain to stare at, smell, climb, jump up and down and to live on.
I want to avoid the vehement river rushing past it like a circumbendibus detour on the highway to hell.
Just let me go straight up the mountain on the trail!!!
No. The higher perspective at the summit will remain unattainable if you don’t cross the river, and the river is not going away. It’s a fact of nature.
Women and Men.
Emotions and Logic.
(I wrote this eight years ago but forgot about it.)
The memories of the past tumble down the hill like rocks and wash over me…
like so many waves that crash on the shore
only to go out to sea to be mixed in with the foam, the seaweed, the plethora of gorgeous salt life that heals and evolves all life.
The salt tears only last one minute to transmit my signal.
The heat, the pulsing in my muscles, the steady beat of my heart in the workout show that the source of being in my blood, my body, and my breath, given to me by this Perfect Earth will erase, heal, and forever dispel the smaller pieces of Earth that are to only be absorbed into all that is.
Bless the body.
Bless the blood.
Bless the heartbeat.
Bless the plants and trees and flowers and small creatures that give us pure, big, joy.
Goddess protect the children from harm through all Mothers and Fathers that honor you…and dispel The Sleep Walking Takers like so many rocks falling into the sea where they too can be transformed by the waves, the salt, and the seaweed given to all as a good gift.
Bless Mother Earth that has given us every good, perfect thing as we travel this elusive journey of pain and death and wake up to Perfection.
©Lisa Townsend, 12/2/11