I poem I originally shared July 15, 2014:
All was alright in the world, as I was moving toward the light
Looking for some food so I’d sleep well through the night
And awaken another day
My mouth becomes open
!!! Woah I am awoken !
I spread my wings and make like a cross
Then my world is tossed – tension to release; anticipation to closure; potential to kinetic
It is written
Now I make like the moss (gratitude to the roots, foundations of the Kingdom)
Growing slowly through the churning fires of Time
Now at the turning of the rhyme, I ask:
Have I eaten or been eaten?
Plants are people that participate in our world in wondrous, mutualistic ways. Plants serve as the foundation of our human lives, in so many ways, grown by Solar rays of a very high Source. Plants bridge us and the Sun. How can we serve plants? A mystical practice, known as a type of theurgy, is one way to empower plants to give greater gifts as they go forth in life, using the power of human mind to imagine and visualize colors and light.
Definitions of theurgy tend to be vaguely described, as hints of it seep out from the mysticism of various traditions. Definitions often include compelling or querying supernatural beings and deities. I offer this definition based on my learnings and experiences on alchemy:
Theurgy is the mental animating of matter, so to bring out more of matter’s inherent qualities and potential capacities, without imposing a state or process on the matter that is not in harmony with its nature and natural laws of cause and effect .
There could be a lot to unpack here, but I will leave that to your own inner and outer inquiries. I raise this work to share an ecological application of it. Based in imagination, it is the use of visualization and color to enliven objects with their vital three-part nature.
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In cultures around the world, the quarters of the year come with special significance. Here at the midnight of the year we have the fullest darkness yet with that a moment of renewal, of a change in direction as if hitting a rock bottom. Hopefully a soil bottom, but anyway. . .
A merry Christmas celebration of the birth of the solar Son of G-d in many traditions; a happy חֲנֻכָּה lasting of the fuel of the flaming trinity which is a candle (flame, wick, wax); and to all the rock bottom & bounce back of seasonal midnight, winter’s dawn. With that: a new year, an inflection, an arc to bridge the fall and rise, an angle to connect the number lines of one’s lives. A threshold – where you going? I&I Hॐ.
שלום One Love
I give thanks
for the source
for the music
for the indigenous people who share it
for the mutualism one can live
showin’ the way
For the present
The grief of a flower.
The grace of a bird.
The wisdom of a way.
The finality of a word.
50 million year + mutualism
Resounding generation – we hear’em
A grief. I feel it for a brief time now and now again. Takes ya to the deeps, something that comes with ya to ya sleeps.
Environmental, mental, an ever sentimental scent that scarce sense keeps dyin’
What I & I am finding
Renewal keeps tryin’, LVX movement illumine what’s next
Each particle a wave
Each ending a new beginning
A new in-ing, a new unfolding
A new present olding
Each one teach one, love some way to say two become one
Some one to be, the one self you see part “I” part “the” part “we”
A memory out of each moment, a moment of momentum
And on and on and on went
. . .
5 element theory got folks kinda leery
Got me in peace like a circle and a square
And I dare in this bi-polar world to try to be a triangle in the spot
☉ne dot in a circle
That’s sun, that’s light, that’s life, that’s one
The boom of m☽☽n in the room ☽y☽lin’ through forests and tombs
And tunes, as life goes on
And on and on and on went
. . .
New beginnings, for ever
Grief and gratitude, toward Home one better
The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.
– Albert Einstein
What does that mean for the spaces we occupy, the places we visit time and time again?
One's connection to place is ever evolving, as is the place itself,
in time and in space.
Rearranging. Exchanging, changing, ranging from your past to its future
And anew It that its future's to be, your past
Past "your" to I, & I move forward
In the place, the space,
The time, the rhyme,
The connection intersection
Forward toward your One's Will
Still, as you revisit may be one will
Feel still connected, inner record
Being written anew, sew-n together (hopefully for the better)
Finding history alit א (alif) to me and you as we do, evolve together,
In the place, the space
The time, the rhyme
Revolving We, One with All the  setter:
“Time is very slow for those who wait
Very fast for those who are scared
very long for those who lament
Very short for those who celebrate
But for those who love time is eternal”
“Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.” ― Andrew Boyd
‘Be in this world but not of this world.’ ~
“When you wake up in the morning, tell yourself: the people I deal with today will be meddling, ungrateful, arrogant, dishonest, jealous and surly. They are like this because they can’t tell good from evil. But I have seen the beauty of good, and the ugliness of evil, and have recognized that the wrongdoer has a nature related to my own – not of the same blood and birth, but the same mind, and possessing a share of the divine. And so none of them can hurt me. No one can implicate me in ugliness. Nor can I feel angry at my relative, or hate him. We were born to work together like feet, hands and eyes, like the two rows of teeth, upper and lower. To obstruct each other is unnatural. To feel anger at someone, to turn your back on him: these are unnatural.” – Marcus Aurelius
(And in a paraphrased version of Aurelius’ statement, other people’s wrongdoings are driven not only by others’ lack of good judgement of good from evil, but also by others’ own suffering and personal history and inner environment which cannot be known but can be reached with compassion.)
Start a revolution in yer own route; pitty the petty for their (sub)conscious penance
Focus on the tenants; who lives in YOUR house ? Toxic gick, obvious tricks, for-loops for coups ag’nst ye
*BOO* ghosts on the lost coast approach
you thought that was scary; floatin’ by, notin’ hopin’ for Babylon fallin’, you gonna help pick it up?
Shift it up: grab the fabric, put the awl in an’ escape!
Out like the vapors, makin’ discrete change like a caped crusador, one bad I at a time
Together we made Ur, together we engage agrikultur, together we hate darth vador (‘cept those who love’m)
∞K: Channel your anger: gyrate irate fate to dizziness, ferment inspiration to fizziness, SEEK LIFE LEST YE BE SACRIFICED to silliness
To the belly of the beast, to the burst of the bubble, to the bottom of the bank
Climb up to higher ground! Kick off, pick off, beware of luna-ticks off on their mission to spread their thought virus
Clear ye mind lest ye be fined
Clear ye mouth lest ye be found
Clear ye body lest ye be drowned in the downward trajectory of superfluous progress
Obsess over the turn-over: what comes next?
Get psyched for the game-over: what comes next?