Open for Transformation

It is the easy view that in your locale
You stand [or sit] alone.
Yes, in that remoteness
There is smugness and that is a cloak that wraps well,
especially when one’s bones chill from trauma or emotional savagery
From the world; from one’s lover; from family’s snare.

So snugly one rests or hides or resides,
[name any definition of your state of existence]
And there one squats,
Weighing choices,
Brewing plans,
Contemplating, not only the navel,
But the skeleton and sinews of being.

Then or better observed, when
Some penetrating occurrence
Punctures one’s stance or setting,
One must react.

Ah, the opportunity to become:
More
Bigger
Enriched
Diminished
Intoxicated
Encouraged
Transformed

Make certain that such knocks
Are knockings on the mind’s door
That bring both transformation’s energy
And OPEN the gate to one’s positive evolution.

The sensing and awareness we each must muster to evolve must be ceaseless in their application. do not go into a stupor.

The Contracted View

One must realize as they progress in the process of increasing awareness, that the ease of consciousness within the contracted diameters of proximity are enticing enough to destroy the desire to expand one's paradigm.
Oh, that the desire to encompass the world in your every consideration! How it inspires high thoughts and platitudes!
It is the human frailty though that allows the shortened and provincial vision to be our reality.
Can we strive to be broadened through a disciplined series of decision-making?
Can we scan the shower of media: the informing visuals as well our individual personal saturation in details. Whether the details are build on truth or colorized by motives, that discrimination has increasingly become a daily task.
Seemingly, straightforwardness and honesty are are rare and precious as the regal jewels or clamored-for metals.
So one must seek wisdoms to use as a compass to navigate the world as she stands.
It is not a new task but a new paradigm.
To be expansive and see the widest horizons: that must be the candlelight for one's walk!

Suspended Or Rendered?

It is the mirest thought, that now can be converted through electronic and mechanical interfaces, into ACTION!

Just as we all, eventually realize, that thoughts are to absolute potentiality of our being.

Old Descartes, though he often regrets the open expression of thinking equating to being, did have the bull by the horns.

So each of us, in the times when we stub our progress by claiming a toe bump, should concentrate our thoughts into those NOW clearly demonstrated tools of ACTION.

Bring your insides to the outside world. Cause creation by the induction of your ideas into real entities.

Act. BE. Bring release and relief to many, including yourself. Expressing those ideas, which we realize come from THAT SOURCE of power to be converted into a force for change!

seeing and being...

The observational skills we, sighted souls, hold must be employed ceaselessly. Why walk or cycle or sit without inhaling the slightest nuance of nature?

It is the luxury of the senses that we, those with those abilities, so often allow to rest in a slumped aggregate of cells. I urge siphoning in for the purpose of inspiration and creative spurring...a frequently as one can.

A certain percentage of the slurry LIFE provides falls through the proverbial cracks but make sure that the knowledge that coats your senses brings the richness to your being you deserve to taste. Allow it to be savored and incorporate it into you being...

The careful selection of those elements of good thinking, fine viewing and rich words it is of those materials we must construct ourselves. And thereafter, distribute the wealth gained to those that we touch by formal or casual association.

Open to receive! Give openly! The route brings one to living. Life is to be LIVED!

No Pivots Just Rotations

When one finds the whirling of living, gets good actions turning into distractions; take a rest.
Allowing the simple sensing of the moment, to be added to the array of observations and experiences that fill the moment one has, why filter the experience?

Let the skills and intuitions one has developed by your keenest guide and deepest read of gut.
Incomplete scanning of all one's knowledge bases can but set reality to an oblique angle.

Be in the thickest, densest and most lively phase of the day/night! It will shower you with the
positiveness that sparks energy! POW! You move forward on the mission of living.

Options Are Openings

The people walk or wander,
Their intent or lack steering the compass.

Nature grows or decays,
no choices.

Spirits, though, find expression
In ways one commands, often
Allowing, otherwise, shaping.

Options Are Openings;
Take some.

Afloat - but reaching and Looking

In self-examination, one may ask: Are we are both submerged into a pool with no edges...upon which to rest?

It seems, my dear one, one should look for a log to grasp or a branch stretched from the a rooted base that is just centimeters from your finger's grip. It will lift you.

Is that not clear? Of course not! Life is murky and in one's process of sieving through an excruciatingly whirling of whorls. What strikes our hands or minds?

One connects or contacts the IT. But again, it is in the act and in the process of the constant cementing and the deconstruction of one's self that LIFE is build. Flux.

Ah, yes! My premise, in initiating this recording effort (done but over time) and as my living allows and as my LIFE exists, is to express the sequence of creation from thought waves to shaped ideas to actions to construction of the tiniest energy burst within me. And so for you...

SO to lean onward, with the gathered tenets tucked under your arm, seeking the accomplishments of the professional elements in life. For me, I seek the publication and distribution of media: printed, e-books, visuals and audio materials to those people hungry for affirming word, guiding cues and structured routes for incorporation in their heart-founded mission: to be a parent linked not singularly by lineage but bonded by shared moments.

The moments that we experience with another [our family, strangers, casual commonly formed friends]....those details of living are the delights! Be on the watch! Savor! See!

Look not afar but here! When two or more of us are gathered together, what is present? You can easily answer that!

Now They Peer Upwards

Without the gentle removal of the matted and moist leaves, the stretching stems of the daffodil would have remained unexposed to air, sun, wind and eye.
By lifting the leaves and allow the natural forces to direct the emerging plant growth, y participation in the unfolding of the spring season...amplifies the gift of renewal and new growth.

Nature is the powerful tool of our Maker. It gives and teaches and enhances every hour.

Thanks be to our Maker!

Pressed into the soil...

In my attempt to be aware of the NOW as it presses around me, I seek to really make observations that trigger my intent to sense the NOW as completely as I can.

Today, while walking towards my home, treading atop the soggy yet crusty soil, I saw indentations. There was no doubt that the scattered depressions that I saw were made by the hooves of deer.

This idea is conceivable as I reside on a property that abuts a creek. Throughout the year, deer will visit, linger, nibble and even give birth as I observed last summer.

But, for today's observation I saw the hoofprints of deer, rhythmically stretching across the yard. There was a absolute grounding of my mind and embracing of the joy I felt at that moment...viewing the paw prints.

Thanking God for the view, for the land, for the glimpse of nature that absolutely imprints itself upon and within me. The NOW riveted to the beauty of the earth's soil gives me gratitude for this day.

Tucked in the FLOW and yet..

It is with rapt interest, at the moments I can allow, that I think of both the technology of blogs and the motivations to blog.

History, the written remains of human record, prove the desire to both create and leave legacy in words. That leaning does not exclude me.

The luxury and ability to cast those creative FLOWS into the earthy realm of the internet is amazing. Personally, I am still at the phase of appreciating that zast skill and adjusting my former habits of recording in a hard copy journal or album my observations and inspirations.

But the thresholds between my conceived words and those who may or might read and receive my written thoughts [or video records-inserted within blogs], are still significant and a mediator of my actions.

My intellectual [cognitive or contemplative] life: is there need to cast it into the world's vibrational field? Should it not stir me first and then, with a sense of editorial weighing, be sent forward for larger consumptions?

Let me stand as for human communication and sharing and revealing. Perhaps for some humans that focusing breeds self-discovery. But, need one's valued details [our individual life's minutia, be set before the ALL the internet's unity represents.

In reminding myself, that I may chose to read, scan, or view or NOT. That act is mine and so, upon this reviewing process today, I will simply allow everyone's FLOW, tucking mine in amongst the global torrent.

Now at the creekside, deers roam.

Softly Unfolding...

My viewing life's unfolding, with the ongoing convolutions of sad and bad and great and superlative in the year numbered 2008. My anticipation and monitoring this Olympic Year had begun years ago. Global gatherings for sport and cultural exchanges are exquisite and engaging for me.
In visiting China in 2006 my observations filled me with imagery and patterns of behavior in that country and the trip shapes my current study of the pace and progress of the Games, that country, the larger world as I am experiencing my ration.
The diminished span of time that many delightful tasks or necessary toils receive as the compression of free time erodes the segment of our lives during which we can mull facts; rethink conversations; and design our dreams!
One can but attempt to manage the hours flow and divert a desired chunk of minutes to a task or person or focus or simple musing!
Urging your care in allowing the soft unfolding of your life.