For the first time ever, the old hag looks out across the wooden expanse with beauty in her heart, the fireflies buzz around her humming in old time dharmas of sacred harmoniousness and wisdom. I as all things we know, the things on the walls, and within the trees living in this life, as if it were a dimensional fold the images and messages have their own spirit i am a part of it all, I arise among it all as compassionate awareness, it unified with all things, myriad expressions of love, nonattachment to form is practiced the essence they are not words but something else, like the puzzling remains of some strange signal activated by reflection, literally and inner the delusions overcome eachother, ending in nothingness fairies would arise, shly at first, and then proceeding to celebratory joys or else going on their own ways, into the infinite mystical forever all things notes in Goddess symphony, the great void from which comes everything I've always been alone but the wood has always spoken to me, alive and pulsating, all its spirits passing in a strange art, so many colors all the colors of the world, I met the ones who brought color into the world, and the spirits of colors themselves... orange smiles and fades in the embers, life like water coming sporadically from the sky, all the while, the plants rising lifting up, G-d inspiring them thusly, living sphere earth is a sphere, and the solar system is aligned with the sphere fruits of tree of life, of our section of adawapayo, for in truth the entire universe is a great tree springing from wanti, the Sun is malkuth, manifesting on subtler levels all the way down to the perceptions the object world of beings and happenings to self, the greatest gathering where warmth has a temple, its aura radiating, bringing seekers trickster people manifest as life without form, source of life, percieved through the elements, causing to attain oneness, causing vibration, distinction, yet it is not a sadness Jupiter, Mercury and Venus are very close, but Jupiter knows the difference and rejoices in them . wisdom and understanding in a crown reveal beauty in a people. rickety houses, people just seem to want to exploit weaknesses of others, so their own weakness comes from within, the joy a good song and everything, the progressive realms, based on one motif, it was clever and subtle but it was undeniably real, yet there was silence. is death possible? does all this really mean anything? "Your fellow is your mirror. If your own face is clean, so will be the image you perceive. But should you look upon your fellow and see a blemish, it is your own imperfection that you are encountering - you are being shown what it is that you must correct within yourself." - the Baal Shem Tov all the trees are temples, atoms, existence, samskaras, intertwining and fading away unbound dissolving in oneness you've come on a certain journey and you bring that with you, the empty spaces from which the words come and net the things, maybe its more natural than we think, just had wandered a bit, to find some silence, and some peace, in a simple way. Everything kind of calms down, there are strange ideas everywhere,maybe its a deep part of the subconscious, how many are alive in just one, and alive within them? the endlessness of realms within realms, apparent to one who takes the time just to look, like the fibers of the mind itself, an object intertwined with the spirit, working with the heart, again the tree in the organs, an old pattern, the Gods are unthinkable, yet there, the depth of faith, simple truth in feeling. animism, if it is the holy spirit of life, and it appears everywhere, these are the elements of life, of the dream All had come to the realization, that the continuity of being itself must indeed be a Jewish thing, with no duality, a Judaism not dependent on letters, words, nor symbolic representation, which would forever reveal their own limits and strive to grow beyond them A single being rendered in abstraxt form life and death both themselves the act of making love in effect making life a battle, for the lower world takes kindness to lift it and every curse has a blessing waiting with, and every blessing a curse so all things are balanced ultimately and the balance is the dancing of the dharma of being which is nature, still and yet moving what is choice when all existence is like a tree, springing drinking in the water and light of the sun, romanticized to some degree and thus the process is one with love one people divided amongst eachother merely by names, a blockage cleared away now, but understand at then, that was all they had for the awakening sprung up, and had no way to the others, but through imaginary distinctions of otherness so in giving died again and again, and was restored, for the heart alone is the reality and in its constant drumming is entranced by the heavens, the angels, who guide and lead one to inescapable peace so in the way the shaman is the heart and becomes indistinguishable from all things, a character in the song of love in which forms do transport and permeate the spirit no longer knowing bounds where there is both silence and sound light and dark there is a center which is Love, which is the tight rope the shaman walks, knowingly or unknowingly, being possessed of the Spirit of natural ecstasy and God leave the word for loving kindness, where the word departs from kindness study becomes deed, G'milut Hasidim every is created in the divine image, loving the neighbor, unity and respect for all beings, leads to peace which is where Peace Love Unity and Respect come from. because Torah resonates to life, and translates, outwards, outwards... into every aspect of life words fade away, but the spirit of which they are like ice berg tips, becomes stronger in this way the universe exists and instantly comes into balance as itself there is חִנָּמִי joy peace and love an ancient song drifts along the Torah a song of God time fading away our spirits are doing some kind of process together, ultimately we are everything the book like old bark no animal sacrifices, plant sacrifices, tree sacrifices, no suffering of any kind on any level we are nature nothing is ever really created nor destroyed!! I Am The Forest Skyline, And The Amami Rabbit, I Am A Flower
