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Famêlée

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This feels like an arrow
Made from a tree
That rose from
An acorn
That I gathered and stored
In another life

Scribed with a message continually
piercing my heart

I wasn’t only wounded though,
I was woke
into a clarity
that I was already sighting in my dreams,
writing – with words
mortal and eternal

You once said, proclaimed or whispered
Every single thing
That I ever believed
My own truths embarrassed in the shadow of your confidence
My inner voice silenced in your animated persuasion
Believing you so completely – for the better of my years
Becoming like and unlike you because of it,
but not be-coming me,
Un-be-coming me every day

I ain’t even mad
You don’t know this – still,
You don’t want
to hear,
or listen
Our time is running out
Even this admission
Is sure to haunt me one day,
and guilts me today

But I can’t call you confidant or crone
If you refuse to learn,
to evolve,
From this one archetype

The wide and long view
seems to escape you
You live in the moment in the least way, the worst way
And I don’t worship here or there, any more
The faith in your godliness is gone,
It is unfamiliar
For me to pity you
You, deaf and tone deaf

You had all the answers
In the morning shallows, perhaps
But evaporation revealed even those
Were anchor-less, yet stationary
An algae
Mucking up the colorless perfection of sunlit water

But in the deep, or dark, or quiet pools, you were always so lost
And in the ocean, at night
You drown even in its calm
You have ridden civil swells and storms,
I’ll give you that
But have you ever communed with waves
Allowing them to be part of you
Swallowing and absorbing the mystery
Becoming the colorless perfection of dark water

You seem to stay parched
Your belly’s hollow from impious fasting and pious thirst
You do know that’s where your heart sits?

But let’s agree to come around again, friend
We’ll swap places and next time
I’ll be the mother,
and the son,
and the husband,
and the elder,
and the babe,
and the foreign one,
I’ll become The Other One
because,
I want the chance to know
You

 


Her, me.

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I learn so many new things each day, that I feel like Samantha, the AI operating system OS¹ in Spike Jonze’s film, “Her”.

It’s as if I am birthing myself out of my own ignorance each and every day.
– kimtnt ⊕

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Rooftop. photo by: kimtnt


The Bottom (RV)

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The Well at Kom Ombo AWIB-ISAW: The Well at Kom Ombo A deep well at the Ptolemaic temple at Kom Ombo, which functioned as a nilometer. The well is also thought to have been used in the ritual worship of the crocodile. by Iris Fernandez (2009) copyright: 2009 Iris Fernandez (used with permission) photographed place: Omboi (Kom Ombo) [pleiades.stoa.org/places/606346]

 

Get to the bottom of this.

This, means You
Get to the bottom – of Your Self

Must we be thrust
down the well
of ourselves
Through loss, by the grave, or near-grave

What if
instead,
we pulled the rug out from under ourselves
To reveal the formidable trap door

What if we climbed down into the dark cellar, willingly

to enter our infinite interior
to touch the well
the ancient aquifer within
where the gods reside and respite with our Twin Selves,
our other-halves waiting for discovery

This infinite, eternal presence
be-neath our weathered houses

What if we willingly descended
Into it
Unto it

And we learned to crave the Original Dark
and its companionship

Where we delve deep into our imaginations, dreams, nightmares,
That connect us primally
to the pool of imaginations, dreams and nightmares of every one,
Of every being that ever existed

Collective Unconscious
made Self Conscious

The dark, deep well
we may all draw from

Pour out your false light
reveal the truth:
the unbearable emptiness of being

Cup your hands
Or wade into the well
Deeper and deeper
submerge, swallow
you’ve been bone dry for so long
Do you see that now?

Baptize
The only way
To rebirth yourself
Into something worth birthing
Into something worth being
is by this sacrament, anticeremonially, un-ceremonially

Knowing now the bottom is
The only place where alchemy happens

Where wine is turned into eternal water,
instead of that story first told to you, by them

And the mystery
the wet, deep, dark becomes you,

Envelops you so completely
You want to drown beautifully

But you must taste the bitters of the surface
Swallowing down your thoughts
Before you drink of the All

To finally collapse in on yourself
Into beautiful nothing
becoming nothingness

Prima materia

In coniunctio

Drenched in Mystery
quenched with Truth
imbibed with Revelation

Reborn
for an endless moment

The perpetual well
archives your eternal experience
as the deja vu

Memory though will evanesce,
even as droplets cling in the hollows of your vessel

Now that you Know
Truth and Mystery
Exist
so near, just beyond,
yet
within you,

Reascend resplendent
Reemerge humbly

the Gods send a daily postcard:
Wish you were here.

 


Am Aum Om

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Who am I.
What am I.

What remains, if it’s taken all away,
if I die or am killed today;
If I were never born today;
If I were reborn today;
If I were unborn today;
if I choose to strip all of it away,
if I strip It all away

I
strip
It
all
away

My birth;

My parentage;

My race;

My ethnicity;

My nationality;

My family history;

My name;

My family;

My childhood;

My background;

My home;

My neighborhood;

My city;

My country;

My back-story;

My culture;

My religion;

My friends;

My loves;

My partner;

My marriage;

My child;

My progeny;

My legacy;

My intellect;

My politics;

My beliefs;

My ethics;

My talents;

My labor;

My education;

My skills;

My occupation;

My associations;

My friendships;

My relationships;

My temperament;

My attitude;

My affection;

My cowardice;

My courage;

My humor

My hate;

My prejudice;

My justice;

My wins;

My losses;

My habits;

My flaws;

My knowledge;

My personality;

My indignation;

My judgment;

My judgments;

My action;

My inaction;

My anger;

My rage;

My compassion;

My strength;

My kindness;

My goodness;

My shame;

My joy;

My pain;

My ideas;

My words;

My speech;

My secrets;

My expression;

My face;

My body;

My womb;

My motion;

My taste;

My scent;

My touch;

My sound;

My body,
my temple
my aperture
my dwelling;
My mind;
My humanity;
My morality;
My dignity;
My presence;

My universe;
My heart;
My love;
My experience;
My gods;
My death;

Who am I
Without them?

What am I
Without them?

What remains, then,
without them?
Who remains, then,
without them?

Then What am I
Then Who am I
Who am I
What am I

Still am I?
am, I?

Am I
Am I, I
Am I Am

Am I sound
Am I essence
Am I origin
Am I alpha
Am I omega
Am I always
Am I all ways
Am I everything
Am I nothing
Am I every thing
Am I no thing
Am I light
Am I dark
Am I god
Am I energy
Am I vibration
Am I consciousness

Am I continuum
Am I infinite
Am I eternal
Am I

I Am
I am
I AM

I  Am
I
Am

Am
Only, Am

Am
Am
Yes,
Am
Yes,

Am
Aum
Aum
Aum
Om


the [intentionally] unexamined life is not worth living ….

Socrates 
Plato’s “Apology”

 


beach obe

I open my eyes and ochre water’s all around

I’m underneath, but I’m not scared, I still see golden sunlight too

I see your legs; you’ve let me go

and I think I’m down here all alone

I hear voices, but I can’t breathe

So I leave, I’m off to explore

But wait, there’s me – that’s my face

Can’t you see, that somehow now, there’s two of me

You finally see the first me

and you slowly raise her up

She coughs and breathes;

and the other me just goes and floats away

But which one am I; now, I’m not sure

Am I real, or was it she?


Gnostic Gospel of Transition

 All light

That’s what you are

That’s what you always were

But you’ve got to move on, now

Ready to go home, true

They’re waiting for you

All light

I promise; it’s alright

 

So go home and wait for us

Set a place at the table for us

We’ll be there, one day – with you

It’s the one thing I know for sure

 

All love

That’s what you are

That’s what we all are

Stardust and magic

We all go back to it

So leap; you don’t have to stay

All love

I promise; it’s okay

 

So go home and wait for us

Set a place at the table for us

We’ll all be together one day – with you

I know it; I know in my heart it’s true

 

Forever

That’s what you are

That’s what we all are

A beginning with no ending

One with everything

One step – into eternity

Forever

I promise; you’ll see

 

Go home and wait for us

And set a place at the table for us

In star time, you won’t wait too long

I promise, we’ll see you, soon.

 

Amen.


The debt-ceiling rose, the stock market fell: it’s time to take stock in ourselves.

My little bit of money is not in the market, because market gains are predominantly ill-gotten. The market is built on deception, exploitation, devastation or outright destruction — the markets operate as sanctioned global establishments of gambling, commodities speculation and mutant derivative product creation — run amuck — with phantom gains miraculously transformed into real money and real gains born out of the labor, sacrifice and pain of others.

The market flourishes because of the deception it perpetuates — one which we sometimes choose not to see, especially while our 401ks, our investment accounts, and in the recent past – our home’s value, are blooming like tomatoes on MiracleGro (for the record, I don’t use MiracleGro either).

The market relies on the exploitation/devastation/destruction of:

1) labor here and abroad;

2) the environment and natural resources – whether it be air, land, water, fossil fuels or conflict minerals;

3) animals (domesticated and wild mammals, fish and birds);

4) and lifelong debtors (usury, i.e., loan interest once was considered an abomination, a sin, and today it remains a scourge on society and government — and it’s purely an economic fabrication born of greed).

Why not take our money out of the market, and if possible (of course it’s possible), out of the big banks altogether? At the very least, we could move our money into true community banks, credit unions – or better yet, into savings and loans co-ops of family and friends (to deposit into and draw from legitimately – with trust and without interest).

You know, the interest you “earn” at the too-big-too-fail banks and the gains you “earn” in the market or through your retirement/investment accounts are primarily obtained either by the direct labor of others in the extraction, harvest, production, processing, transit, distribution and sale of commodities – or indirectly to you via the big banks, through interest debt paid by the wages actually earned by the aforementioned direct labor.

Let us use our money instead to do good for our families, our friends and for others. Let’s not buy a damn thing without knowing its origin and provenance, and let’s just get out of the stock market! Take your money out of the market because of love, NOT FEAR.

Let us try to be more conscious human consumers and human beings, and with small steps, we can start to reclaim our health, our lives, our natural and sacred resources, our planet — and most importantly, our human dignity and divinity.