Promises

Dream Travel21 July 2007

I traveled to the Moon last night, in a long, silvery space capsule. It propelled my friends and I through smearing colors of white, sky blue, dark blue, and black, like some impressionist painting. With little delay we were upon the lunar surface, exploring with a tour guide who explained some of the landscape and human-made structures. I could see the Sun, but it looked as though it was contained within a metal basin on the Moon itself. Fiery flares blazed forth from this golden orb, holding me captive with its magnificent light and vigor. I am still upon the Moon as I write this, that soft place in the heart made of liquid fire - nourishing like water, passionate like flame.

15 July 2007

Your kisses are like rain...
Tenderly falling upon me,
As I drink you in.

Fuck! 11 July 2007

Oh yes, what would life be without the highs and the lows except a monotonous fuckover by the universe. Then again, would the universe have even come into being if some imbalance did not exist - the gunas recklessly fluctuating, causing prarkti and purusha to collide? *sigh

I need to go on an adventure, if only one taken through the inner landscapes. So much in the world as I perceive it has been shifting and changing, and it looks as though it's not about to stop. My days are filled with an assortment of new environments, tasks, and people. I've been offering advice for lifting nasty curses, getting paid to color, and having dreams about unicorns and alternate dimensions. All around me people's lives are in flux. Friends resigning from work, marrying people out of fear instead of love, moving, moving, and more moving. Everything is moving. This definitely isn't a period for being stuck in some outmoded way of being or thinking.

And I'm challenged by this. To behave and think differently in and about the world.