Los Angeles 2019: Autumn Seasonal Delicately

Today I worked a spiritual event in Los Angeles.
The people attending were happy to be there.
As I helped people ready for the concert,
I noticed they were from all over the world.

Perhaps it was the anticipation
of receiving empowerment.
Perhaps it was relief
from the week's stress.

Perhaps it was amazement at sharing
a space with people who sought peace.
Perhaps it was the safety felt in numbers
of like-minded music-loving soul-seekers.

I believe what unified each person,
inwardly within themselves,
and outwardly with each other,
was the music.

The music and sound,
of many voices singing,
felt like a harmonic sound bath of light
emanating from Nature itself.

The experience felt like Wind,
when it blows as strong as it wants,
unchecked completely out of control -
or so it seems, 

to humans in fearful of sudden change.

Music when let loose, 

opens wounds and heals 

at the speed of sound.

Wounds open 

that you don't even know you have,
but miraculously 

before you can second guess,
to analyze or rationalize wounds -
these open wounds are healed 

and all scars dissolved.

We all want to transform experience into wisdom.

We all want to experience healing at the speed of light.

What allows us to experience
our unique transformational ability -
is our personal ability to have,
and our self-permission to allow.

The uncontrollable is cousin 

to the unforgivable,
and when together 

they dance to the chaos of sound.
This natural exchange opens 

the gateway into the heart 

of what really matters.

What matters most 

is what does not matter,
because everything matters
and every matter is spiritual in Nature.

The Nature of Spirit is the dance of Wind with Sound.

Together Nature and Spirit produce,
an offspring of creative expression.
This inner creative outpouring, 

is experience communicating, 

the wisdom of what matters most."

~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~

Sometime after 1997, Fujii Kaze wrote and sang;

"No matter how bad our bodies decay

We'd love to laugh at the end of time.

No matter what you're fighting for

I want you to be motivated by love.

No need to look for brand-new days

They're always here with us.

Though I've seen a lot of things in my life

My eyes will always and forever be sparkling

Though I've lived that long

Everything I've been through is like a dream ..."

Los Angeles 2019: Everything is Alive

Everything is alive.
"I took this photo a few days ago, the wild poppies of California.
When I looked into it's eye, I saw the formation of the planets.
Dust of the moon, spiral of a galaxy forming, warmth of the day.
It taught me everything I needed to know about life.
I watch the Wind bend it, people walk by it, the Sun nourish it.
I felt my lifetime spent in a moment, greeted by another moment.
The simplicity of it, and how it spends it's life on Earth inspired.
In the next moment, that moment gifted after this moment -
I blossomed, I flowered."

"Everything is Alive"

Los Angeles 2019: Small Blue Crowd

Colour is a word spelt many ways, 

in many languages.

Through it's emanations from the heart, 

the colour blind sense it's presence.

Color is spelt many ways 

as a word, in languages, many praise it.

It has the heart of woman.nations, 

it's presence gifts sense of sight.

Some stories in dreamscape are in monochrome.

Some dreamscapes story-tell in dimensional colour.

If planet Earth was operating on an autocorrect default setting,

We would miss the diversity of rhythms and hues randomly created.

I explore all the colours. 

I see rainbows expanding their visibility.

Colours grow dimensionally, 

as depth perception is self-cultivated.

The portal between consciousness awake, 

and asleep, is rawly coloured.

The many are the few, 

and the few are the many-facetted.
Containing our planet's polishing,
we are the surfaces of this cut gem.

We are the small blue crowd,
swimming oceans and skies of reflective light.

~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~

Sometime after 1941, Hayao Miyazaki wrote;

"Take root in the ground, 

live in harmony with the wind, 

plant your seeds in the winter, 

and rejoice with the birds in the coming of spring."

"No matter how many weapons you have,

no matter how great your technology might be,

the world cannot live without love."

"Small Blue World"

London 2006: Crowded Alone

"Somewhere in the crowd stood a man alone.
His face expressed the century's old battle
of people leading their fate -
through the tides of change,
against an ocean of destiny.

This man, in the crowd, who stood alone
was not self-defeated, nor was he world weary.
His spirit was not worn away,
or cast down, nor downcast.
He was singing his own song.

This man wore a crown of one
who stands along the many roads less travelled -
highways traveled less by the multitudes
of feet wearing down the streets
from their feats of stepping over time.

Individuals walk through Life.
Pass through their individual walks of Life.
The transparency of living Life
is travelled by the few and by the many.
We all step over time, to pass the time.

We all visibly step over time, to invisibly pass the time.

To move through that time, to get into this time -
we must move time, to past time, to pass our time.

The gift of time is timeless, a temporary rift gifted
to each one of us on, experiencing this, timeline's gifts.
A temporal tear made by weaknesses in search of strength.
A time-storm is an unfamiliar time-lapse transporting the familiar, so all,
becomes one, time, transforming overfamiliar forms into unfamiliar uniforms.

The familiar becomes family to the unfamiliar.
The unfamiliar families a new life cycle which becomes familiar.

One timeless time-bound family
united by the ties and tides of time.
Each one of us is not alone in fate,
but individually wrapped
in singular experiences of destiny unfolding."

~~ Sometime after 1879, Albert Einstein said;
"If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician.
I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music.
I see my life in terms of music …
Once you can accept the universe
as matter expanding into nothing that is something,
wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.”

'Crowded Alone'

'Faceless Legs'

'High iLight'

'Seekers and Travellers'

'Light Shower'

'Anatomic Lines'

'Back to the Light'

'Coming Out of the Dark Ages It Seems'