Friday, April 12, 2019

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 ..."




Wednesday, April 3, 2019

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"