Perceived only in the ink
The blank page tells our story
No imagination, no being
Ink stained hands reaching
to touch the existence of life
The blank page tells our story
How am I to make my marks
Will my ink stained fingers leave their print
Is our existence only in the ink
Will we be known only on this page
No words, no being
Ink stained fingers reaching to know
Reveal your being
Allow my page to be full
Leave your ink print upon my life
Fingers that are writing the story
Come to me maker of stories
Reveal your secret life to my book
Leave none of my pages empty
Creator of my story leave your ink upon me
I would know this ink,
No matter what it writes
I crave its words and being
Come to me ink stain
To quote Heather Williams, H.W., M., “Translation is the creative process of re-engineering the outdated software of your mind.” Translation is a 5-step process using syllogistic reasoning to transform apparent man and the universe back into its essential whole, complete and perfect nature. Through the process of Translation, reality is uncovered and thus revealed. Through word tracking, getting to the essence of the words we use to express our current view of reality, we are uncovering the underlying reality of wholeness.
Sense testimony:
Women can go on witch hunt, using the natural inclination of men to protect them, in order to have their way.
Conclusions:
Truth is the invulnerable, unavoidable, birthless/deathless, harmonious, spontaneous holy presence of Itself betrothed to Itself.
The ever present Power Well Being Vitality Ease and Agreement of Knowing Powerful Presence of Truth is Self Evidently Expressed by each and Every Individuation and expressed Communally because that is all there is.
The Impersonal I AM I is the only Truth of order, being the universe omnipresent consciousness.
–Count Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy, usually referred to in English as Leo Tolstoy (September 9, 1828 – November 20, 1910), was a Russian writer who is regarded as one of the greatest authors of all time. Wikipedia
“Hidden beneath the conflicts and divisions of modern culture is a profound fear of life. This anxiety finds expression in both exaggerated images of sex and in various kinds of repression. What is needed today is the restoration of a Venusian sensibility and an Epicurean delight in the deep joys and everyday relationships and experiences. We badly need grace, mutual appreciation, and humor. Spiritual movements often overlook the sensual layer of life, thinking that virtue somehow stands in austerity and self-denial. This presentation is an appeal for grace and beauty as antidotes to conflict and violence.”
–Thomas Moore
ABOUT THOMAS MOORE
Thomas Moore is the author of the bestselling book Care of the Soul and fifteen other books on deepening spirituality and cultivating soul in every aspect of life. He has been a monk, a musician, a university professor, and a psychotherapist, and today he lectures widely on holistic medicine, spirituality, psychotherapy, and the arts. He lectures frequently in Ireland and has a special love of Irish culture. He has a PhD in religion from Syracuse University and has won several awards for his work, including an honorary doctorate from Lesley University and the Humanitarian Award from Einstein Medical School of Yeshiva University. Three of his books have won the prestigious Books for a Better Life awards. He writes fiction and music and often works with his wife, artist and yoga instructor, Hari Kirin. He writes regular columns for Resurgence, Spirituality & Health, and The Huffington Post and has recently published Writing in the Sand: The Spirituality of Jesus and the Soul of the Gospels, Care of the Soul in Medicine, and The Guru of Golf and Other Stories about the Game of Life. Much of his recent work has focused on the world of medicine, speaking to nurses and doctors about the soul and spirit of medical practice.
I saw you tonight
slowly slipping into the dark
sliding beyond my sight
hiding behind what I could not see
I saw you tonight
peeking at me from afar
silver light
hard to see when I first looked for you
High above the lights of the city
Through rain covered windows
What will be as you are revealed?
Stars are dimmed by your light
the grass is filled with diamonds
and the sun bows before you.
I saw you tonight peeking at me
Silver light filling my garden
laying your purple traps
Leaving your chocolate for me
to taste
I saw you tonight waiting
in the bamboo
and roses
making shadows to tease me
You slip so easily behind
the wispy clouds
throwing your light
leaving me yearning
How easily you are
Amused upon my pillow
And playing across the windows
Setting my room aglow with secrets
Tonight I remembered 1984 Living in the village in New York City Walking along Christopher Street Every time I go there my heart stops
Steve, David, Phil, My love Constance, Beloved Stephen and Gabriella How many more names of death that year I can barely breathe your names
Beautiful faces along the walk Steps full of pain and sickness Fear along every avenue How will I remember to breathe
Your leaving took away my wanting to breathe
I would have gone in your place
I would have given my breath so that you may be
Beautiful faces that fade into the clouds of time
Who will remember to breathe your names
How soon will we forget those times
I let my balloons go to release you
Floating taking your worldly pain
Tell me how to breathe again
It does no good to hold you in sorrow
Yet if I release you what will be left?
Take my breath so you may be again
I am learning to breathe again
Holding my breath will do no good
For as time passes I can only remember
I remember my love for you
In the end I can only breathe in our love
And exhale our love.
What else can I offer you now
But a memory of love
With each breath I find my love for you
I can not give you my breath
I can only give you my memory of love
Breathing in all that was
Holding it in love
Breathing out new life of love
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On April 28, 1968, Aretha Franklin appeared at Amsterdam’s Concertgebouw, the city’s grand concert hall famous for its acoustics and on-stage seating. Franklin was joined by the Sweet Inspirations, a vocal group that included her sister, Carolyn Franklin, Charnissa Jones and Wyline Ivey, as well as a stage band. Franklin’s Amsterdam concert was part of her first European tour to promote her Atlantic album, Lady Soul, released in January. Before she left for Europe, Franklin and Atlantic had negotiated a new contract, even though there were several years remaining on the one she had signed with the label in 1966. Much had changed by early 1968.
Five of her singles for the label had sold 1 million copies, and Atlantic didn’t want to waste any time locking her down into the future as her popularity grew. Atlantic’s deal ensured Franklin $750,000 in 1968—the largest guarantee ever paid to an artist up until that point—as well as $1 million over several years. When Franklin returned to the U.S., Time magazine put her on its June cover. Fortunately, the Amsterdam performance in 1968 was captured in a 42-minute film directed by Bob Rooyens and remains one of the great concert documents. A few notes: The gentleman accompanying Franklin backstage was her husband and manager, Ted White.
The Dutch interviewer’s question at the start of the film about Franklin’s recent homecoming appearance referred to her concert in Detroit on Feb. 16, 1968 at Cobo Hall, where the city’s mayor had declared the date Aretha Franklin Day. And those are flowers the audience is throwing up at her during her opening performance of (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction, NOT trash.
Here’s the band: Jerry Weaver (guitar); Miller Brisker, Donald “Buck” Waldon (tenor saxophone); David Squire (baritone saxophone); Donald Townes (conductor/trumpet); Russell Conway, Ron Jackson and “Little” John Wilson (trumpet); Rene Pitts (trombone); Gary Illingworth (piano); Roderick Hicks (bass) and George Davidson (drums).
-Tracklist:
01. Arrival At The Concertgebouw
02. Satisfaction
03. Don’t Let Me Lose This Dream
04. Soul Serenade
05. Groovin’
06. A Natural Woman
07. Come Back Baby
08. Dr. Feelgood
09. Since You’ve Been Gone (Sweet, Sweet Baby)
10. Good To Me As I Am To You
11. Never Loved A Man ( The Way I Love You)
12. Chain Of Fools
13. Respect
The sensuality of life is God/Truth beckoning us, seducing us, to stand in the absolute in an orgasmic moment of ultimate sacred love.
An ultimate act in praise of the eternity of life sex as anything less than this is illness, an affliction an error and it should be burnt upon the altar of the children yet unborn.
To see our self as gender ridden choice laden is to take the power of love dash it against the darkness, saying, “be-gone universe, you are no more.”
That which is so cannot be chosen nor can it be classified.
Sensuality and sexuality are experiences and have nothing to do with intellectual endeavors.
The intellect does not enter the promised land, only the sensuality of God can take you to that orgasmic moment known as life.
So we desire, so shall it be.
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