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Recieved: 2001/08/17 21:12
Subject: [K-list] Writing from no place. . . .
From: Panthur212
On 2001/08/17 21:12, Panthur212 posted thus to the K-list:
Dearling All~
I am writing from a place that is tinged with the warmth of the
heart, yet remains cool and velvety black- -comfortably so. . . I
feel like I'm standing solo in a field that is brushed by gentle
breezes, and thinking of You.
*a laugh* All of you....
I wanted to deeply thank each and every one of you who heard my
little rant. . *smiles* And those of you who responded. . I very
much appreciate all the inspiration, the mirror cleaning, and the
healing that was sent my way. . .and cannot say more any better in
words.
From you all I recieved mothers arms and handmirrors- -glass
cleaner spritzed against my world and simple smiles. . and i wanted
to say, to complete the circle without end, in Love
Thank You. All of you.
In the place upon which I stand right now- -that cool, black
field lit by the moon above- - -I feel an utter sense of calm....
Quiet, soothing calm- -Luna's lullabye to a child who has struggled
to reach and grasp, and let it go many, many times, and who continues
to do so. . .
She is singing me to 'sleep' . .to a rest. . . where I feel
almost as though things will unfold all by themselves to lead me back
where I belong. . .
Gently, slowly- -baby steps. . .
My heart would spill words more eloquent and poetic upon the page- -
for that is how my heart would speak much of it's time. .:0) but not
tonight, and i am glad. It makes me easier to understand whenI can
just talk. . .
Just- - - talk. . .
Gods. . I've wanted to Just talk for so long, and haven't been
able to get around myself to do it.
It feels odd. I have many things I'd love to say and share, but
as soon as they come up, they're swept away on the next passing
breeze. .
The winds who are my brothers and sisters whisper to me of the
Gathering in Vancouver- -I put a flute to my lips to send the silver
of my call, ribboning up and around- - until it flashes gilt and
wraps around my life as God(dess), moving me of it's own accord, born
and borne of LOVE. .of Life. . of All that is...
Perhaps I might make it. :0)
Perhaps not.
I'm laughing in my field.... I'm thinking of you all...
Laughing..and thinking..and my hearts tears are falling quietly- -
small ones. . of a pale shade of joy that deepens with each passing
moment...
I don't understand where it's comming from. . .I can't do anything
but BE, and let it twine itself around me as I twine my fingers about
the long stalks of tall grass that sweep up against my hips. . . .
Lost and in Love
Smiling and Crying
Alone and One
the paradoxes of the magick that Is. . . . life. . .
I spin, I swirl, I fall....
In my delerious little daze, I sincerely wish that i'd make more
sense, but I understand, intuatively, that when this part of me
awakens and blows it's kisses to the world- -I am passing on an
energy. . . . .
Smile.
??
I reach for more than conceptual understanding of things- -
fully aware that at every step I could be deluding myself and
creating and perpetuating illusions. . .*smiles, faintly* crazy. oy.
So I reach, and then I grasp threads- -and then I just let it go,
because I don't want to have to choose between illusions.
That sounds irrespondible, doesn't it???
I'd rather let myself be moved from within. . . . Just moved- -
perfect. .spontanious. I don't have to comprehend the perfection
all the time- -I just want it to be. ;0)
Maybe it IS. .
*gasp* and WHO KNEW?? *laughs*
Of course it is. . .*smiles, softly*
Now i'm scaring myself. . . . Lost- - I let go. . .I twine my
fingers around the grass, and pinch my lips.
I can speak of the energies of the seeds. . of the symbolisms and
what I used to feel- -what I still feel. . .
my perceptions are changed and changing. . .
Where am I going? ;0)
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm......
Feel the grass . . . .
Right now, at the end of this rambling- -I feel the glimmerings
of beauty again. . The edges of what Is. . .
I smile uncertainly, and whisper to Whatever Is - hoping that it's
Goddess and not just myself.
What is Goddess, anyway?? *laughter*
Hmmmmmm. . . .
Anyways. . I am standing in my field, my palms to the tops of the
grass. . .the moon overhead.....and Bow my head at the neck in silent
surrender that even *I* don't comprehend. . .
and I'm thinking of you...
writing from the heart..
Love,
Jason~
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