In the night - we dream
Full moon waning, hanging bright in the sky.
Sleep evades the busy mind taunting lightly.
Moroccan mint to soothe and calm the soul.
Dreams of violence in London... Free Us! we cry, Death to Tyranny!
Municipalities and mischief of the anarchist. The individual versus the system. The personality constraining against a set of rules and laws like chains to the soul. Struggle for freedom of expression.
There is something Holy in this world, in the stones of the Earth. They have a very long memory. They remember us when we were all children and had no cares. Then we grew up to become pirates. "All grownups are pirates!" say the Lost Boys. They never want to grow up. I never want to grow up, grow old, grow stale. The key is in the heart. As long as the heart is young and free so shall be the body. Enlightened innocence is the way of the future!
But these are just the worlds and words of a sleepy fox typing blindly into a computer in the mid-night. I miss my mate.
I miss having someone to love and yet fear to be constrained by it as well. I have learned to love the whole world. But what good would a love be where you are not free? Such patterns need not exist anymore for those who do not need them. As such I need not fear for myself or the future. Change will come even to the most cynical of us. It is the way of the universe, and to some degree the way of man as well.
As the Arcturians say: "The way of man is one of blind faith. This is the art of incarnation as a human, to evolve from a state of unknowingness to all knowingness." Typical of these late night philosopher rants. But I'm still reading stories of ancient Greece and seeing how much of our modern world is a product of theirs.
I do not like to be cold, but I appreciate the cold for its contrast to the warmth of summer. Winter offers us starkness of reality in its bite. It can be grey and shadowed and also crystalline bright. The clearest nights are in winter and oh how I love to watch the stars - but cannot stand long the chill of the winter night! Winter's personality is one of introspection. While we await the return of the fire we go into the dreamtime. We look within ourselves and hopefully know ourselves better; know each other better. Or so we hope and aspire.
24 degrees in Kingston. 3 degrees in North Montpelier.
Sleep evades the busy mind taunting lightly.
Moroccan mint to soothe and calm the soul.
Dreams of violence in London... Free Us! we cry, Death to Tyranny!
Municipalities and mischief of the anarchist. The individual versus the system. The personality constraining against a set of rules and laws like chains to the soul. Struggle for freedom of expression.
There is something Holy in this world, in the stones of the Earth. They have a very long memory. They remember us when we were all children and had no cares. Then we grew up to become pirates. "All grownups are pirates!" say the Lost Boys. They never want to grow up. I never want to grow up, grow old, grow stale. The key is in the heart. As long as the heart is young and free so shall be the body. Enlightened innocence is the way of the future!
But these are just the worlds and words of a sleepy fox typing blindly into a computer in the mid-night. I miss my mate.
I miss having someone to love and yet fear to be constrained by it as well. I have learned to love the whole world. But what good would a love be where you are not free? Such patterns need not exist anymore for those who do not need them. As such I need not fear for myself or the future. Change will come even to the most cynical of us. It is the way of the universe, and to some degree the way of man as well.
As the Arcturians say: "The way of man is one of blind faith. This is the art of incarnation as a human, to evolve from a state of unknowingness to all knowingness." Typical of these late night philosopher rants. But I'm still reading stories of ancient Greece and seeing how much of our modern world is a product of theirs.
I do not like to be cold, but I appreciate the cold for its contrast to the warmth of summer. Winter offers us starkness of reality in its bite. It can be grey and shadowed and also crystalline bright. The clearest nights are in winter and oh how I love to watch the stars - but cannot stand long the chill of the winter night! Winter's personality is one of introspection. While we await the return of the fire we go into the dreamtime. We look within ourselves and hopefully know ourselves better; know each other better. Or so we hope and aspire.
24 degrees in Kingston. 3 degrees in North Montpelier.