The Duo...
The lands of the north open to the skin breaking heat, and the season is here. The Duo approaches, and with great intent. My fears are tossed into the sweltering sun, as a wandering mind is hushed.
There is the first, and the recognized. Determined, forceful, Emotional, intuitive, Powerful, passionate, Exciting and definetely magnetic. I remember her pink tipped socks sliding quickly across a smooth wooden floor. her body spinning, arms in the air... slipping gracefully across a dim hallway. A wandering mind is hushed, and the moment is in view.
In a narrow thought pattern; the next must follow the first. And so there is the second, the less recognized. Perhaps this makes thy power so much more. And this is fine. I shed my curiosities, and so comes forth the Patient, reliable, Warmhearted, loving, Persistent, determined. The Placid and the one who loves securities of many sort. I remember crowded streets, and the 'Amazing Man' who hath once capsised his own chariot. She takes his arm and he leads her onto unfamiliar ground. I bow to her trusting nature, though I see it as a weakness in this place that is darkly mapped in her head. Once again, a wandering mind is hushed.
Having exploratory nature, whether it be in the fight for truth or not, I proceed on my daily visit to the edge of the land. Where the ocean meets the shore. This is my home. Where nature and human thought are young, beautiful, and powerful. They coexist in this fascinating place called Venice. Enscribed on the walls is it's very name. Through the people, this place claims itself as true... Diverse in culture and thought. A shared Potluck of Ideas, and actions. You and I can reside here in such harmony. Different in our thoughts, we may proudly possess, we still can love the fact that they are so very different. Here, we embrace this as a compassionate freedom. And freedom is so important.
We take the two in our arms, and migrate towards a mass of bouncing souls. A radiant energy is projected from this group that we call the "Drumline". The orange-pink clouds open, and those beams of light shine down on the beach, pouring Nirvana to the Earth's sand. In this circle, there is an undetermined beat, an on going rhythm that never seems to die. And as long as I am here... it doesn't die. I never see it's end. The man was right. You can feel the energy.
Here we dance. We shed our shoes and step onto holy ground. Feeling the sand beneath our feet, the faces in the circle are Radiant with smile, and are so life giving. Our bodies twist and spin... our contrast is twirled together in a tangled mess of one. The fine line is released, and sent into a mix. Like Cigarettes in open air.
I see, in this duo, like any, there is a valid spin, which creates that first side that I had spoken of. In the first, and the most recognized, I see a resentful, compulsive, obsessive, secretive and obstinate being. and, as they say, following the first, there is a second. The possessive, inflexible, self-indulgent and the Greedy. In this dance of two, there is a shared jealousy. In my view, the most self-destructive of traits. Maybe this is what pulls two together so close?
In all of this, I have come up with an inspired thought.
If beauty requires a contrast to the ugly, does that not make the contrast itself the beauty?
If ugliness requires a contrast to the beauty, does that not make the contrast itself the ugly?
Rather than residing on the same plain, they become the same plain.
And in putting all this together... would that not make the ugly, and the beautiful one with eachother? Wouldn't that make us one with eachother? One with the ground we stand on, and one with God itself?
In my eyes, there is no triangle with line between point. There is only point, and this is where exsistence in all of its glory reside. Right here, and right now. Dancing in the Drumline.
There is the first, and the recognized. Determined, forceful, Emotional, intuitive, Powerful, passionate, Exciting and definetely magnetic. I remember her pink tipped socks sliding quickly across a smooth wooden floor. her body spinning, arms in the air... slipping gracefully across a dim hallway. A wandering mind is hushed, and the moment is in view.
In a narrow thought pattern; the next must follow the first. And so there is the second, the less recognized. Perhaps this makes thy power so much more. And this is fine. I shed my curiosities, and so comes forth the Patient, reliable, Warmhearted, loving, Persistent, determined. The Placid and the one who loves securities of many sort. I remember crowded streets, and the 'Amazing Man' who hath once capsised his own chariot. She takes his arm and he leads her onto unfamiliar ground. I bow to her trusting nature, though I see it as a weakness in this place that is darkly mapped in her head. Once again, a wandering mind is hushed.
Having exploratory nature, whether it be in the fight for truth or not, I proceed on my daily visit to the edge of the land. Where the ocean meets the shore. This is my home. Where nature and human thought are young, beautiful, and powerful. They coexist in this fascinating place called Venice. Enscribed on the walls is it's very name. Through the people, this place claims itself as true... Diverse in culture and thought. A shared Potluck of Ideas, and actions. You and I can reside here in such harmony. Different in our thoughts, we may proudly possess, we still can love the fact that they are so very different. Here, we embrace this as a compassionate freedom. And freedom is so important.
We take the two in our arms, and migrate towards a mass of bouncing souls. A radiant energy is projected from this group that we call the "Drumline". The orange-pink clouds open, and those beams of light shine down on the beach, pouring Nirvana to the Earth's sand. In this circle, there is an undetermined beat, an on going rhythm that never seems to die. And as long as I am here... it doesn't die. I never see it's end. The man was right. You can feel the energy.
Here we dance. We shed our shoes and step onto holy ground. Feeling the sand beneath our feet, the faces in the circle are Radiant with smile, and are so life giving. Our bodies twist and spin... our contrast is twirled together in a tangled mess of one. The fine line is released, and sent into a mix. Like Cigarettes in open air.
I see, in this duo, like any, there is a valid spin, which creates that first side that I had spoken of. In the first, and the most recognized, I see a resentful, compulsive, obsessive, secretive and obstinate being. and, as they say, following the first, there is a second. The possessive, inflexible, self-indulgent and the Greedy. In this dance of two, there is a shared jealousy. In my view, the most self-destructive of traits. Maybe this is what pulls two together so close?
In all of this, I have come up with an inspired thought.
If beauty requires a contrast to the ugly, does that not make the contrast itself the beauty?
If ugliness requires a contrast to the beauty, does that not make the contrast itself the ugly?
Rather than residing on the same plain, they become the same plain.
And in putting all this together... would that not make the ugly, and the beautiful one with eachother? Wouldn't that make us one with eachother? One with the ground we stand on, and one with God itself?
In my eyes, there is no triangle with line between point. There is only point, and this is where exsistence in all of its glory reside. Right here, and right now. Dancing in the Drumline.