#ustoo

#ustoo … the hunger

It is a riddle deep in mystery that seeks understanding of duality – of separation, and confusion.

Across a crowded room … something-other draws me near … until …

through trial and error we couple, or not … brave the lonely people, who find comfort just there …

babies come from joining … the whatever-made-ustoo … left us wanting and needing other attentions, from birth to death, and beyond …

life is an alchemical crucible of transformation … moment to moment, we become, … a pinball in a game of thrones … #ustoo includes the mad, the saints, the murderers, and those being crucified on the cross of too much wealth …

to the Hopi: the Day of Purification

to a Christian practitioner: love comes in this Set of Wow-n0ws, with a sword, … no peace in the trials of the separation …

The end of the Mayan Long Count, on the cusp of the Kali Yuga & the Third Millennium …

tea&company while Western Civilization burns itself to the ground, and in the smoke and mirrors the phoenix is being woven from the groundlings – the overlooked masses – who wearing yellow vests plot their final revenges against the holier than thou … Bastille Day; 9/11; and what goes around comes around …

the ancient Greeks had the gall to think about there being gods, and what the fuck do we morals do in those circumstances … turns out the godsRus in the #ustoo … we are not only doomed to live time a moment and a day at a time, but weeks, and months, and years, … through youth, and WTF, and wisdom – should we slow down enough our rush to seek and find the … partners in the crime of surviving life in good company …

Eros paints the world with that which is wanted and desired, with a force of attraction that burns …

the real world, not the virtual world, has consequences irrevocable, although there is nothing in the Creation that does not serve want&desire – what is wanted through the gate of silicon?

Is it real?

Separation is felt so amazingly real, and as we close the distance, … better sometimes to find a community of wonder who enjoy what we enjoy, whatever it is we enjoy …

Eros is two which are also always one. Erotic and Sensual pleasure. Erotic is of the mind, of the hidden heart, while sensual … although such an intimacy can be commercial, the heart has to volunteer, otherwise our internal music is not the best song – we are flute and drum, nerves and heart, heaven and earth.

All surfaces are kin to our human skin. The keyboard and screen which involve our senses is itself erotic with promise, and sensual – although we tend not to recognize the elemental kingdoms, there not being any “things” in the Creation … only Beings, all with consciousness and will as every aboriginal religion has understood since time began … in the beginning, what was whole, divided itself … nothing is not of the beginning … your eyes, my hands, the air we share, and the curse of words that can touch, yet are not quite enough …

cleave He suggested … in the dark of the night do not be alone, … lie down feel the caress of gravity, ,,, and let go into the little death … tomorrow takes care of itself, and well, we are all doing time one moment at a time …

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