A silk of quivering birds (anemones of sound, gliding out from universal anima), drift in through Hathorian gateways; tiny, triumphant gods of numinous rhythm come fluttering upon vast tides of vibrating light.
I am crowned in crimson rivers of their golden flight, swallowing the radiance of stars in their turbulent love, yet, watchful as my feathered journey-men dress me in fanciful visions of some grim, imagined human suffering.
PLEASE don’t try to imagine yourself taking a long, slow breath as you slipped right into your own comfort zone, that’s right, up….or down….(you can adjust it to fit), so you’ll be ready for your next step, or you could leave that idea just over there because it’ll be right where you left it when you come back to that.
Can’t you see what happens when you l i s t e n to your self relaxing, relaxing so easily… that your body is becoming so…. oh! but please don’t take that next step down now, not just yet…. because there’s some very important business to attend to first, and you could take a moment, (or a very long while), to notice the time, and you could really pay attention to your self when I ask you “How are you feeling now?”
Are you remembering to breathe?
You know, as you continue to Breathe, I wonder when you’ll discover just how automatically supported you are, really, that You’ll just keep Breathing in and out, so easily, that you can forget all about doing that and let yourself just keep remembering that your breathing is taking care of you, while you take a look at this….
Here it is,… here’s that picture of you, maybe you’ve been looking all over for it and it was there right in front of you, showing you exactly how you appear right now, gently making your way towards something that’s so important to you,… that’s right, just ahead, I hear you thinking, what’s that sound?, …it’s just audible enough to remind you to really notice how curious it is that time is slipping by like silk ribbons through your fingers and the sheer pleasure of discovering yourself drifting through time is something that you can enjoy in so many ways that remind you of what it is that you really wanted to get so clear about now, to discover all those new ideas that really inspired you and helped you to pay attention to the best ways that you create new choices, and how you’d already achieved all those goals.
If you’d listened now to the small sounds, to the tone of comfort that you’d already created for yourself, you might have heard the rhythm and the quality of your own resources, nourishing you with fresh and new ways to discover the increase in your energy so that you can enjoy it right now, and as you began travelling, and really lifted yourself in so many ways that stirred your creative abilities and your awareness with such purpose and attention that if you were to take just….one….more…breath, you would find yourself wide awake NOW… in a fragrant landscape of new opportunities, totally refreshed in the conscious realm of possibilities as you opened your mind to be fully here right now…
CROW
Circle-centre, wagon wheeled hub of ridicule. Lord of eyes and limbs of awkward innocence hidden in indigo richness of unfolded gifts. Self-stabbing, sharp craving suppression, aversion to echoed stones of stupid words aimed at the softest joy-heart of curious genius
Singled, for downpayment, out-cast for the part. Congealed, powered by surrendered thought. Driven under, mined into chaotic asylum
Brave small beauty, wander away now. Dance it out, all eyes to the open ground, nestled to the thump of loving crept so far close. Peace dreamer, drummed visions arcing, in this clear deep port of opportunity, gently, in widening strides of the circle centre
SPIRITUAL PEELINGS; HEXORCISMS, LOCATING ALL LOST and COSMIC KEYS WHILE-U-WAIT
If you would but wear me, I could drape your Dover bones in plump foldings of succulent heaviness, as a viscous river of fluid nectar flowing to moisten your cracking, shallow scrabble for joy.
Purely for your pleasure, I am a full-weighted sack of shiny toys, a playful charisma for your loneliness-show, a deep, full larder of festive feastings, a prime lubricant for your stiff and brittle pain .
Yessss, I will press you into so many glorious shapes that will dazzle and perk the brilliance of your imagination, that you could ever be so proudly ribboned, so boldly bolstered.
I will whet your dreams. Anoint you with such glorious, grainy colours, that you may sniff at the banquet of my death, that I have long prepared, honed, sliced and browned in these flagrant, flavoursome poverties and wandered forlorn in such grisly groans, to tempt, tedium upon tedium, until your moods could bind the mighty sun in ropes of bitter bile and I would fly, in tiny, tender, ancient pieces of me.
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