Re: Shaping and shifting

On Sep 12, 2:37 pm, Tif <tifere...@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:

'round about midnight?
Seems that his watch and my own watch are not properly synchronized
but hey, "proper" may not have much to do with the deal. Still, for
the record my own watch informs me that it is already past midnight
and that time is now resting within that sensitive moment when one
begins to perceive the difference between the colors black and deep
blue, between night and the rise of dawn.

Better I should have said sundown for that is when the first to
believe changes the day, not at midnight as our garden variety
calendars would seem to indicate.

So if you happen to meet
the Dylan on the road, inform him that I ain't going back into
midnight, it's too late now for me to do that, been there, done that,
quite thoroughly actually, so thanks to life for the experience
gained, but enough is enough, no more. Tell him also that , without
promises, I'll try to remember to send messages and maps from beyond
my own horizon, this in case he and some of his loyal companions wish
to join this pathfinder on her way. Tell the ones who will take to
that road to flash their lights -36 times-.

Seven times will do for Him; just your appearance is good enough for
me.

Then, if I am in a good
and worthwhile place, I'll be able to come and greet them. It's the
best deal i can offer today while, once again, the changing of the
guards is realizing itself on the spiral of time. Below you will find
one map. Forgive me as I can't remember if I have posted that one
before, but hey, some things are worth repeated and besides memory
ain't as important as imagination and righteous intention are, for we
all get now to simply walk on while Creation is being renewed, night
and day. This is shared to day with you and all, a vessel containing
my hopes for coming sweetness of life in all of Creation .

There is a season for everything,
a season to sleep in the dust
and a season to rise,
a season to let go of idols' imprints
and a season to embody new visions,
a season for the midnights of carnivals
and a season for a clear moon,
she smiles on bride and groom .

When the One who lives inside the brimming Void divided Self
to move Being into Becoming,
She drew in a breath, a 'let there now Be This'
and so it was, her exhale created ground.
Then her lightning flashed, her thunder roared :
'Let there also Be That'
... and there was evening and there was morning,
one yielding to the other, day following night :
'I am that I am' had begun its many lives.

Rivers run to a sea that is never full,
winds hum and rattles shake,
a day is busy being born, innocent
like Love's promise of Hope, eager
like a Bride awaiting Her groom, sacred
like a Torah lifted above the lakes of judgment,
untarnished like an empty mirror
where Nothing reflects Everything.

In the mirror look and see how light now gets shaped
into new stories of Dawn arising:
they highlight the emerging hope~filled realities.
Like flesh covers nerves and bones,
like blood yields to ground of soul,
tales, metaphors, symbols, usher in spirit
into life's biology;
and so it is that in the living scroll of Light
the mystery gets safely concealed,
the essence of truth can rest,
a new seed can breathe,
vibrate, pulsate, expand to reveal
new vital aspects of the whole,
divine attributes to engage our selves with.

When the Law separates from the Heart ,
words lose their radiance,
fears rise high, truth grows faint,
the flames of love dim;
when the pulse of the Presence is weakened
wisdom gets bound, innocence drowns.
Even then, we must 'never despair'
~~hold on to love~~
it is when the world gets quite dark
that a light shines her brightest.
Already Truth's rainbows appear in the mirror,
already creature tremble in awe and joy
while Torat-Or prepares the rebirth of the world,
fills hearts with a craving, a yearning :
it bursts beyond mind's schemes
within an eternal burning,
it sanctifies the hunger
with a dazzling light,
it touches lead and gives it shine of gold.

Night and day, divinity challenges us :
'untangle knots of captive words
and to wounded distortions restore affirming meanings.
Free your Spirit's imprisoned sparks,
invite the living heart to pour its song inside you,
allow the waters of the birthing to break forth :
the unpredictable Verb will wild itself free
in lands where Breath expands borders
and pulse of Heart returns us into balance.'

Be gentle with yourself, be very patient,
the journey calls for discriminating attentiveness:
you must take care not to confuse
one lone magnificent thread
for the entire tapestry,
one magic tall tree
for the healing forest,
one sweet singer
for the fullness of the choir,
one ruling iron cross
for the dancing of the messiah,
one whistling star
for the vastness of the sky,
one sparkle of light
for the arising of the sun
on wings of eagle.

Rest often in the midst of the changes,
rest and accept, rest and allow.
Until Peace on Earth is proclaimed b'Emet
and laid gracefully in G~d's keep,
watch the parade of the ships
ingathering in the sacred harbor :
'one by one the guests arrive'.
Patiently wait for the time to throw anchor
and greet each new arrival with the beat of a drum,
and the sound of the shofar.
Pray for the rays of spirit to come dwell in our beings
and celebrate, yes , against all odds celebrate.
Celebrate Love, Celebrate Uncertainty,
Celebrate Chaos, Celebrate Harmony,
Celebrate the Reshuffling of Reality,
Celebrate Life's adventures, Celebrate Hope,
Simply Celebrate What Is.

Celebrate Life so We may Live.

* * *





Not the same thing as the "in the end," at least not in any infinite
universe that we might know about...

But he's still a bridge builder; look at all the people he's brought
together here at rmd just to discuss his work!

May the trumpets herald in another good year for you in the never-
ending book of life!

On Sep 11, 12:12 pm, Tif <tifere...@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:

Thank you Tif for the astute assist!
He's not with you now, but he'll be with you in the end.
He creates the distance and then bridges it.

Excuse me sir, I beg your pardon but who are you to talk with such
Self aSSSured confidence about the Dylan's possible future emergence
out of the shadow, in the end? If assist did not reveal itself to be a
3 sss letter word, I might have skipped town by now, salute and shake
the dust off my wanderer's feet. Sssurely you my buddy, have lived
well and long and hard enough to know that the universe has no end and
that one who might be sufficiently naïve to primarily attach Self to
an elevated and elevating future, without making sure to also remain
solidly grounded in the sensate beauty of a real present on earth (to
earth? with earth?) could run the risk of becoming too fixated on
some kinda promise that might not get delivered, and while doing so,
sink lower than an eclipsed sun , oh mercy dud'lay da doom. I trust
that neither you nor the clever bridge builder you refer to - if he
reads those rmd converses!- would want such a miserable thing to
happen to anyone on board. Surely not when the moon is ready to lead
us into a sweet new dance, in just a few days

So my good friend, listen to the bells of St. Mary ring softly while
the chariot still swings low, hear the sound of the shofarot answering
them in the wind, and know that Tishrei might hit us with a dose of
renewed vigor, one at least worthy of a Yom Ka-Ha-Purim of carnival
proportions. Hey, Walker and Just, along with the 1500 blessings of
the President that we are about to transfer unto the rosh of the
year, we shall put to good use all the help we will get. It is all
simply too good, too good to be wasted. Energy itself will be
recycled.

Now, since some of us are gearing up to usher in the new hebrew year,
I wish one and all a shana tova, a good one, a year of positive
changes with an easy fast forward for those who choose to go fast.
Above all, don't forget to savor and enjoy what is already the good,
the better, and the best -here and now- and allow the future to
emerge unbounded, by expectations of how the flow of your realities
must feel and look like. The times they will continue to be
a'changin'.

Take good care, stay strong, stay well, fly high, good luck.

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beautifully said. may the new year bring peace and tranquillity to us
all. and remember when your standing by the water casting your bread
(tashlik) on yom kippur don't weep too loud most of those sins are
only in your head
" i wish i'd a been a doctor,
maybe i coulda saved some lives that have been lost.
maybe i'd a done some good in this world,
shana tova,marcoose.

shana tova marcoose. you don't have to be a Jewish doctor to save
lives but you might just as well cast your bread crumbs tomorrow
afternoon with some others among us.

stead of burning every bridge i've crossed.

I am no biblical scholar so I should be very careful about the
scriptural metaphors that I use, especially when I relate them back to
Bob's songs. Evenso, the heart can go places where even words cannot
follow. Seems, Tif, that your words lend themselves to the precision
of expression that my clumsy attempts at profundity profoundly seem to
fail. Keep on building those bridges of expression; I love all kinds
of bridges and believe their builders are blessed...


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