these are my many self examiners, the thoughts and feelings and fears and hopes and desires and compassions and cold observers i have to answer to for my actions.  they are neat and orderly most of the time, but always ready to take my temperature.  are they ready to declare my medical state or simply check my vitals and pass them on to the higher mind to assess my situation?  Yeah.  That’s a good question.

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3 divisions

how many divisions of the mind do we have to create in this world, in this society our species has chosen, in the pact of socially acceptable behavior and human compassion… how many divisions are required for us to get through this lifetime relatively unscathed? i can step outside of any situation and look at it with a pragmatic eye because I have neatly compartmentalized my heaven, hell, and earth minds.  When it comes to  my internal view – how I see myself and how to act in my own world – in these three divisions, I am less successful, less effectual.

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jet.

another departure from here to anywhere else.

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wide open spaces.

I reside in this graveyard of longing… don’t pretend you don’t as well.

Jan Toorop painting

The foundation opens beneath my feet, to unearth the stench of  past. The repetitive thought movements of present crowd in to hail the release. The dim light of  my soon-enough proceed in steady pace. I stand on this bone yard, ash yard, past yard .

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cave eyed

who says the cthonic is at all times black, darkened, lightless?

if only i could touch my own soul…

(photographer unknown….)

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no-mad

We hold tightly to our nomad hearts.

I am prepared to strum whatever strings are put beneath my fingertips in hopes to feel that tremolo.  Crouched, curled, prepared to unfold a song….

painting by Gisela Verdessi

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head like a church lady’s crown

how the mind soars, inspired to many things, ever reaching air , calling it holy.

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