yeshes.online

i’m thinking lately about this strong association and identification with fire. i’m thinking about where i am in the cycle. this is not the sultry, smokey embers catching. this is not the heady rush that precedes flashpoint. this is not the giddy burning that is to be engulfed and enflamed. this is, i think, the banking point… the leaping fire diminishing, the coals going quiet with soft crackling as they settle, the embers delving with magma-esque glowing to deep places to lay in wait, to rest. from within the charcoal depths, i peer into the world, i listen and wait…. […]

captured for the archives from a place i used to visit… and did once more, for a moment, to collect them.

mantled michael perfect marble guardian of the longest night rest in your arms eternally peacefully past the veil

the paradox herald of truth unified opposites pointing both directions full dependence all things one in the void

wow. this is amazing stuff. a flood of imagery to speak silently, but among them, this… carbon black plant break time smoking i am limed by the deep, dark places i do not fear i breathe the dark in my lungs the void lives (the entire collection may be reviewed here.)

well. i didn’t nap today thinking it would keep me from popping awake at this hour. i was right. i didn’t pop awake at this hour. i just didn’t go to sleep. sigh.

i did say soon thoughts of shared root together, fruits from the same tree rolling downhill through the far fields finding life taking hold

i find a lot of things online that strike me as beautiful, often for very different reasons. this one i’m not going to explain, just going to put it here. and probably make a tile of it soon.

There is no difference between our enemies and our teachers.

hah. oh my. this is actually pretty damn funny, particularly to someone like me who is far too serious on philosophy. i’m all tipping my hat and such. seriously. http://www.phistophicles.com/