On pickpockets.
As a child, I was gentle and respectful of elders who to my eyes was every person who had that demeanor of being in charge. It was later, way into my forties that the realized that this quality was a developmental excess which in the ensuing years had morphed into other
aberrations that affects emotions ones view of others.
My father encouraged and helped me board the train. I was timorous timid child and secured a place in the crowded VT Local. The overhead train light hardly shed any illumination below the commuters necks, shouldering their burdens. Those furrowed face lined with
I noticed a hand reached from the effulgent inkiness as though it was some hand-headed creature; but catching the fierce eyes of the thief--the alarm stayed stuck in my throat. Overcome and lost. Father was very reasonable and did his best to get me to give up the fear which had suffused me. This terror, and the dread that followed became companions.
Shadowing women
The creak of the bed, on which numerous hopes of a transitory release — a
small taste of moksha, a fleeting transcendence from the body, achieved in
the flesh. INTRA. Of aching pudendas stretching shadows to receive the rare beloved
in many non-encounters. A beloved who belonged elsewhere, to someone else.
Is this possible?
Carting Fetuses to gain some paisa
The
Dusk and dusky
There is nothing like
The seventh
http://www.mizukan.org/shodo.htm
India ink.
Sauli, saulent.
The spirit is the compelling force from within that exudes to the outside.
In one who settles or walks seeking a spiritual path, or regards a chosen
path as being a course of action for ones spirituality—the spirit will
manifest itself, although it does not simply materialize; nor does it show
up to make the notion any more real. The notion has to be one of surrender,
acceptance, a commitment.
What is Shodo. Boku-ju, Line, pressure, balance, form, Positive an
dnegative. What prompts.
Rinsho, Kana and Tenkoku.
Rinsho develops intuition, awareness,
Kana, in mixed form called Chowatai is when in the same piece one write in
Kanji and kana (hiragana)
Isha devata. Gram Devata. Tapping and making intuition.
http://pages.prodigy.net/david_wolfe/pmaa/Japanese_terms_S.html
Most of what we do is for ourselves. It could be our personal practices as
in a Way which we practice. In time we begin to see, or must hope to see our
practices as larger than ourselves, yet nothing more nor less than what we
thought at first. When our eyes set themselves on something beautiful the
muscles essentially relax although they pulse. All it movement. When and if
we see the sublime, our body tautens, the sight evokes awe and fear, even if
be a tinge of facing the unknown. In both these situations, or if one was
blessed by such experiences the solitary would perhaps stay in equanimity.
One cannot decide to be so. Ones being has become such or has to become
such. To stay in equanimity is to stare at what time places in front of us,
what it subjects us to. Not stare as in gawk, but stare as in commune, in
realizing that you are a part of infinitude, and are ready to accept the
charge handed to you, even if that means knowing that ones time will cease,
and yet not cease. One may be a long way off from realizing this, but its is
in our bones. My purpose is to hold hands, and in the rare case to break
bonds, although I shy from the latter.
We are, “a by-product,” as a good friend of mine says “of a lot of
productivity”—of productive energy on the part of many others. The spirit is
the shield and pointing towards salvation. This may come across as a very
Semitic notion. I see it a little differently; as available to all. We must
commit ourselves. Not to die, but an acceptance to what lies ahead and
around; so in that sense committing to death. Much like being in the center
of centers. You are not seeking death, but seeking your nature. Looking for who
you are. Being one with the light as it shines upon you, as it awakens you,
as it awakens us to sensitivities, in awareness.
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