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Dream Journal Free Write

10 Dec

I have been There before in dreams, and I am positive that this Twilight Kingdom exists beyond the relative: I think it exists; therefore it exists. Perhaps There is an archetypal idea, and the infinite potential of its landscape is an eternal ideology. Existing in perpetual obliquity: There is, independent from the tenants and dwellers, thoughts and ideas, There supports.

I am Transient. My lifeline walks the crease between the layers of a folded world: the realms of Energy and Matter, or much lucidly, the realm of appearances and the realm of the illusion of appearances. My life struggles to collect cohesive presence in either world all together. Thoughts, behaviors and cognitions can communicate beyond the divide but this has its disadvantages. Every thought falls from beyond the shadow of a doubt, every feeling feigns an hysteric syndrome of unjustified , leading to sentimental expression weighted with the conviction of a parachute,  fastened to pack a punch in its articulation on the masked backs of thoughts or behaviors in order to cross back into the common reality. Typically, I express my feelings as either intellectualized pieces of jigsaw logic or brewed into a hasty impulsive reaction. Feelings are more often than not the odd man out left alone in a world outside of time in infinite space.  As a transient, I have gained access to trespass beyond the partisan, corporeal divide.


Here again as soon as I loop, swoop pulled out of There: a lucid shoelace, a purl stitch. Imagination my engine, feelings fuel the timeless travel, and a secret is masked behind the sensation that I am just as alive as a fragment of imagination as I am in this freckled sack of skin and bones.


I have been to this timeless location before, specifically. The dream is recurring with more depth and detail each time. Last night I was aware that I was dreaming, a transient dream in a transient state as a transient passerby. For this reason, my feeling of fear informed me I was part of the corporeal, reality world, simultaneously. The people with no fear in this told me it was because I was experiencing contact with one archetype and I would numb to the fear if my fear realized its own petty perception and that the fearful stimulus as all around me. There was a snake by my foot in the dark, duck lair of this dream. I was my landlords dilapidated wooden sunken ship of a broken series of bungalow settlements. There was a snake by my foot and I yelp for my landlords help in fear. He was working on a mast to mask the gusts of harsh wind from breaking an entry in the form of a great howl through the cracks between the wooden panels. He mentioned something about filtering  magnesium and oxides  through the mast (magnesium trapper) that the wind carries. This, he said definitively, is for our own protection.  He laughed at my irrational fear. Look around you he said. You are surrounded by snakes. I did look, and I was surrounded by an astounding patchwork of piles of coiled snakes. He grins. How dumb to be scared of just one snake, that one snake, he said pointing to my original referent. You see one, fear that one, and are too blind to notice that what you fear is so much greater, the fears lie in piles around you. He said all of this with no fear of his pant leg touching the rattler of a snake. Get over your fear, and you can be free.

With that he vanished, and I awoke.

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Out of Eye, Two Butterflies

15 Jul

For any active readers out there, the title is a reference to a dream of mine last week.

The featured BeMused by Design graphic is the supplementary mandala icon in tandem with the following BeMused haiku mantra:

Eye of Compassion–

Peer inside explanations,

apologize once.

Origin Sift

16 Jun

-iatric

  • from Gk. iatrikos “healing,” from iatros “physician, healer” (related to iatreun “treat medically,” and iasthai “heal, treat”); of uncertain origin, perhaps from iaomai “to cure,” related to iaino “heat, warm, cheer,” probably from a root meaning “enliven, animate.”

I

  • 12c. shortening of O.E. ic, first person sing. nom. pronoun, from P.Gmc. *ekan (cf. O.Fris. ik, O.N. ek, Norw. eg, Dan. jeg, O.H.G. ih, Ger. ich, Goth. ik), from PIE *ego(m) (cf. Skt. aham, Hitt. uk, L. ego, Gk. ego, Rus. ja). Reduced to i by 1137 in northern England, it began to be capitalized mid-13c. to mark it as a distinct word and avoid misreading in handwritten manuscripts.
  • The reason for writing I is … the orthographic habit in the middle ages of using a ‘long i’ (that is, j or I) whenever the letter was isolated or formed the last letter of a group; the numeral ‘one’ was written j or I (and three iij, etc.), just as much as the pronoun. [Otto Jespersen, “Growth and Structure of the English Language,” p.233]

plasma

  • 1712, “form, shape” (earlier plasm, 1620), from L.L. plasma, from Gk. plasma “something molded or created,” from plassein “to mold,” originally “to spread thin,” from PIE *plath-yein, from base *pele- “flat, to spread” (see plane (1)). Sense of “liquid part of blood” is from 1845; that of “ionized gas” is 1928.

protoplasm

  • 1848, from Ger. Protoplasma (1846), used by Ger. botanist Hugo von Mohl (1805-72), from Gk. proto- “first” + plasma “something molded” (see plasma). The word was in L.L., meaning “first created thing,” and may have existed in ecclesiastical Gk. in a different sense. It was used 1839 by Czech physiologist Johannes Evangelista Purkinje (1787-1869) to denote the gelatinous fluid found in living tissue. This word prevailed, though Ger. language purists preferred Urschleim “original mucus.”

god

  • O.E. god “supreme being, deity,” from P.Gmc. *guthan (cf. Du. god, Ger. Gott, O.N. guð, Goth. guþ), from PIE *ghut- “that which is invoked” (cf. Skt. huta- “invoked,” an epithet of Indra), from root *gheu(e)- “to call, invoke.” But some trace it to PIE *ghu-to- “poured,” from root *gheu- “to pour, pour a libation” (source of Gk. khein “to pour,” khoane “funnel” and khymos “juice;” also in the phrase khute gaia “poured earth,” referring to a burial mound). “Given the Greek facts, the Germanic form may have referred in the first instance to the spirit immanent in a burial mound” [Watkins]. Cf. also Zeus. Not related to good. Originally neut. in Gmc., the gender shifted to masc. after the coming of Christianity. O.E. god was probably closer in sense to L. numen. A better word to translate deus might have been P.Gmc. *ansuz, but this was only used of the highest deities in the Gmc. religion, and not of foreign gods, and it was never used of the Christian God. It survives in English mainly in the personal names beginning in Os-.
  • I want my lawyer, my tailor, my servants, even my wife to believe in God, because it means that I shall be cheated and robbed and cuckolded less often. … If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him. [Voltaire]

vox

  • 1550, from L., lit. “voice” (see voice). Especially in vox populi (1550) “the voice of the people” (the full maxim is Vox populi vox Dei “the voice of the people is the voice of God”).

Egg

11 May

Easter Egg & Egg Creation Myths, Newall

Egg Decorated with Hutzul Ribbon

Homeric Cosmogeny

The first recorded reference to a world egg occurs in an Egyptian papyrus of the New Kingdom Petosiris:

0 Egg of the water, source of the earth, product of the Eight, great in heaven and great, in the underworld, dweller in the thicket, chief of the Isle of the Lake of the Two Knives, I came forth with thee from the water; I came forth with thee from thy rest.

Egyptologists have not decided to whom this text refers. Probably it is Thoth, the god of the moon, who appeared in the form of an ibis, and who is described variously in different legends both as having hatched the world egg at Hermopolis, and as having emerged from the egg himself . Petosiris, the priest of Hermopolis, records that:

Part of the Egg was buried in this place, and here were found all beings who came forth from the Egg.

Various Egyptian deities are associated with the egg. An allusion to the Sun God Rah reads:

0 Rah in his egg, who beams in his disk, rises above his horizon, shapes himself with his own metalmgT he sun itself is “The solar eye, an egg to which is given life among them.”

Elsewhere we find:

It was made against those of your retinue, on account of the wish of the spirits that are there, for not letting the breaths be inhaled except by the Great and August God who is in his egg. I come to thee and I am at thy service.

This ancient idea of a primeval egg which hatched the sun god occurs frequently; the sun myth took various forms in Egyptian thought. In one representation the sun is an egg, laid daily by the celestial goose Seb, the god of the earth. From this egg was born the Phoenix, symbol of the sun.12 Thus, in The Book of the Dead, the deceased says:

Hail, thou god Tem, grant unto me the sweet breath which dwelleth in thy nostrils. I am the Egg which is in the Great Cackler, and I watch and guard that mighty thing which hath come into being, wherewith the god Seb hath opened the earth.

Khnum, a god of creation, whose name signifies “The Moulder,” formed the world egg, as though from a lump of clay on his potter’s wheel. In ancient drawings we also find Ptah of Memphis seated on his throne. The Chandogya Upanishad describes the original act of creation as the breaking of an egg in two pieces : The Sun is Brahma-this is the teaching. A further explanation thereof (is as follows).

In the beginning this world was merely non-being. It was existent. It developed. It turned into an egg. It lay for the period of a year. It was split asunder. One of the two egg-shell parts became silver, one gold. That which was of silver is this earth. That which was of gold is the sky . . . Now what was born therefrom is yonder sun. When it was born shouts and hurrahs; all beings and all desires rose up toward it . . . He who, knowing it thus, reverences the sun ashrahma.

In Hindu mythology hirazyagmbha, the golden world egg, appears in a bewildering variety of forms, according to different traditions:

The restless, darting fish, at fall of evening,

Seeks where he may his refuge in the waters,

His nest the egg-born seeks, their stall the cattle;

Each in his place, the god divides the creatures.

These lines refer to the sun. The Rig Veda describes eight sky divinities. One of these, the Aditya Surya, was born from an egg: Eight sons there are of Aditi, Who from her body were produced. With seven she approached the gods. But the egg-born she cast away. Surya driving his chariot, drawn by red horses, across the sky each day represents the sun god, like Apollo in the Greek pantheon.

Again in the Rig Veda Prajapati, the original male, fertilizes the primeval waters, the original female, transforming them into the golden egg. Inside sits Brahma, the Golden Person, where he remains for a thousand years, floating in the waters of creation, his miraculous power shining through the seven shells of the egg, infusing it with a golden radiance. Within the egg with Brahma are the continents, oceans, mountains, planets, divisions of the universe, gods, demons, and humanity. According to the Lazus of Mana Brahma, the original substance, propagated himself:

He, having willed to produce various beings from his own divine substance, first with a thought created the waters, and placed in them a productive seed. The seed became an egg bright as gold, blazing like the luminary with a thousand beams; and in that egg he was born himself in the form of Brahma, the great forefather of all spirits . . . In that egg the great power sat inactive a whole year of the Creator, at the close of which, by his thought alone, he caused the egg to divide itself. And from its two divisions he framed the heaven above and the earth beneath. In the midst he placed the subtil ether, the eight regions, and the permanent receptacle of waters.

Aristophanes in The Birds writes:

There was Chaos at first, and Darkness, and Night,

And Tartarus vasty and dismal;

But the Earth was not there, nor the Sky, nor the Air,

Till at length in the bosom abysmal

Of Darkness an egg, from the whirlwind conceived,

Was laid by the sable plumed Night.

And out of-that egg, as the seasons revolved,

Sprang Love, the entrancing, the bright,

Love brilliant and bold with his pinions of gold,

Like a whirlwind, refulgent and sparkling.

Correspondences by Charles Baudelaire

10 May

Correspondences by Charles Baudelaire.

Correspondences

Nature is a temple whose living colonnades
Breathe forth a mystic speech in fitful sighs;
Man wanders among symbols in those glades
Where all things watch him with familiar eyes.

Like dwindling echoes gathered far away
Into a deep and thronging unison
Huge as the night or as the light of day,
All scents and sounds and colors meet as one.

Perfumes there are as sweet as the oboe’s sound,
Green as the prairies, fresh as a child’s caress,
– And there are others, rich, corrupt, profound

And of an infinite pervasiveness,
Like myrrh, or musk, or amber, the excite
The ecstasies of sense, the soul’s delight.

Charles Baudelaire

Everywhere is the Face of G-d

6 May

Insight from the Qua’ran:

Sura – 2 The Heifer ( Al-Baqarah)
Order Of Revelation 87, Verses: 286

Like a freedom fighter fights for his land,
He held a pen in the palm of his hand.
Who would describe the love in his eyes?
Or the words he writ ; the tears that he cried.
His words justified not the eternal feel
The ecstacy left his utterance sealed
His soul flew high and his body dead
Drenched in madness he at once said:
‘This body you see is not really me.
It is just the shell of what used to be.
Pain has left and my mind is clear,
Best you can do is wipe my tears.
The joy I feel is impossible to tell.
Come. Come. dive in the well”
As ghoosebumps sprung I could clearly see,
That at last, my friend, he was finally free.
Like a freedom fighter fights for his land,
He held a pen in the palm of his hand.
For years I’ve prayed this would be my lot,
And now everywhere there is a face of God.
-  Everywhere you turn is the Face of God.”  – Quran (2:115)

Stream of Consciousness [Free Write Poetry]

3 May

Transition is the space between.

Start at point Q1 and move through space until the quest has resolved Q1 and here we are now at Q2.

The question begot another question. Pause. Retention of breath, And Move Again.

Start at Q2, pace through space, destiny and destination share a common root, and I must have been daydreaming or waking while sleep walking in a spiral, because I see Q3, have the experience of Q1 and Q2 inside of me in the nature that is the nurture and cultivation of experience.

Retention. Liminal. Sway, sway (there are strong winds blowing back and forth and back and…) fall into the gap. Falling through the gap.

Co-articulate falling through fall into I am inside the gap and I am no longer searching, I am alive and being as present as present, slipping seamlessly like the silhouette shadow of a sun rise and fall dawn to dusk until the next twilight when a bright eye beams at the star light dusting the cutout tree scenery and I think to myself: life is beautiful.

And I feel myself alive and life is beautiful and I am full of the beauty around me because it is me and I am it and it is beauty and I am from the same grains as the snow topped mountain never seen or touched or the secrets the exist unbeknownst to the skies that reside on the dark side of the moon.

And I know that I know that I feel my imagination traversing the unexplored drawing a map of the secret rhythm and sacred geometry that lies beneath the illusion of an oasis and I feel symbol and significance escape with every exhalation and I am an intentional being and my life is bountiful and rich with meaning and it is true because I have faith that I believe it is so.

Words of Wisdom: On Art & Sacrifice

2 May

Joseph Campbell serves me as a source of inspiration, spiritually and academically. Campbell was inspired by Carl Jung. Their words articulate notions that stir something deep within me and resonate greatly, like a ball rolling around a Tibetan bowl.

The word “ART” can be simply said to be the synonym of Beauty. It is defined as the collection of beautiful, creative things. It is the expression of your imagination. It is the skill acquired by experience, study, or observation. It is an occupation requiring knowledge or skill. It highlights the conscious use of skill and creative imagination especially in the production of aesthetic objects and implies a personal, non analyzable creative power (Joseph Campbell).”

“Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument. To perform this difficult office it is sometimes necessary for him to sacrifice happiness and everything that makes life worth living for the ordinary human being (Carl Jung).”

Homer-The Iliad: Book XVIII (I Seek This When I Need This)

11 Apr

Bk XVIII:468-617 Hephaestus forges Achilles’ armour

With this, Hephaestus returned to his forge, turned his bellows on the fire, and ordered them to begin. The set of twenty nozzles blew on the crucibles, sending out a varying blast of air at need, aiding his careful efforts as required, at every stage of the work. Into the crucibles went stubborn bronze, tin, precious gold and silver. He set up a great anvil on its block, and took a massive hammer in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other.

Then he first made a shield, broad and solid, adorning it skilfully everywhere, and setting round it a glittering triple rim, with a silver strap attached. Five layers it had, and he decorated it with subtle art.

On it he showed the earth, sea, sky, the tireless sun and the full moon, and all the constellations that crown the heavens, the Pleiades, Hyades, great Orion, and the Bear, that men also call the Wain, that circles round in its place, never bathing in Ocean’s stream, while gazing warily at Orion.

On it he showed two fine cities of mortal men. In one there were marriage feasts, and to the light of blazing torches, the brides were led from their rooms and through the city, to the sound of wedding songs. Young men circled in the dance, whirling round to flutes and lyres, while women stood in their doorways gazing. But the men had gathered in assembly, where two of them were arguing a case, contesting the blood price to be paid for another’s death. The defendant claimed he had paid all that was right, putting this to the people, but the accuser refused his acceptance, and the pair of them sought arbitration. Both were cheered by their supporters, whom the heralds firmly restrained. The Elders sat on the sacred bench, a semi-circle of polished stone, receiving the speaker’s staff from the loud-voiced heralds, and rising to give judgement in turn. At their feet lay two talents of gold, the fee for the one who gave the soundest judgement.

The other city was besieged by two armies clad in glittering armour. Their plan was to attempt to sack it, or accept instead a half of all its wealth. But the citizens resisted, and secretly were arming for an ambush, their beloved wives, the children, and the old left to defend the walls, while the rest set out, led by Ares and Athene, all made of gold. Tall and beautiful in their golden clothes and armour, as gods should look, they rose above the smaller warriors at their feet. Another scene showed them by a river, a watering place for the herds and a likely place to mount their ambush, and there they were seated in their bronze armour. Then in another two scouts were posted, waiting for sight of a herd of sheep or glossy cattle. Then there was shown the herds’ arrival, with two herdsmen behind playing flutes, ignorant of the cunning ambush. Then the ambushers were seen, rushing out to attack them as they neared, quickly cutting out the herd of cattle and the fine white flock of sheep, killing the herdsmen. Next, the besiegers were shown, sitting in assembly, or rising at the sound of cattle, or mounting behind their high-stepping steeds and racing towards the action. And finally he showed the ranks in battle at the river, attacking each other with bronze-tipped spears. Strife and Panic were at work, and ruthless Fate, here laying her hands on one man freshly wounded, there on another still unscathed, and next dragging a corpse through the chaos by its feet. The cloak about her shoulders was red with human blood. Just like living men they seemed to clash and fight, and drag away the bodies of those killed.

On the shield also, he depicted fallow-land, soft, rich, broad and thrice-ploughed, and on it ploughmen were driving their teams to and fro, and where they turned at the field’s end a man held a cup of honeyed wine in his hands to give to them, so they were eager to wheel about at the end of the rich furrow. Behind them the field, though made of gold, looked black as if it had been ploughed, a wonderful feature of the work.

On the shield also, he showed a royal estate, where labourers were reaping, with sharp sickles in their hands. Armfuls of corn were falling in swathes along the rows, while sheaves were being bound with twists of straw. Boys were gathering up the armfuls and carrying them to the three binders, while the king, staff in hand, stood joyfully and silently beside them. Heralds in the background beneath an oak were readying a feast, dressing a great sacrificial ox they had slaughtered, while women sprinkled the meat with white barley ready for the labourers to eat.

On the shield also, he portrayed in gold a fine vineyard laden with grapes, though the clusters of heavy fruit were black, and the vines were tied to silver poles. Round it was a ditch of blue enamel, and outside that a fence of tin and a single path led to it, that served for all the coming and going of harvest time. Girls and youths, were joyfully carrying off the ripe grapes in wicker baskets, while in their midst a boy sang of Linos, in a sweet treble voice, to the pleasant music of the clear-toned lyre. They all skipped along, with a chorus of cries, beating the earth in time, with dancing feet.

Then on the shield he showed a herd of straight-horned cattle, in gold and tin, lowing as they trotted from their byre to graze at a murmuring stream beside the swaying rushes. Four herdsmen, also in gold, walked beside them, and nine swift dogs ran behind. But in the next scene two savage lions in amongst the leaders were gripping a bull that bellowed loudly, dragging it off, pursued by youths and dogs. The lions had torn the bull’s flank open, and were devouring its innards, lapping the dark blood, while the herdsmen tried in vain to set the swift hounds on them, the dogs scared to grapple, but running in barking, then leaping aside.

On the shield, also, the lame master-smith added meadowland full of white sheep, in a fine valley, with sheepfolds, huts and pens.

Then he inlaid an intricate dancing floor like that which Daedalus once made in spacious Cnossos for long-haired Ariadne. Young men, and girls worth many cattle, were dancing there, their hands clasping one another’s wrists. The girls wore white linen with pretty garlands on their heads; the young men fine-woven tunics with a soft sheen, daggers of gold hanging from their silver belts. Here, they danced lightly with skilful steps, like the motion a potter gives his wheel when testing it out to see how it will run. There, they ran in lines to meet each other. And enjoying the lovely scene, a host of people stood round about, while a pair of acrobats whirled among them, keeping time to the dance.

Finally, round the rim of the solid shield, he laid out the mighty stream of Ocean.

When the large heavy shield was done, he made a breastplate for Achilles that shone brighter than flame; a massive helmet to fit his head, a fine one cleverly embossed with a crest of gold; and greaves of pliable tin.

And when the lame god had wrought the armour, he took it and set it down in front of Thetis. Then she swooped like a falcon, from snow-topped Olympus, bearing Hephaestus’ gleaming gift.

Night, street, lamp, pharmacy

15 Feb

Night, street, lamp, pharmacy

– Alexander Blok (1880-1921)

Night, street, lamp, pharmacy,

A dull and meaningless light.

Go on and live another quarter

century-

Nothing will change. There’s no

way out.

You’ll die, then start from the

beginning,

It will repeat, just like before;

Night, icy ripples on a canal,

Pharmacy, street, lamp.

10 October 1912

Apotheosis of War


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Windows & Shadows

7 Jan

In this world of windows, shadows wane like lunar clockwork; in this world of shadows, windows wax in dawn.

In this world of windows and shadows there exists white shade:  its absence determines the property of  translucence, and the intensity of its presence  resolves nothingness into pixels of opacity, objectifying free form at high noon to a presence of opaque shapes.

In this world of windows and shadows, human subjects are merely waking objects, where the former are understood as commodity with life-spans like class-based planned obsolescence, and the latter are psychologically real. Subject objectivity and object subjectivity counter-balance one another in a man made mechanical food chain, always rumbling as it churns like a cement truck: commodity fueling consumer, consumer fueling commodity, a cycle with a centrifuge that serves to accrue similarities between the two: in this world of windows and shadows, one is what one eats all the same. Uncomfortable with the phenomenon at hand, distinguish the difference between consumer and commodity the more similar the two entities become.

In this world of windows and shadows shines dark stars, dusting a dissolution of acuity beneath filament power beams.

In this world of windows and shadows, osmosis is evidence of quantum physics, and metaphysical laws of expect the unexpected govern observations of naturalism.

In this world of windows and shadows, time is a visible entity, inextricably tied to the moving water and the momentum of wind. Wise women and men have cultivated an occult reverence for places in nature where time sits as still as pond water. The presence of time-space stagnancy illuminates the present. Enlightened beings, in this world of windows and shadows, seek refuge in spots of stagnancy; so the theory goes, the escape from temporal simultaneity molds minds to morph towards being in the present perspective. Ceasing to exist in future and past projections and ruminations, such meditative quandaries predisposes revelations of interconnectivity.

In this world of windows and shadows, pseudo-science reigns supreme from hill top folk, fooled by the rushing winds blowing the hand of time to fast to catch like perpetually existing in moments of fading memory. Always distracted, too frustrated to relish any one moment or fleeting emotion, and yet too proud to relinquish attempts at elemental control, the hill people spend life like mice on wheels, always running, chasing the ever-diminishing illusive reward of production. The scientific consensus of truth is determined by isolating one effective reaction from a causal action, calling the connection theory of nature. Every morning the birds chirp loudly above the hills, laughing at the narrow perspective of the strange fleshy creatures below, patting their own backs at misled innovation, and unable to see the panoramic chain of resounding effects spread like sound waves our of earshot. Pseudo-science is the practice of delusions of omnipotence and self-centric perspectives: and the wheel spins round, propelled by the consensus of insanity.

The 101 Most Beautiful Words in English Countdown

6 Jan

The 101 Most Beautiful Words in English, in alphabetical order (based on sound > meaning, but not surprising, the two often go hand in hand)
  1. Ailurophile: A cat-lover.
  2. Assemblage:  A gathering.
  3. Beleaguer:  To exhaust with attacks.
  4. Brood: To think alone.
  5. Bucolic: In a lovely rural setting.
  6. Bungalow: A small, cozy cottage.
  7. Chatoyant: Like a cat’s eye.
  8. Comely: Attractive.
  9. Conflate: To blend together.
  10. Cynosure: A focal point of admiration.
  11. Dalliance: A brief love affair.
  12. Demesne: Dominion, territory.
  13. Demure: Shy and reserved.
  14. Denouement: The resolution of a mystery.
  15. Desuetude: Disuse.
  16. Desultory: Slow, sluggish.
  17. Diaphanous: Filmy.
  18. Dissemble: Deceive.
  19. Dulcet: Sweet, sugary.
  20. Ebullience: Bubbling enthusiasm.
  21. Effervescent: Bubbly.
  22. Efflorescence: Flowering, blooming.
  23. Elision: Dropping a sound or syllable in a word.
  24. Elixir: A good potion.
  25. Eloquence: Beauty and persuasion in speech.
  26. Embrocation: Rubbing on a lotion.
  27. Emollient: A softener.
  28. Ephemeral: Short-lived.
  29. Epiphany: A sudden revelation.
  30. Erstwhile: At one time, for a time.
  31. Ethereal: Gaseous, invisible but detectable.
  32. Evanescent: Vanishing quickly, lasting a very short time.
  33. Evocative: Suggestive.
  34. Fetching: Pretty.
  35. Felicity: Pleasantness.
  36. Forbearance: Withholding response to provocation.
  37. Fugacious: Fleeting.
  38. Furtive: Shifty, sneaky.
  39. Gambol: To skip or leap about joyfully.
  40. Glamour: Beauty.
  41. Gossamer: The finest piece of thread, a spider’s silk
  42. Halcyon: Happy, sunny, care-free.
  43. Harbinger: Messenger with news of the future.
  44. Imbrication: Overlapping and forming a regular pattern.
  45. Imbroglio: An altercation or complicated situation.
  46. Imbue: To infuse, instill.
  47. Incipient: Beginning, in an early stage.
  48. Ineffable: Unutterable, inexpressible.
  49. Ingénue: A naïve young woman.
  50. Inglenook: A cozy nook by the hearth.
  51. Insouciance: Blithe nonchalance.
  52. Inure: To become jaded.
  53. Labyrinthine: Twisting and turning.
  54. Lagniappe: A special kind of gift.
  55. Lagoon: A small gulf or inlet.
  56. Languor: Listlessness, inactivity.
  57. Lassitude: Weariness, listlessness.
  58. Leisure: Free time.
  59. Lilt: To move musically or lively.
  60. Lissome: Slender and graceful.
  61. Lithe: Slender and flexible.
  62. Love: Deep affection.
  63. Mellifluous: Sweet sounding.
  64. Moiety: One of two equal parts.
  65. Mondegreen: A slip of the ear.
  66. Murmurous: Murmuring.
  67. Nemesis: An unconquerable archenemy.
  68. Offing: The sea between the horizon and the offshore.
  69. Onomatopoeia: A word that sounds like its meaning.
  70. Opulent: Lush, luxuriant.
  71. Palimpsest: A manuscript written over earlier ones.
  72. Panacea: A solution for all problems
  73. Panoply: A complete set.
  74. Pastiche: An art work combining materials from various sources.
  75. Penumbra: A half-shadow.
  76. Petrichor: The smell of earth after rain.
  77. Plethora: A large quantity.
  78. Propinquity: An inclination.
  79. Pyrrhic: Successful with heavy losses.
  80. Quintessential: Most essential.
  81. Ravel: To knit or unknit.
  82. Redolent: Fragrant.
  83. Riparian: By the bank of a stream.
  84. Ripple: A very small wave.
  85. Scintilla: A spark or very small thing.
  86. Sempiternal: Eternal.
  87. Seraglio: Rich, luxurious oriental palace or harem.
  88. Serendipity: Finding something nice while looking for something else.
  89. Summery: Light, delicate or warm and sunny.
  90. Sumptuous: Lush, luxurious.
  91. Surreptitious: Secretive, sneaky.
  92. Susquehanna: A river in Pennsylvania.
  93. Susurrous: Whispering, hissing.
  94. Talisman: A good luck charm.
  95. Tintinnabulation: Tinkling.
  96. Umbrella: Protection from sun or rain.
  97. Untoward: Unseemly, inappropriate.
  98. Vestigial: In trace amounts.
  99. Wafture: Waving.
  100. Wherewithal: The means.
  101. Woebegone: Sorrowful, downcast

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Thermocular Vision

16 Oct

Heat–> Light? Light –> Heat? Is Heat a parasitic presence, finding for and feeding off Light, or is the paradigm reversed? Darkness is default, light is a matter of timing, light is the scientific immaculate conception, Zeus to lightning to key, lighting to key through kite, kite to key to code. Code to coded coil. Coils planted factorial equations matching supply and demanded, branded with stamped and harvested  of the stock from lines of bulbs. afraid of dark is afraid of self. forgive me edison for sin is misunderstanding in the enlightenment….

i will finish thought later i am yeeesh;my point i thinkl ater is that i create opposite when only the y axis in a one quadrant stop ( x dark y light) is flexible. likewise. damn. i see thermal. i am not sleeping under the bed yet, but predisposition to nutcase plus stress made mania so manic last night and now 24 hours

We are water, and when heat waves hit, clarity cries as we evaporate into air.

7 Aug

Sob and smile at the same time. Celebrate tears when tears take form and fall like liquid emotion to testify and wash over blurred eyes perspective so sound so unconditionally, inextricably comes forth case and points inward outwards place in space and part of the collective human condition. To cry is to precipitate, waterfalls from lash laden canopy umbrella framing cloudy eyed-vision. To tag loneliness as impetus for chocked-up  howls escaping like sine wave clumsy thunder  bolts moving like molasses towards a better yesterday is to ignore the narcotic nature of the beautiful ability to connect with ever human who once was and will be who comes out of the womb crying, chord cut, coming into the human condition.  Umbilical cord gone we all share a similar song and she weeps and reminds us that we share one womb in our collective condition. 

Today it stuck me when I watered my daydreams with tears watching morgan freeman on film that I have cried less since we broke up than the salty, bitter  oceanic river filling wells of wasted and fabricated wounds created and contaminated towards the end of our relationship. And when I have criend those tears were liberating, i felt i feared i fled i felt i feared i fled, i practiced compassion for myself and gave myself respect to introspect and sift through the good the bad the ugly in my mood, i came i saw i conquered i came i saw i conquered i came i saw i conquered and I feel free, relief is a still pond filled with tears and after i visited that site and absorbed that moment in time I moved on with my mood and the stain that anger and hurt used to leave behind after I’d cry may have evaporated because that feeling of  hurt and helpless and hopeless everlasting rage was a faucet untampered, never triggered to turn on, what I felt was mine to and I feel free.

Life isn’t Disneyland so Why are you Touring?

25 Jan

Signed, Sealed & Delivered Stream of Wondering Thoughts.

 

 Tattling-Tale of Reality’s Choke-hold

Mines are planted in the roots of mindful thought.

Tangents slippery and deceptive trailing, trickling loyal to hailing traps.

When combatant wires cross-fire and falsify stone stable truths

or validate far fetched fabrications, reality sweats hallucinations. 

What is wrong with wisdom is the cut-throat slit she carves

of submarine suffering-a chamber drowning dark with mystery

 and ripe misery echos and reverberates the

 weak walled existence inside the cranium coffin.

Confiding in oneself the solace in knowing

and commiserating with tribal Terror, indigenous to the proper Unknown.

A  wound weathered to deep to laugh leaving toiling bellows,  

blowing white foamed waves, flagging down tourists

over-scheduled hyper-stressed miss understanding the sublime SOS.

A final signal of surging oozing raw, wrought & caught in reality’s wan-knuckled grasp

scenic and seen as Majestic Madness– 

moment enraptured with life photographed & captured

pixilated filed forgotten memory, rotten ills slated  conscious clean,

Blank canvas, undisturbed unenlightened and serene. 

Blessed by narcissistic, self-righteous angelic narcotic causing

clots that clog capillary connections of emotion from calloused hearts. I

Wisdom & struggle supersede emotional vanity.

Knowing wise and beautiful sojourning in unrecognized agony.

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