The Star is Back

Today was a day. A nice day, a friendly day.

I went for a walk in the park, nice old building, exhibit of words.

And in the building I sat entranced - an alchemical labyrinth.

Three floors, a power axis, transfixed by the perfect echo of sound.

Tibetan chants meet Gregorian scales.

And from the star I found my power grid. Straight through my home.

How did they know, 500 years before, or I, in the now?

6 years and now it's renewed. But the last encounter of this sort,
quite some time ago. 23 years. That time was a bull - a minotaur - and a triangle,
and a mound, and an arch. A power beam, supercharged.

This time was a 6-sided star, and a dome. The energy grid -
lines of convection in great circles, plus an axis in and out.

Why are we here? Gysin asked. No why, we are here to go.
23 years waiting for 2nd contact. Where's the ignition?
Which one's the key?

Mummified Walking

The walkabout is beginning, though it's taking time to unravel the rags and vines gathered around my limbs. If I were Lot's wife, I would be lump of crystallized sand by now, looking back, trouble letting go. Focus, determination, one step in front of the other. For several years now it's felt like I'm running out the clock. Now that I've decided to move forward, the clock still rules my life. A pathetic excuse, but true nonetheless. I need to remember the words of Kazantzakis (Saint Francis) - "all roads lead to the earth - God is an abyss - jump!!!". Some things cannot be done piece by piece. The heart must be one.

Getting unstuffed

Too much going on to talk about at the moment, but the motif is getting unstuffed,
simpler, getting more direct. Change your filthy habits. Get slack. Get serious.
Stand on this leg. Stand on that.

No wonder reform has trouble surviving.

To Stuff or Not to Stuff

Yes, a difficult question. Whether it is nobler to stuffer the slings and arrows....
or just get stuffed. Still deciding, the future's not ours to see, que sera sera.