NEAR SANDY ISLAND

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(...under development)



And made of Spirit From an Original Sacrifice- 

minute strings of light 

that might--

construct a universe,






Daunting Splendor of Solitude, Tears of Bliss:



tears none the less, but with the clarity of cooling pools and a refreshing cosmic vision-



To find our fill

In canyon, wash and rill


In flash and flood, pools still



Scripture, poetry, image, ideas, will...

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Lord,



Wash us to our depths



that in waking, we might see







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THE SUNRISE ACRES 
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OF 
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Paradise
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Realization

Conversion

Grinding a Lens: (Nepsis)

To view a world One in Matter and Spirit

Made, Sustained, Sacred
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OK
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FORWARD


Origin and Ignition 



1. A creature's capacity for perception, consciousness, realized as something divine, ineffable and untouched by the temporal.  This seems to me a simple observation anyone might have of one's inner life.  It does not require huge institutions or advanced degrees.  Yet it  'sings hymns at Heaven's gate.'  

"The Kingdom of God is at hand," "Om,"  "Mani Padme,"  "Ecclesia Magisterium ...   -ONTONOMY 

2. The nature of human perception over all- insights, mistakes, breakthroughs, virtues and sins, taken together are like water refracting light.   're-fracking' as a symbol for how human perception makes big impressive mistakes, has great, beautiful insights- wouldn't it be great if we developed an evaluation that takes that into consideration.  This, rather than depending too much on various, systematic capacities like logic, magic, intuition or other emotions.  

'Religion is about everything together' (RP)

Science- a method to verify data.

'Techne' How to do things... (AP)  

Devotion-  Ahhh...  There's the rub.


When neither the Promise of Progress nor the blooded hearts of Altruism seem quite enough to meet the challenge- some ideas that are so simple can pierce dimensions of Being, even dive to the core of its two faced mask- 
life and death.



"BUT IS EVERYTHING OK?"

(Asked the hitchhiker of an older pilgrim-)
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VAST EXTINCTION OF SPECIES,


DEGRADATION OF THE ENVIRONMENT OF LIFE CONTINUES:  Why?


What's the difference from previous Vast Extinctions?  No huge, erupting Calderas, no erring Comets.

Human Technologies, Populations out of control!  Indeed.


You may still be comfortable and busy, BUT...














The Ghosts of Life, 

lives already gone 

 whisper incessantly,

push at the membrane between what is and what's gone,
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Sing a song of strident melody

above Physic's pulsing machinery

and enterprise


inscribed in our hearts:

One 

integration of what is

here and over there and

down by the River,

down to

a river's riparian delights...

Still a separating force

to be forged-

and forge a means-

penetration

implantation

gestation

'til now

'til this moment

this revelation

pulled back the veil,

realization,

a Way.  Not a Creed- Charon's Oar beating back the flood, but

How to be

How to be


one




together




NATURE, DEITY- PERSON(S)

Fathers, Sons- 

Mothers, Maidens, all

Walk awhile here along this sandy shore

Winter Winds surely follow Fall


SO,


STRIKE YOUR LOVE

IGNITE OUR SPIRIT

SEND YOUR ANGEL

Then

'Come What May,'


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YES,


COME THE STORM!







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Steve Frost
San Juan and Green Rivers, Utah
October, 2014




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 P.S.  Notes from the little pilgrimage to San Juan and Green Rivers:

+  'WONDERFUL BUTTER GOLD' is banal to describe the color of these leaves- made by the angle of light, time of year, pigment in each leaf, drought or storm, shade and exposure, quiet clattering of their friendly gossip in a slight push from invisible forces-  Beauty in the unquestioned acceptance of tomorrow's inevitable fall.

+  There are different kinds of tears, I'm sure you know.  In Chinle, 'She' showed a Navajo girl emptying the trash.  A vision, or waking dream?  'Spider Girl' we called her in affectionate irreverence!  That night, in St. Michaels, dreams were filled with tears.  Sadness?  Perhaps a washing of tears-  For they were clear, playing in the light, clean- with purpose? Beauty in some unquestioning acceptance...

+  Leaves gently mummer, about the time of year and need to sleep, perhaps- indicate an unfelt breeze so slight, so deep in its journey

to whisper its sacred song- 

through the breath of such Color.  

-Is it better to worship names, images, ideas and business- that's where we spend our time, that's what we value.  The Animists are also ingenious.  Certainly clever enough to note the obvious...  It's worth whatever it costs to stop-