the bell sounds

In Warsaw the Bell of the city would call the free men and women to debate ..and decide on.. important issues ...and so in Poland there was a very early and lively system of participation .. ( or so I seem to remember reading in a history book i once kept in my bookcase )..

  
the Dispute of the Bucket between the Italian citystates of Modena and Bologna ..

each citystate like a little cosmos unto itself , sharing within itself a way of speaking and thinking ..



in my hometown i once heard Peruvian Sky Music..chiming..

better to not become blind by trying to fathom the Land of Wonder....see a Leaf there , hear a bumblebee buzz drunkenly by..If the future constricts into a problem..maybe more constructive to cultivate calm and composure..so that one can face the final flourish with a hiccup..

                                            

Cosmic Coffee

                                                       
Pouring the Cosmos into being..

Kypellio Javarifakious , greek philosopher , 77 BC ; -"so we consider Liquid to be the foundation of all living things ...but what Kind of Liquid ? surely a Most Sublime Liquid.. for why would sublime beings like the Gods work with anything less?

observing the pedestrians in the city of Kaveloz ; how fast they walk and talk..like dots bopping around on a blurry background ...what on earth is their Animating Principle? they move Too Fast , their speech like superheated soup of Information Double Plus ..could it be Something in the Blood?

One Creation Mythos might seem as good as the next ...perhaps the Cosmic Cow Audhumla licked some ice , salty and sweet..and uncovered the handle of the  Prime Percolator....and soon Meaning would Flow..

enter the Desert of Divinity

Climbing and Clambering

the magician Abra Magana descending into yet another Bubble of Manifested Mania..

Fortunately his Celestial Luck Dog is with him on this dangerous mission..

people in little houses

Two for Tea.....They had met some time ago via Machines that exchange Meaning..
Now they were comfortable in eachothers company , like two mittens in a basket..

The couple would sip tea and discuss the Origin of Souls ; do souls incarnate to work out issues with Other Souls they had met in previous incarnations? ( in a previous life your last word before departure was "tea leaf"..so now i am pouring you a cup of tea..and some kind of Cosmic Symmetry is satisfied..)

as he was leaving the store with a cup of coffee..the winter sun shone rays of warmth upon his cold face..

-" wonderful " he thought ... -" In this life I will do my best to be a Prophet of Subtility ..and Each Poetic Suggestion will allude to an Escape Door opening..Life will Find a Way .."

A Long Bench .. What a Wonder to see a Pigeon ...a different Life Form ...that is clear ...And here is Observer ; clearly breathing and sitting .. observing each Intake and each moment of Being ....this day sitting on Long Bench the Idea of Nothingness seems hard to grasp..

Forms and Eccenses shaped as they flow along the long passage of time ...Molded by unseen hands..and next to the long bench the house of a magician adds its own invisible radiation of corners and roof to the Etheral Now..

the benefits of being a Vedic Entity when you have many cats at home..

falling awake

To fall asleep...to enter dreams again...Let me be like an empty vessel again O Father of Heaven....for when one Fills with Visions of Hell...and like a drunk magician shows it to the world...the inhabitants of the world will not be happy...but rather hate the Prophet of Despair who awoke them with baleful images...

Better to sleep...scurry back into Obscurity...But can Innocence really be achieved again once the Frenetic Mind is Let Loose? It seems the Mind can be both Blessing and Curse...it can be a Lantern of Horror or a Candle of Calm...if the candle is put safely to sleep after the waking...as Old Age claims the Payment of Life...maybe then the Little Light of God infusing us with Grace and Conscience...maybe then that Little Light can escape back to the source..

gnomignosis

after many little and large passages of Luumlunicae and Alphazaer....the tiny manling experienced an awakening.. Like Dreaming Awake beyond Dull Delirium..

For many Turnings the gnome Pseuda Pondi walked like One Liberated...but then the other gnomes came and forced him to sleep , eat ..and  Observe Orbit ...then he found himself becoming Dull and Drunk again...ah...but still ..the little Mushroom Man would remember his Strange Sleep...