8 nov 2011 > 5/14 > Hierophant/Art/alchemy
Who do you honor as a spiritual mentor in your life?
If you take love and hate and mix them together what do you have?
If you feel stuck what is one small thing you could do to change that?
The time change is one hour goofy for me. I would like it if it didn’t change. See.. we can change time any time we want. and nothing really changed. Sun rises, the sky lights up the day begins as it has for millinium. HA…imagine that.
Gamornin’ A foggy one. My imagination loves fog. Even when I let that imagination have lurking weirdness living in the dense part of it, just out of my sight, fog has a mystery hidden in it.
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A wet damp that fills
A wet damp that surrounds
Memories slip into the mist
Fumble through the wet damp
Search beyond what can be seen
Seeks the remember
Light dissipates the fog
Shine dries the wet damp mist
of the fumbled mind searching
to remember the in-between
of all of the yesterdays
held to the foggy mind melt
Out of the fog rises
A face of all that has ever been known
still to linger always at the heart center
that knows no foggy days or nights
Mindless darkness has no power
Of the heart that remembers eternally