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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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Foggy morning


Foggy sight


Foggy mind


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



















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20 may 2011 > 11 Strength/justice

Will you lead today with the voice of your intellect?
Will you listen to what your instincts say?
Do you have the courage to pull a thorn out of the lions paw?

Good morning World. Stretch.. yawn, sippy the coffee, yawn some more. Pet the little dog.


A light fog graces the land this morning.
A ghostly, gossamer damp fills the air
lays it’s mystery over the pines
settles soft on the grass

There is magic in the haze of it.
I’m sure of it.

I dream naked the feel of it
The light dance of it moist
on my flesh.
The flit of this sea all over me

Eyes closed, I fill my nose
with the ocean of it.
Let it’s ethereal waves
float in gasps through me

I am the fog that graces the land
I am a ghostly gossamer damp
I lay my mystery over the land
I settle soft in the vulnerability

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