When you speak, watch your tongue.
For, in this dimension, tongues meet at the tip and can be used as whips.
Yet, in other dimensions, our tongues meet at the back, and
the tips dance like flames of a glowing star.
Tongues
When you speak, watch your tongue. For, in this dimension, tongues meet at the tip and can be used as whips. Yet, in other dimensions, our tongues meet at the back, and the tips dance like flames of a glowing star.
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What would happen if you just loved you, now. How would that change things? Now I’m not talking about doing what has won over other’s love for you in the past, and I don’t mean, do what you *think* it would look like to be loved. I mean, ask yourself… become intimate with your self. What would you do if you were the mother of your self? What could you do for him? How could you serve him? How could you love him? …what would happen right now, if you just decided to let go and love yourself. With gratitude
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I. Fall into love. II. Butterflies III. Enlightenment IV The Artist V. My hands and mouth. | Incident Report As I was walking on my round at 10:30 on Thursday night, I heard what appeared to be the clanking of bottles and laughter. I approached the room and knocked on the door. No one answered. I knocked on the door, again. No one answered. I announced who I was and said, "I am opening the door." I inserted my key, and before I could turn it, the door gently opened. ... I continued opening the door and a heaven appeared, upward. The ceiling became the firmament and the dark room became outer space. I walked in the room and closed the door behind me. * * * ...Often we see things which can not be unseen... experience that which seems inexplicable... but these things do happen... and do exist... And it is our privilege to explore them and know them to be a part of us. After hours of contemplation, I opened the residence's door and returned to the hallway. All was well in there, and I returned to my round with nothing to document. II. A war against our self, is one that cannot be one.
IV. When a heart breaks open, love, does pour out. Titles: I. ...Outerspace in Inner Space... II. Facing III. Dialogue during a crimson, clouded, moon. IV. Vulnerability and action. _. Come to know your Angels. they are listening and with you always,
just ask and they will come. I. When a dam breaks open, Water pours out. When a heart breaks open, Love, too, will pour out. II. You know, Life is a lot like those Japanese foot baths... If you don't resist the fish that want to eat your flesh, you find that you won't die, but be reborn with new skin which is more alive than before. The fish just want to eat what's dead of you and no longer serves you to carry. :) III. In light of possible pisces paradoxes, Just keep swimming. :) It will become clearer in time. Written August 22, 2015
Look straight at the face of the dragon
from which you run from in the night. See how beautiful his face, scales, eyes, and nostrils are… And let him eat you alive. (He is you, and You are he.) ... How does it feel? to know you are a Dragon. As I was cleaning out my computer to free up space, I came across these two gems which I hadn't shared with the internet yet. I hope you enjoy them. They are wonderful finds, for me. Thank you to the beautiful Samantha Goldberg (featured in the first video) and Marisa Curcio (featured in the second video). Your musicianship, souls, life experience, and ultimately, your beings are magnificent and beautiful. Each of you, in different ways, bring a richness to the performances that is unique, and impossible to replicate again exactly. What you bring and share in these videos, I am grateful for. It was a pleasure to make music with you, both. With Love, -Jon (For lyrics, click 'read more')
One day, (when we die)
our souls will go to the place where our greatest hero was born, and the place where our greatest enemy died. It is also true that we may be taken to where our great hero died, and where our great enemy was born. In other words, we cannot avoid people, because we are an extension, a branch, of All people. In the wake of the Major seventh chord,
I remember past loves, comforts, and bitter sweet moments. As I hear the tones shimmer, I am reminded that there is still so much wonder to be felt; there is so much light in the world, still. I am honored, mother nature, for all you provide, and to be a child, and part, of you. Thank you, mother nature, for reminding me, who I am. |
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