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There is this feeling of warmth or what I would call belonging that I crave sometimes when I am reminded of it as I am sitting here in this coffee shop. At one time I was terrified of anyone I shared the space with that created that feeling. I felt that feeling once. I shared it I should say with someone I was very deeply in love with. I would say it was unhealthy but I think that would be simplistic and unfair.

Colors

going deeper

looking for colors

how far do we go to create life

we sit still

I listen

we belong

...today's the last day to prepare for the installation. I have a long list of well thought out last minute errands to run to add the finishing touches. The piece came in and its as amazing as I imagined. I am listening to a 5CD recording called the Alchemy of Happiness. I have had VERY interesting experiences. The night I came home and unveiled the piece for the first time. I had my energy shot up out my crown (an orgasm) and my root chakra opened up and began pulsating for at least 30 minutes as I lay there and went into sleep. I have an interesting relationship with my root chakra and coincidentally the guy on the CD is starting to talk about roots..."A child doesn't look at a tree and know there are roots and we are like a child ..if we sit in a quiet place and turn off the roads to the inner senses...

It's a privilege to get to know who you are and have a shot at love, to love yourself, to love another and through that love know the Universe and learn to love at the lives within it.. Amen

<p>I did what I needed to do to feel healthy and grow. Every chance you take opens you up to yourself and you get the opportunity to be more and do more and for me that was the chance to really to a step to be more loving than I have ever been before after all the love affairs and the time I spent healing. I took the steps. I became what I always wanted to be strong and loving. </p> <p>It took me awhile to see that what I needed was balance. I could never seem to find the right amount of openness because I never really took the chance to realize that not only was being filled with love amazing but that I could let that light out into someones life and share it as well and I could do it from a wiser, stronger more protective place, a place that considered not only the other, my beloved, but myself as well. I finally figured it out and I’ve never been happier.

I've been

It what I thought was love a few times.

it is Life that is creation, as such it is the union of heaven and earth, man and woman in one; as the archetype of union and integration Ankh is the sign of androgyny, it is the bisexual Isis Astarta Mohini Venus the Aphrodite

I'm so excited to be alive right now.

A Faded Picture Vol. 1

Sacred love Can the fragmented visions left The love Sappho envisions transcend form in a way that can reconnect us to material world ? Does Sappho imply that Eros a sacred love of passion and spirit of another can lead back to whole ness? Fragmented memories Can art return us to the cult of Aphrodite? And the world that Sappho and her followers envisioned ?

Love

Minutes Miles Ones internal dialogue Ahh Sah Mental Solitude Solitude that Descartes had in mind The Subject Desperate Separate Distinct Surprised And again Why the mind is in the head? Toward the relational She She I I Did the tree fall love? I love you

under our carefully constructed images I peer and ask myself how many of these off buttons are mine? I flip one on and it thrills me to know I have so much further to go honestly so much so sometimes I am overwhelmed and paralyzed by the joy can you be frozen in Joy? why yes many times I have been while I sat there and tumbled into an echoed hollow but I love you my heart beating like a drum I didnt pick her up or buy her flowers or write her that letter from Mexico it was fated to not happen but some where in a parallel dimension I stopped and bought that ink and pad and she is holding it over and over again I can see the pages in my memory like a hazy focus on just a sketchy black ink a place where I was so alive a tear stained drop of joy is forever blotted like love on a page like a photograph of a memory that is not a memory but instead here in this dimension it is my entire existence echoing out into the ethers she has hers and I have mine there really is no silence maybe I will find a way around how she pulls my heart strings across space and time in this dimension we dont really understand magic unless we can see it with our eyes and then we call it science but poets call it love her love for me heats up my hands

why do you fuck? and have you thought about fucking for different reasons?

I just kept falling in love and I did not feel like there was a way to undo this I liked the lonely artsy types they reminded me to embrace what we are mostly socialized to run from or cover up or feel ashamed of our basic lonely, naked, exposed self standing on a precipice alone utterly alone but embraced by one’s own silence one’s own self I still miss her though and she is just a longing I cant begin to believe that I can be in love but I am its in that space that defies logic and I know its true

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