THE CAIRN
The cairn in Spring, watches the air of the Universe
passing back and forth, like a pendulum, waving.
Good-day, good-night, good-day, good-night.
Swimming galaxies, delight in my sight,
how do they change under my observation?
I see them follow me, breathing in and out,
I see one prey on me, my energy product
its delicious(?) meal?
I go springing from it like the deer, under no duress,
happy to have my aura utilized, I am dancing.
My sturdy form makes way for light.
More light: more distribution of might.
Countless forms adorn what I call “my happy home”.
This creature revels in the observable clout,
of what can be called an organic climate-
controlled way to heal.
Season passes, the cairn sees the World in Summer,
sees the beauty of the southern hemisphere’s Winter.
Latitude, longitude,
more fact than intuition.
Manifestation of the desire to know things.
In-out, in-out, the tiratina twirls
outer space seems to dictate my every move
toward you, dear.
I laugh with the changing of the weather,
every milestone points to life lived, now, better.
Magical attitude,
from the fact of the tradition.
My mind lets me know when opportunity rings,
the bell of knowledge chiming, “home”.
Present for you, I seek to find my true love(s).
Calling ever, “here.”
In Autumn the cairn seeks itself as a Spring light-pool.
Ever after the lightning rod, even in this cold.
The cairn is magical.
Sensing progress of electricity,
the cairn knows peace and seeks to determine
how life will carry on a higher goal?
A goal of greater freedom for peace.
A goal of good.
I seek to know the answers of all that surrounds me.
Even when I know, I know I do not, of it all, hold.
Mine is a project of hope,
in my mind’s complicity,
for that which I desire to obtain as mine.
Perhaps I’ll find, I’ve known all along,
the whole world that I want to call my own,
in measure, is mine.
Winter sees the cairn, again, for a long time they have all
been friends, the sky above and earth below, delight.
The sight of mechanistic
familiars, to themselves, seals the fate
for everlasting commitment to good and peace.
Though the Sun is low, belief in glowing light does grow.
The seasons change, things rearrange, what remains
is the matter, dear.
Cold pressed in the snow and ice, I still seek myself.
Organizing the space is of concern, while I learn life.
Shall I be mystic?
Quietly disseminating me?
Or not at all, too quick to save my breath and speech,
negotiating my cares, while all else in life onward flows?
Hope in my being surrounds me in the domain
of the matter, dear.
The wheel has turned, and the cairn sees the World,
it is in its glory, it is in its beauty.
Divine kinetic movement.
Singing light morphs, singing mass
accomplishes organization with
rainbow hued technology and
civilization takes shape in our minds.
I search for you.
I search for self.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
division
DIVISION MAKES AN ENERGY TRAIL,
LIKE THE TUBES OF LIGHT THAT CHANGE
WITH EVERY MOMENT, Y/OUR CHROMOSOMES.
“THIS TRAIL CONNECTS ITS SPAWN TO ITSELF.”
Y/OUR BODIES, LINEAGED FROM A SMALL BIT
OF MATERIAL CONCATENATED TO THIS VERY MOMENT,
CAN BE CREATED WITH THE BEST IDEAS ABOUT
Y/OUR WORLD.
STILL, INDIVIDUATE.
LIKE THE TUBES OF LIGHT THAT CHANGE
WITH EVERY MOMENT, Y/OUR CHROMOSOMES.
“THIS TRAIL CONNECTS ITS SPAWN TO ITSELF.”
Y/OUR BODIES, LINEAGED FROM A SMALL BIT
OF MATERIAL CONCATENATED TO THIS VERY MOMENT,
CAN BE CREATED WITH THE BEST IDEAS ABOUT
Y/OUR WORLD.
STILL, INDIVIDUATE.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
hologram, infinity d, play to be fair.
I see the you of my dreams, in the hologram inside.
I see everything, I set my mind to see, subjectively, in the hologram inside.
Don’t look outside yourself to find me, not all of the time.
See that I am a physical action, as well as a figment of your imagination.
If things are not created nor destroyed, see how we have concatenated along, our chore.
I find your dimension whole when I see our collective past, I remember you well, in the hologram inside.
Though I know it’s myself I see, ultimately, my perspective is everything to me, but you are part of infinity d(imension), and I worship our combined reality, in the hologram inside.
Some look outside themselves, external locus of identity, to see the hologram’s intent, focusing on others to create their path, and give a little insight on their task of being a self.
Look at me, in your hologram inside, see the dna that is me, and that which is not me.
Delineate my existence from your’s, but do it in your hologram inside.
Internalize the experience of being discrete, feel the quality of being, indelibly right, about your view of self.
If we meet know that your perspective of life can never quite meet mine, our holograms: divide.
But know that I remember you well, as I imagine your self to be, in the hologram inside.
“Domino, Domino,” I go calling for you, Domino.
Effect me well, Domino, take care of my destined path,
lead me to the well of life, lead me to my self.
I see the knock around game of 1, 2,3, items falling like fate, toward infinity.
But I know the truth, as you live for my response, domino,
you make real the choices that influence you most,
while I seek to hone a path best suited for my course.
I go singing for you, “Domino”, to encourage your encouragement.
I look for the evidences of your demeanor in every task.
I strive to notice when you are about your game, domino, “Domino”.
I strive to participate and fall in the right place.
Almost infinitely small. Look at all those zeros after the point.
I make an effort to express myself well. The unabridged vocabulary of my mind explodes in the tiny percentage of words I know. Point zero, zero, zero, almost to infinity, but not quite there, I say what I can to care. I give meaning to my words inside, what you think of them are up to your personal dare to compare what I might mean to your explicit scene. Give me the meaning of the word you choose, and I’ll do whatever I can to interpret your news. But my tiny percentage of application to meaning of what you say, might be even smaller than what I manage to say.
Worshipful me, every moment with thee: I worship y/our being. Our relationship is my inspiration to find the best of me, if I can, to please you through me. My behavior is meant to reflect those good things you teach me to cherish, those things toward peace, toward tranquility, toward you, toward love, Love. You impress me with your knowledge of self, and I know that I am included in your vast understanding of y/our World. You lead me to evolutionary changes and council me on the tactics for y/our future. As you negotiate y/our well-being, I feel intrusted to be myself in y/our sight. I am emotionally secure because y/our relationship with me indicates that I am cared for, and may know of it. I am strong because I know you are my God.
I tell you about the reality of me, as best as I can ascertain it. Sincerity is the only way I can go with it, perhaps, my personality. But solipsism is my game, easy to attain it. I realized I couldn’t know the thoughts of you, even my own seem jaded, partial, and sometimes faded. But if I remember the “Dolly Effect” causes me think so highly of myself, because no one else really matters in my emotional response, trumping every other’s, by insisting, to me, that I topped every record, meant, or not, to win. You’re floating through consciousnesses, drifting by my eye, making real paradigms by way of your sighs, causing me to inflect you as a critical asset, just because it allays my solitude and the directives given to me to build a community. Animism somehow influences me to see you as a legal tender, maybe able to vote or create a scope of utility. I take for granted that you’re not my contender, my race ruling only me. And somehow I intuitively know that I have only time for finding the best of me, discarding the facts of you from time to time. Trying to take seriously the society, I keep reminding myself of my desire to create an other for you, yet I am still convinced of my subjective distance from an ability to placate you with nonsense. So sincerely, take me as I am, remembering my desire for individuality in my concept of you and the context of me.
I go skipping, wondering what you want from me. Striving to become more myself, I wonder how you perceive this game. Rules aside, will we ever be certain of the score? Rankings and ratings are inconsequential to me, but when I’m too down to guess my own role in the World I get concerned about how to go about playing my part. I rely on art to show me a way. Seeming to await the muse’s kiss, I want to believe it never left my side, but meanwhile you seem to demand things of me, things that you never have completed yourself. What makes me your surrogate in this situation, where you act like competition against me, y/our own family, is a successful turn on nepotism’s theory? I don’t even want your place, it’s too crowded with you there, anyway. I want my own space. I want to learn to play to learn how the game is meant to be played. I want to learn to win as the fairest route toward admiration of the perceived facts. As we organize for the future’s sake, what is it I will show to show I’ve learned or earned my place? I have plans for myself, you know. If I set out to attitude like you, what will you make of my little mirror, try as I might? Reflection of you is my greatest delight, how will you realize you have a role to tell me what to do right? As I negotiate my behavior with you, I wonder if you know how seriously I take our time together. I’m not trying to get set up to do anything wrong, ever. Tell me what I can do to perfect my endeavor. I’m doing the best I can to help you see I’m clever. Let me be myself, whatever.
Consistent notions roll all over your body like lightning. It’s so comfortable when I’m with you. Near you I know what to expect. No, I don’t want to predict you, but I love that I can count on you. Change your mind. Be multi-dynamic. Use language. Effort toward change and evolution. I’ll learn to love you even more. The slip and movement of growth in you seems so blissful. Because with you I know I can learn a value system that agrees with itself. Synapses float and fly in the sky behind the eye, illusioning fair play with soft remarks and subtle moves. Connection to memory hustles the light tubes inside, centromere neutralizing the efforts to understand what is meant in the arcane sweet of the brightness within. All the time I am focusing on you, I am thinking of how I am shaped in the community of you, and others. Ideas and ideals specify the kinetic route of the electricals when I think of you, looking at you it’s easy to see how you please me. You are reliably yourself. And you influence me to become, faithfully me.
Play to learn the rules as you play, win to be fair to those rules as you win.
I see everything, I set my mind to see, subjectively, in the hologram inside.
Don’t look outside yourself to find me, not all of the time.
See that I am a physical action, as well as a figment of your imagination.
If things are not created nor destroyed, see how we have concatenated along, our chore.
I find your dimension whole when I see our collective past, I remember you well, in the hologram inside.
Though I know it’s myself I see, ultimately, my perspective is everything to me, but you are part of infinity d(imension), and I worship our combined reality, in the hologram inside.
Some look outside themselves, external locus of identity, to see the hologram’s intent, focusing on others to create their path, and give a little insight on their task of being a self.
Look at me, in your hologram inside, see the dna that is me, and that which is not me.
Delineate my existence from your’s, but do it in your hologram inside.
Internalize the experience of being discrete, feel the quality of being, indelibly right, about your view of self.
If we meet know that your perspective of life can never quite meet mine, our holograms: divide.
But know that I remember you well, as I imagine your self to be, in the hologram inside.
“Domino, Domino,” I go calling for you, Domino.
Effect me well, Domino, take care of my destined path,
lead me to the well of life, lead me to my self.
I see the knock around game of 1, 2,3, items falling like fate, toward infinity.
But I know the truth, as you live for my response, domino,
you make real the choices that influence you most,
while I seek to hone a path best suited for my course.
I go singing for you, “Domino”, to encourage your encouragement.
I look for the evidences of your demeanor in every task.
I strive to notice when you are about your game, domino, “Domino”.
I strive to participate and fall in the right place.
Almost infinitely small. Look at all those zeros after the point.
I make an effort to express myself well. The unabridged vocabulary of my mind explodes in the tiny percentage of words I know. Point zero, zero, zero, almost to infinity, but not quite there, I say what I can to care. I give meaning to my words inside, what you think of them are up to your personal dare to compare what I might mean to your explicit scene. Give me the meaning of the word you choose, and I’ll do whatever I can to interpret your news. But my tiny percentage of application to meaning of what you say, might be even smaller than what I manage to say.
Worshipful me, every moment with thee: I worship y/our being. Our relationship is my inspiration to find the best of me, if I can, to please you through me. My behavior is meant to reflect those good things you teach me to cherish, those things toward peace, toward tranquility, toward you, toward love, Love. You impress me with your knowledge of self, and I know that I am included in your vast understanding of y/our World. You lead me to evolutionary changes and council me on the tactics for y/our future. As you negotiate y/our well-being, I feel intrusted to be myself in y/our sight. I am emotionally secure because y/our relationship with me indicates that I am cared for, and may know of it. I am strong because I know you are my God.
I tell you about the reality of me, as best as I can ascertain it. Sincerity is the only way I can go with it, perhaps, my personality. But solipsism is my game, easy to attain it. I realized I couldn’t know the thoughts of you, even my own seem jaded, partial, and sometimes faded. But if I remember the “Dolly Effect” causes me think so highly of myself, because no one else really matters in my emotional response, trumping every other’s, by insisting, to me, that I topped every record, meant, or not, to win. You’re floating through consciousnesses, drifting by my eye, making real paradigms by way of your sighs, causing me to inflect you as a critical asset, just because it allays my solitude and the directives given to me to build a community. Animism somehow influences me to see you as a legal tender, maybe able to vote or create a scope of utility. I take for granted that you’re not my contender, my race ruling only me. And somehow I intuitively know that I have only time for finding the best of me, discarding the facts of you from time to time. Trying to take seriously the society, I keep reminding myself of my desire to create an other for you, yet I am still convinced of my subjective distance from an ability to placate you with nonsense. So sincerely, take me as I am, remembering my desire for individuality in my concept of you and the context of me.
I go skipping, wondering what you want from me. Striving to become more myself, I wonder how you perceive this game. Rules aside, will we ever be certain of the score? Rankings and ratings are inconsequential to me, but when I’m too down to guess my own role in the World I get concerned about how to go about playing my part. I rely on art to show me a way. Seeming to await the muse’s kiss, I want to believe it never left my side, but meanwhile you seem to demand things of me, things that you never have completed yourself. What makes me your surrogate in this situation, where you act like competition against me, y/our own family, is a successful turn on nepotism’s theory? I don’t even want your place, it’s too crowded with you there, anyway. I want my own space. I want to learn to play to learn how the game is meant to be played. I want to learn to win as the fairest route toward admiration of the perceived facts. As we organize for the future’s sake, what is it I will show to show I’ve learned or earned my place? I have plans for myself, you know. If I set out to attitude like you, what will you make of my little mirror, try as I might? Reflection of you is my greatest delight, how will you realize you have a role to tell me what to do right? As I negotiate my behavior with you, I wonder if you know how seriously I take our time together. I’m not trying to get set up to do anything wrong, ever. Tell me what I can do to perfect my endeavor. I’m doing the best I can to help you see I’m clever. Let me be myself, whatever.
Consistent notions roll all over your body like lightning. It’s so comfortable when I’m with you. Near you I know what to expect. No, I don’t want to predict you, but I love that I can count on you. Change your mind. Be multi-dynamic. Use language. Effort toward change and evolution. I’ll learn to love you even more. The slip and movement of growth in you seems so blissful. Because with you I know I can learn a value system that agrees with itself. Synapses float and fly in the sky behind the eye, illusioning fair play with soft remarks and subtle moves. Connection to memory hustles the light tubes inside, centromere neutralizing the efforts to understand what is meant in the arcane sweet of the brightness within. All the time I am focusing on you, I am thinking of how I am shaped in the community of you, and others. Ideas and ideals specify the kinetic route of the electricals when I think of you, looking at you it’s easy to see how you please me. You are reliably yourself. And you influence me to become, faithfully me.
Play to learn the rules as you play, win to be fair to those rules as you win.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
HAPPY 2010
HAPPY 2010
BE THE BEST YOU EVER POSSIBLE.
NO ONE HAS A CHANCE AT BEING YOU IN YOUR OWN GAME.
GAMES THEORY: “rough and tumble” play is a theme we all can know. To participate in this style one must remember the rules of the game: play to be fair, and win to learn. “I am my own best competition.”
0. electrical ground, natal materials, self to self
1. negotiate parental relationships, chosen from natal opportunities
2. organize parental attachments. mentally showing where self came off, showing where parent(s) connect
3. distribute parental materials among self’s cells, show a balanced attitude
4. encourage parent(s) to assist in managing their baby’s electrical being with auric/intana insulation
HOLOGRAPHIC PARENT, SEEK ME, HOLOGRAPHIC BABY
help me find our most authentic relationship(s)
Live wire, live wire, electrical being, where did I come from? Who’s values am I willing to serve and advance? Who’s thoughts might I progress? Parents speak of me, to me. Parents include me in their persona. Parents are chosen for their care, interest, understanding, willingness to show me my proper way. Our family values show me who I am in this World. My parents trust me to be my best.
I show them I know what they always were before I cut loose on my own dynamic route.
Thank you, parent(s) for carrying me all these many eons, ages that we spent together, strove for the same goals, please help me please you now, by allowing me to act according to my own unique call.
love = leubh = presence desired = present = (k)now
I love you, Parent, Mommy, Daddy, Berdashi. I hope this year is filled with joy, and that every day is getting better for you & us.
TIFFANYDOWNEND.BLOGSPOT.COM
Natal names lead me to the meanings we made, together. Natal names remind me of who I am, who we are, together. Natal names, though arcane at times, gives me clues to the language of the culture and the cosmos, as we negotiated them, together. Still I have my own perspective.
Senses tell me, empirically, what I need to know about my self and you. Even in my intuitive nature, I have ideas that are based on what I sense about us, and our environment. Sometimes I wonder how I can refine my ability to know, you, me, us, it, the World.
BioTechnology to find and acknowledge or evolve.
Practice turning them on and off at will.
M Nodules = mitigate energy within the body and assists in pulling in stray energy.
Stability Chairs = places of rest, within, from the natural chaos of life in the cosmos.
Intentionality Nodes = while remaining subjective, this kind of organ uses medulla-, lymph-, and endocrine-type tissues to understand energetic information, including body language, ancient language, and historical movement.
Epouges = bundles of rod-like structures that sense energy vibrations and movement.
Diletantes = fuzzy cones-upon-cones that sense color, useful for discerning chromosomal and auric/intana energy.
Derads = hair-like, with nerve interiors, that pick up vibrational & magnetic flow.
Bdats = chromosome rich nucleus bodies that are filled with historical memories, useful for originating information.
Oqus = villi inside the body with nerve interiors, useful for reading inner energies as they metabolize and for discerning energies passing near.
Intana Insulation = often made by other(s) in service of a self, it is auric/intana, protection/containment to keep our live electrical being and cosmic tube/abrigina manageable and clean.
e l e c t r i c a l g r o u n d
&
f a s c i a p e r f e c t
Independence
THE REAL HOLOGRAM OF SELF
The all-knowingness. The completeness of perfection. The perfection that is a child’s dream of self.
Make it. Inside. Like only you are able. Eschew all commanders, comparitors, false predictors, and seek the true self.
Obey your parents, of course, for they dreamed you first, but heed the call for evolution and timely development.
Let us know the real you, let us realize the path you honed to arrive in this place, with us.
We, who have seen you grow, witnessed your ontology, subjectively wished for your fruition,
we who have only subjective prejudices, we do not know the look of your full blossom.
Bloom, you Flower and unfold your nature, the diagrams and paths your family bestowed to only you.
That piece that is alone, you. We’ve seen that bit, that you in there, that continuous persona building.
We’re glad you made it.
The case by case scenario has dictated that we approve of each fate, each trial and try in the effort to become.
Make it easy on us. Be the best you have to offer. As communication is imperfect, allow for the need to be patient,
give us some slack, your intellectual property is your own, you know.
Everything that did happen, everything that is happening, it’s written in your DNA product, your genes are informed,
but it is a personal read, it is a private practice. Be open to our wisdom, our predilections of promise, our rights.
Agency to do the best job, the most correct action, the deeds after which all happiness follows: let accuracy be your goal.
Accurate to what?
Your family and community’s expectation, and your own design for truth, must be what you choose to seek,
so as not to waste the life given, and supported, and extolled.
We who are proud of your personification, the incarnation of your incantation, the little sounds and words,
colors and effects that create the particular you, we challenge your unique sense of style to become more than ever
dreamed possible, and call it “the real hologram of self” and “basic to life in the twenty-first century.”
EVERY PART OF EVERY THING HAS AN INTRINSIC HOLOGRAM OF THE WORLD IN ITS ENTIRETY.
The hologram(s) within is where we have our greatest opportunity to be of service to our own value system.
What we choose to acknowledge and how we judge whatever we subjectively notice is how we know ourselves. Every part of every thing is its personally perspective’d hologram.
There is a reflection of reality in even the tiniest of tiny.
SEE YOURSELF IN YOU.
HAPPY 2010
evolve a more perfect environment of consistent peace ... even inside your self.
BE THE BEST YOU EVER POSSIBLE.
NO ONE HAS A CHANCE AT BEING YOU IN YOUR OWN GAME.
GAMES THEORY: “rough and tumble” play is a theme we all can know. To participate in this style one must remember the rules of the game: play to be fair, and win to learn. “I am my own best competition.”
0. electrical ground, natal materials, self to self
1. negotiate parental relationships, chosen from natal opportunities
2. organize parental attachments. mentally showing where self came off, showing where parent(s) connect
3. distribute parental materials among self’s cells, show a balanced attitude
4. encourage parent(s) to assist in managing their baby’s electrical being with auric/intana insulation
HOLOGRAPHIC PARENT, SEEK ME, HOLOGRAPHIC BABY
help me find our most authentic relationship(s)
Live wire, live wire, electrical being, where did I come from? Who’s values am I willing to serve and advance? Who’s thoughts might I progress? Parents speak of me, to me. Parents include me in their persona. Parents are chosen for their care, interest, understanding, willingness to show me my proper way. Our family values show me who I am in this World. My parents trust me to be my best.
I show them I know what they always were before I cut loose on my own dynamic route.
Thank you, parent(s) for carrying me all these many eons, ages that we spent together, strove for the same goals, please help me please you now, by allowing me to act according to my own unique call.
love = leubh = presence desired = present = (k)now
I love you, Parent, Mommy, Daddy, Berdashi. I hope this year is filled with joy, and that every day is getting better for you & us.
TIFFANYDOWNEND.BLOGSPOT.COM
Natal names lead me to the meanings we made, together. Natal names remind me of who I am, who we are, together. Natal names, though arcane at times, gives me clues to the language of the culture and the cosmos, as we negotiated them, together. Still I have my own perspective.
Senses tell me, empirically, what I need to know about my self and you. Even in my intuitive nature, I have ideas that are based on what I sense about us, and our environment. Sometimes I wonder how I can refine my ability to know, you, me, us, it, the World.
BioTechnology to find and acknowledge or evolve.
Practice turning them on and off at will.
M Nodules = mitigate energy within the body and assists in pulling in stray energy.
Stability Chairs = places of rest, within, from the natural chaos of life in the cosmos.
Intentionality Nodes = while remaining subjective, this kind of organ uses medulla-, lymph-, and endocrine-type tissues to understand energetic information, including body language, ancient language, and historical movement.
Epouges = bundles of rod-like structures that sense energy vibrations and movement.
Diletantes = fuzzy cones-upon-cones that sense color, useful for discerning chromosomal and auric/intana energy.
Derads = hair-like, with nerve interiors, that pick up vibrational & magnetic flow.
Bdats = chromosome rich nucleus bodies that are filled with historical memories, useful for originating information.
Oqus = villi inside the body with nerve interiors, useful for reading inner energies as they metabolize and for discerning energies passing near.
Intana Insulation = often made by other(s) in service of a self, it is auric/intana, protection/containment to keep our live electrical being and cosmic tube/abrigina manageable and clean.
e l e c t r i c a l g r o u n d
&
f a s c i a p e r f e c t
Independence
THE REAL HOLOGRAM OF SELF
The all-knowingness. The completeness of perfection. The perfection that is a child’s dream of self.
Make it. Inside. Like only you are able. Eschew all commanders, comparitors, false predictors, and seek the true self.
Obey your parents, of course, for they dreamed you first, but heed the call for evolution and timely development.
Let us know the real you, let us realize the path you honed to arrive in this place, with us.
We, who have seen you grow, witnessed your ontology, subjectively wished for your fruition,
we who have only subjective prejudices, we do not know the look of your full blossom.
Bloom, you Flower and unfold your nature, the diagrams and paths your family bestowed to only you.
That piece that is alone, you. We’ve seen that bit, that you in there, that continuous persona building.
We’re glad you made it.
The case by case scenario has dictated that we approve of each fate, each trial and try in the effort to become.
Make it easy on us. Be the best you have to offer. As communication is imperfect, allow for the need to be patient,
give us some slack, your intellectual property is your own, you know.
Everything that did happen, everything that is happening, it’s written in your DNA product, your genes are informed,
but it is a personal read, it is a private practice. Be open to our wisdom, our predilections of promise, our rights.
Agency to do the best job, the most correct action, the deeds after which all happiness follows: let accuracy be your goal.
Accurate to what?
Your family and community’s expectation, and your own design for truth, must be what you choose to seek,
so as not to waste the life given, and supported, and extolled.
We who are proud of your personification, the incarnation of your incantation, the little sounds and words,
colors and effects that create the particular you, we challenge your unique sense of style to become more than ever
dreamed possible, and call it “the real hologram of self” and “basic to life in the twenty-first century.”
EVERY PART OF EVERY THING HAS AN INTRINSIC HOLOGRAM OF THE WORLD IN ITS ENTIRETY.
The hologram(s) within is where we have our greatest opportunity to be of service to our own value system.
What we choose to acknowledge and how we judge whatever we subjectively notice is how we know ourselves. Every part of every thing is its personally perspective’d hologram.
There is a reflection of reality in even the tiniest of tiny.
SEE YOURSELF IN YOU.
HAPPY 2010
evolve a more perfect environment of consistent peace ... even inside your self.
nitrogen and independence
Nitrogen & Independence
Nitrogen, not carbon is the basis of my life on the Periodic Table of Elements... what about you?
A MEDITATION:
You must have self-control and put yourself first in the production of peace.
You realize you can’t get off your path. And everywhere you go and went, you were the same you. Even as you learned and processed information, your continuous persona was developing. Even generations ago you were searching for peace, as a way toward defining your personality. Relax and take a deep breath.
Center yourself within, grounding the energy of the left side of your body to the energy of the right side of your body, exhibiting a balanced, peaceful demeanor. Your brain communicates with itself comfortably, left to right and right to left.
Analytical impulse and creative intellect are one. Your body, made of oxyriboneucleic acid and deoxyribonucleic acid, or ona/dna product, are independent of all that surrounds you. Consider all the materials that were ever you. In your mind’s eye, envision yourself, becoming more perfect.
See yourself as capable of a higher levels of communication, more articulate than you ever realized.
Register the fact that your independent ona/dna product is the best answer for you, it is your thought process, it is what sustains you, it has been yours for many generations, it has been yours forever.
Consider where your ontology began. What was the very first conscious idea you formed?
What words and names have you been learning over time? What is your favorite natal name? What are your favorite names of peace, and love, and nature? What defines you? What is your name now.
As you consider the energy made by your body, continue to envision the language your particular body makes. Listen to the you of peace, love, and nature, all the while staying grounded, self to self.
Inside, see a place of stability made of your peaceful thoughts, language, feelings, and emotions. Create a throne of stability for your knowledge to lounge in peace. Allow the joy of this peacefulness of self to permeate throughout your entire body. You must have self-control and put yourself first in the production of peace.
Notice the energy that you make, that metabolizes out of your body. See that private energy being lovingly offered to nourish cosmic bodies in a permission-giving-and-getting scenario. The ona/dna charged energy that exits you can be guided by you and your lineage in service of the environment. It is the most delightful present you are able to make, aside from your body, and it is also your ona/dna product: all these are products of peace.
Now, from the inside, gaze upon your clean, tight, vibrant, healthy body of wisdom and beauty. Take responsibility for yourself as an agent of peace. Imagine your place as an instigator of peace, love, and nature in your internal, as well as external, Worlds.
Ground yourself again, right to left and left to right. Be forever effort-ing toward self and that special throne of stability within. Fascia perfect all the membranes of self. It is your opportunity, inside self, to create peace and focus on self’s production of peace. Remember, you must have self-control and put yourself first in the production of peace.
Take a moment to rest.
When you are ready, turn your attention toward your exterior, and breath a sigh of peaceful contentment.
Independence
THE REAL HOLOGRAM OF SELF
The all-knowingness. The completeness of perfection. The perfection that is a child’s dream of self.
Make it. Inside. Like only you are able. Eschew all commanders, comparitors, false predictors, and seek the true self.
Obey your parents, of course, for they dreamed you first, but heed the call for evolution and timely development.
Let us know the real you, let us realize the path you honed to arrive in this place, with us.
We, who have seen you grow, witnessed your ontology, subjectively wished for your fruition,
we who have only subjective prejudices, we do not know the look of your full blossom.
Bloom, you Flower and unfold your nature, the diagrams and paths your family bestowed to only you.
That piece that is alone, you. We’ve seen that bit, that you in there, that continuous persona building,
we’re glad you made it.
The case by case scenario has dictated that we approve of each fate, each trial and try in the effort to become.
Make it easy on us. Be the best you have to offer. As communication is imperfect, allow for the need to be patient,
give us some slack, your intellectual property is your own, you know.
Everything that did happen, everything that is happening, it’s written in your DNA product, your genes are informed,
but it is a personal read, it is a private practice. Be open to our wisdom, our predilections of promise, our rights.
Agency to do the best job, the most correct action, the deeds after which all happiness follows: let accuracy be your goal. Accurate to what?
Your family and community’s expectation, and your own design for truth, must be what you choose to seek,
so as not to waste the life given, and supported, and extolled.
We who are proud of your personification, the incarnation of your incantation, the little sounds and words,
colors and effects that create the particular you, we challenge your unique sense of style to become more than ever
dreamed possible, and call it “the real hologram of self” and “basic to life in the twenty-first century.”
You didn’t know me, per se. You didn’t know what I could become- untethered to the others.
You weren’t accustomed to my voice- you heard the sounds of the community echoing within me.
But I want it all back now- I want independence and a true existence, separate from the “others”.
Those not-me many, must make partition from my denace, leaving me to my self, up to my own resources and fully intact.
Will you know me then? Will we make peace? Will we finally find the words to communicate? Will we understand each other at all?
At least I predict I will be a satisfied member of the group, take me or leave me, the actual me, let me be free.
Arcane measures lead me to the reality of you. Inside I search and I dig for meanings, finding only myself and my own experiences as guides. What I sense, always through my particular filters, leaves me wanting more input, more specific references, more personal attachments. To you. Is it a figment, I imagine, you? Or are you real, tangible... I reach out to feel your electric mass, moving at a different rate and for different reasons than I. I am comforted by your apparent wholeness, your constructed constant. You lead me to sure belief in the existence of other gods and goddesses, of other places and permissions. You. Unique. You. Mysterious. You. Forever an internally manufactured detail of the world outside myself. I love you, conditionally, but forever, right now.
It’s your job to evolve it. So if you’re not satisfied, or if you can’t quite do the job right, it’s your own fault if you don’t look for and get help. We’re all looking to you to fix the problem, so acknowledge it and let’s us move on. Your family is depending on you, community is placing bets, you must come through, alternately, we will have to do without. And what a pity that would be, to be forced to abandon the hope that we will improve, make real our goals, find the secrets of perfection that we deserve. Don’t let yourself down, don’t devolve when we’re all pulling for you to be the cog that turns our wheel of generative genesis. Behave better than we expect, make real our growth.
Testify
Tell me the truth of your existence.
Tell me about your specific experience.
But don’t expect me to understand.
Don’t think I’ll know what you meant.
Tell me anyway, for the joy of expression.
Tell me, to give me a peek at your combination.
Tell me so I can live in a reality with you there.
Tell me so you can be closer to known.
Testify, say the magic words, they’re free.
entropy:
gathering mass to be there, to exist, for love.
to have a place to be, a secure dwelling to be used, willingly.
making the aggregate, interstitialated with desire for
meaning, multi-functionality, purpose.
the main, a growing function: mind to evolution, mind to becoming.
perhaps i’ll see you there, in that place, when we are collected unto our selves
and holding the mass that will engineer our futures.
perhaps I will know you by your dna style, your familial print.
perhaps you will know me by the look in my eyes,
the look of watching you collect your sacred intents
into an ordered world, unique to your need for perfection.
delight me with your care, honor me with your detail,
create that random minutia of delicate specificity:
the best your family had to offer; the best that you, in them, imagined.
let even those quiet places work,
those areas so enigmatic and cool, or centric-bright-hot,
those molten places concerned with stability,
and the hyper-exchanging places that make you w/hole,
complete in your own view.
how I long for y/our flawlessness,
to know the real you
and see you manifest
everything you intended for y/ourself.
America:
Some of us called it “the lovely land.”
While others of us said it was “the enemy’s path.”
“We have to go, we have to take this road to where ever it leads.”
“You might be lost to us, when will that road ever lead back home?”
“Even if it never leads me back, I must on my journey be.”
“Too cruel, our souls rent, pulled to fray.”
“For you, I will carry you in my heart, you will be my stitch in time.” Now here, I’m ‘American,’ have’n taken the Beauty path away from you , and do your eyes recognize me still when upon me they fall? I know beauty before me, beauty to the sides, above and below, beauty within, and beauty behind me, as I left you there. For I am still your little one, grown up in America, the path away has led me back to you, with technologies for us to share. We’ll celebrate our differences, even as we unite. Will you take my hand, that one that you so gently let go of that I might learn to travel alone, and join me in this manufacture of a promised land?
Nitrogen, not carbon is the basis of my life on the Periodic Table of Elements... what about you?
A MEDITATION:
You must have self-control and put yourself first in the production of peace.
You realize you can’t get off your path. And everywhere you go and went, you were the same you. Even as you learned and processed information, your continuous persona was developing. Even generations ago you were searching for peace, as a way toward defining your personality. Relax and take a deep breath.
Center yourself within, grounding the energy of the left side of your body to the energy of the right side of your body, exhibiting a balanced, peaceful demeanor. Your brain communicates with itself comfortably, left to right and right to left.
Analytical impulse and creative intellect are one. Your body, made of oxyriboneucleic acid and deoxyribonucleic acid, or ona/dna product, are independent of all that surrounds you. Consider all the materials that were ever you. In your mind’s eye, envision yourself, becoming more perfect.
See yourself as capable of a higher levels of communication, more articulate than you ever realized.
Register the fact that your independent ona/dna product is the best answer for you, it is your thought process, it is what sustains you, it has been yours for many generations, it has been yours forever.
Consider where your ontology began. What was the very first conscious idea you formed?
What words and names have you been learning over time? What is your favorite natal name? What are your favorite names of peace, and love, and nature? What defines you? What is your name now.
As you consider the energy made by your body, continue to envision the language your particular body makes. Listen to the you of peace, love, and nature, all the while staying grounded, self to self.
Inside, see a place of stability made of your peaceful thoughts, language, feelings, and emotions. Create a throne of stability for your knowledge to lounge in peace. Allow the joy of this peacefulness of self to permeate throughout your entire body. You must have self-control and put yourself first in the production of peace.
Notice the energy that you make, that metabolizes out of your body. See that private energy being lovingly offered to nourish cosmic bodies in a permission-giving-and-getting scenario. The ona/dna charged energy that exits you can be guided by you and your lineage in service of the environment. It is the most delightful present you are able to make, aside from your body, and it is also your ona/dna product: all these are products of peace.
Now, from the inside, gaze upon your clean, tight, vibrant, healthy body of wisdom and beauty. Take responsibility for yourself as an agent of peace. Imagine your place as an instigator of peace, love, and nature in your internal, as well as external, Worlds.
Ground yourself again, right to left and left to right. Be forever effort-ing toward self and that special throne of stability within. Fascia perfect all the membranes of self. It is your opportunity, inside self, to create peace and focus on self’s production of peace. Remember, you must have self-control and put yourself first in the production of peace.
Take a moment to rest.
When you are ready, turn your attention toward your exterior, and breath a sigh of peaceful contentment.
Independence
THE REAL HOLOGRAM OF SELF
The all-knowingness. The completeness of perfection. The perfection that is a child’s dream of self.
Make it. Inside. Like only you are able. Eschew all commanders, comparitors, false predictors, and seek the true self.
Obey your parents, of course, for they dreamed you first, but heed the call for evolution and timely development.
Let us know the real you, let us realize the path you honed to arrive in this place, with us.
We, who have seen you grow, witnessed your ontology, subjectively wished for your fruition,
we who have only subjective prejudices, we do not know the look of your full blossom.
Bloom, you Flower and unfold your nature, the diagrams and paths your family bestowed to only you.
That piece that is alone, you. We’ve seen that bit, that you in there, that continuous persona building,
we’re glad you made it.
The case by case scenario has dictated that we approve of each fate, each trial and try in the effort to become.
Make it easy on us. Be the best you have to offer. As communication is imperfect, allow for the need to be patient,
give us some slack, your intellectual property is your own, you know.
Everything that did happen, everything that is happening, it’s written in your DNA product, your genes are informed,
but it is a personal read, it is a private practice. Be open to our wisdom, our predilections of promise, our rights.
Agency to do the best job, the most correct action, the deeds after which all happiness follows: let accuracy be your goal. Accurate to what?
Your family and community’s expectation, and your own design for truth, must be what you choose to seek,
so as not to waste the life given, and supported, and extolled.
We who are proud of your personification, the incarnation of your incantation, the little sounds and words,
colors and effects that create the particular you, we challenge your unique sense of style to become more than ever
dreamed possible, and call it “the real hologram of self” and “basic to life in the twenty-first century.”
You didn’t know me, per se. You didn’t know what I could become- untethered to the others.
You weren’t accustomed to my voice- you heard the sounds of the community echoing within me.
But I want it all back now- I want independence and a true existence, separate from the “others”.
Those not-me many, must make partition from my denace, leaving me to my self, up to my own resources and fully intact.
Will you know me then? Will we make peace? Will we finally find the words to communicate? Will we understand each other at all?
At least I predict I will be a satisfied member of the group, take me or leave me, the actual me, let me be free.
Arcane measures lead me to the reality of you. Inside I search and I dig for meanings, finding only myself and my own experiences as guides. What I sense, always through my particular filters, leaves me wanting more input, more specific references, more personal attachments. To you. Is it a figment, I imagine, you? Or are you real, tangible... I reach out to feel your electric mass, moving at a different rate and for different reasons than I. I am comforted by your apparent wholeness, your constructed constant. You lead me to sure belief in the existence of other gods and goddesses, of other places and permissions. You. Unique. You. Mysterious. You. Forever an internally manufactured detail of the world outside myself. I love you, conditionally, but forever, right now.
It’s your job to evolve it. So if you’re not satisfied, or if you can’t quite do the job right, it’s your own fault if you don’t look for and get help. We’re all looking to you to fix the problem, so acknowledge it and let’s us move on. Your family is depending on you, community is placing bets, you must come through, alternately, we will have to do without. And what a pity that would be, to be forced to abandon the hope that we will improve, make real our goals, find the secrets of perfection that we deserve. Don’t let yourself down, don’t devolve when we’re all pulling for you to be the cog that turns our wheel of generative genesis. Behave better than we expect, make real our growth.
Testify
Tell me the truth of your existence.
Tell me about your specific experience.
But don’t expect me to understand.
Don’t think I’ll know what you meant.
Tell me anyway, for the joy of expression.
Tell me, to give me a peek at your combination.
Tell me so I can live in a reality with you there.
Tell me so you can be closer to known.
Testify, say the magic words, they’re free.
entropy:
gathering mass to be there, to exist, for love.
to have a place to be, a secure dwelling to be used, willingly.
making the aggregate, interstitialated with desire for
meaning, multi-functionality, purpose.
the main, a growing function: mind to evolution, mind to becoming.
perhaps i’ll see you there, in that place, when we are collected unto our selves
and holding the mass that will engineer our futures.
perhaps I will know you by your dna style, your familial print.
perhaps you will know me by the look in my eyes,
the look of watching you collect your sacred intents
into an ordered world, unique to your need for perfection.
delight me with your care, honor me with your detail,
create that random minutia of delicate specificity:
the best your family had to offer; the best that you, in them, imagined.
let even those quiet places work,
those areas so enigmatic and cool, or centric-bright-hot,
those molten places concerned with stability,
and the hyper-exchanging places that make you w/hole,
complete in your own view.
how I long for y/our flawlessness,
to know the real you
and see you manifest
everything you intended for y/ourself.
America:
Some of us called it “the lovely land.”
While others of us said it was “the enemy’s path.”
“We have to go, we have to take this road to where ever it leads.”
“You might be lost to us, when will that road ever lead back home?”
“Even if it never leads me back, I must on my journey be.”
“Too cruel, our souls rent, pulled to fray.”
“For you, I will carry you in my heart, you will be my stitch in time.” Now here, I’m ‘American,’ have’n taken the Beauty path away from you , and do your eyes recognize me still when upon me they fall? I know beauty before me, beauty to the sides, above and below, beauty within, and beauty behind me, as I left you there. For I am still your little one, grown up in America, the path away has led me back to you, with technologies for us to share. We’ll celebrate our differences, even as we unite. Will you take my hand, that one that you so gently let go of that I might learn to travel alone, and join me in this manufacture of a promised land?
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