i tried off and on today to sit down and actually write some things ahead of this post so i could be at least a little clear. But for whatever reason, it seems that i can't do that anymore. I just need to sit down at the end of a day, or close to the end and write whatever comes out of my fingers.
But i did think of many things, how it's all merging. Things are merging. I got the Trungpa book off the shelf and here it is again…how many times have i written about this here…??? But again………….
"The natural law and order of this world is not "for" or "against". Fundamentally, there is nothing that either threatens us or promotes our point of view. The four seasons occur free from anyone's demand or vote. Hope and fear cannot alter the seasons. There is day, there is night. There is darkness at night and light during the day, and so no one has to turn a switch on and off. There is a natural law and order that allows us to survive and that is basically good, good in that it is there and it works and it is efficient."
Shambhala, The Sacred Path of the Warrior, Chogyam Trungpa, Cpt . 3 The Genuine Heart of Sadness about Basic Goodness.
and that i first read in the 1970's sometime. Here we are so many years later and it All continues to merge and I see and feel.
and this is a cloth about that. About how it is all merging, how it feels like Sky/Earth/all upon, under, inbetween is only one continuous thing. this would include me. I can no longer seperate the thing that i am from all the rest…the edges are sticky and enter one into the other. Yet still, in the moment i began this cloth, as above, in September, i still identify Sky/Earth, rocks, minerals, Air, and Water as somekind of She. And that's ok for now i think. I remember that day, when this cloth first began and i stood Out Side There and raised my arms up to All that is above the Earth and said
"Breathe Me!!"
so she was the Breather.
and to go on about the cloth itself, i have a tendancy to be ok with Edgy. Even like things that are edgy. I look for faces and eyes that are not, uhhhh, ordinarily human, but rather less than, vague and well, Free of humanness. Free of all it is that i am. That are Beyond that. So i was looking for that here.
And now a while later, i am looking again. Though i find this face to be the face that i was needing in that moment in September, it wasn't a face that was ….well, i guess…kind of Universal. It may have been a face that really said the opposite of what i felt it to be….
and so. I think of making Cloth. Story Cloth. Stories of moments that i experience. and i ask self if it is enough that they tell ME the story? or do i want them to tell a story for Others too. And i do. I want them to tell a story for Others too.
So i am looking. How Else can i say it?….tell the story of that moment without Compromising the story?
Looking.
windthread 
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