windthread

the Thing i mentioned last night in the response to Jan's comment…the thing of Beauty,  the Thing

to hang on to…

I thought about that today,  what is it i mean by that,  and it's a hope for a way to make all the Risky Buziness easier to bear….i want an image,  a single image that will hold all that i know and work for in my heart,  so when i wake in the night,  i can call for that image and Hold it and let the rest just go.

Days are always just so ok and even fine,  it's that waking in the night.  The dreaming is so intense,  as it always has been but now changing to even more specific Problem Solving and i still would give anything for a night of 

just sleep

 

this is the bedroom wall that i Wake to…kind of close to the angle that i see when lying down, waking,

Those pics from a calendar some years ago,  the tapestry of Green Tara,  some years ago

maybe the image i want is in Plain Sight?  Maybe all i need to do is turn on the light and look….turn off the light and let it all go.

???

a temple door in Lhasa.  Not so much the door,  but the rags tied to it

 

this human Form,  that i Trust.

 

 a valley     someone walking   with a companion   a valley of Windhorse…Look at them all and how i am so the same as all who placed their "petitions" of stick and cloth for Wind to carry out into Infinity

 

and back Here,  in my small world of Earth,  i finished.  Everything is Done.   I looked closely at all 5 Cloths and did what needed doing and they are finished.  I stitched on the holding tabs for hanging on all of them.   Tomorrow i will go Out and clip twigs from the Salt Cedar that will be threaded through those tabs.  Ok.   Tomorrow i will only need to Write.  Words.  just write words.   just

write words.   

Which ones?