Green Tara, on the right wall. in a frame. The difference in the Sense of this place is surprisingly clear. It's the
frame.
it changed Everything. And now, we are on that Edge of too much. Nothing else can come In unless something goes Out.
reading again. Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm Stephen Harrod Buhner
"once you come to understand, in your experience, that you are just one life~form among many, that you can meet the other life~forms here in moments of tremendous intimacy, it enables one of the most wondrous of explorations possible. To leave the human world behind, the surface identity of the self, and swim, only one life~form among a multitude, deep into the metaphysical background of the world is to enter a place where we meet there as living beings, identical in nature at the core, similar intelligences, all given birth by Earth, all expressed out of the Ocean of Being into form. And in those moments of touch, we look back at each other with luminous eyes and tell tales of the lives we have lived and the lands we have seen and speak of the commonalities of what it means to be alive on this Earth, kin, all of whom came from common ancestors long ago"
after waking this morning, i lived OutSide. I listened to Wind, that came and went. To Crow, overhead, 3 times.
i am washing my shirts in a bucket. When i'm done, i will wash my hair, my body, out there, where Wind still moves.
Inside is one thing. OutSide is way more.
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