Magical Daily Routine

Going Where The Dusty Go...

So I am sweeping the floor of my work area in a regular mindless (e.g. daydreaming) fashion when the act turns itself into a Magical exercise of sorts.

I'm suddenly made Mindful ( see also zazen) of the broom moving across the floor, ant the particular muscular motion called on to do so.
I suddenly remember telling a friend that I wanted to learn to draw.

The two meshed, and became the Moment, nothing but the Drawing of the Floor.

And Sunburst patterns appear in the insulation-thick dustvanes left on the inanimate concrete.

And I'm dancing the dustvanes, counter-clockwise, as I envision all of life's buildup of negative frustrations and anxieties of late get swept away like so many shards of fiberglass.

It's all so beautiful in the end.

And easy, too.

Just WILL IT SO.

Health and farewell!

Cygnus

ONE

And so the two as lovers mesh
Then one becomes the others flesh
A touch A kiss A cry of passion
Instinctive movement Pure reaction

Often thought of; Fantasized
Reflected in the others eyes
What you give from deep inside
To all others before denied

Nothing ventured Nothing gained
Risk not then no love's obtained
So open up your heart and soul
Your mind relinquishes control

As dangerous as it may sound
The only way that Love is found
And knowing when the search is through
Is watching ONE made out of two

jMc aka...

(and I know the meter SUCKS anaconda penises on this one. It'll be ok.
Someday. jmc)

Purpose

" How many days I've been too close to tears
Dread worry permeating every pore
When days turn into weeks, then months to years
A greyness shrouds all sunshine from my core

Turn first to family-- they're no longer there
least not a part of any world I know
So fractured cries unto the heavens: "WHERE?!"
Their silence seems a final, crushing blow.

In total emptiness, continue on
Not ready to cross over, be that free;
Still something here I know I'm called to do
I have to will the greyness fade, let Dawn
Evaporate that shield of misery:
SHE ALSO CRIES TO MAKE ONE SOUL OF TWO. "

by jMc aka Cygnus 24 Aug 2008

Health and farewell!

Cygnus

[the title of this poem is the symbol of a spiral]

UP THROUGH THE DEPTHS
THE WATERS BREAK THEN FLOW
THEN BURNING BREATHS
OF WHAT I DO NOT KNOW

A FALL AGAIN
IT'S LITTLE BUT IT BREAKS
THE INNOCENCE
TURBULENCE IN ITS WAKE

FLAMES HIGH THE BLAZE
PLUMB DEEP THE SACRED SPRING
A WESTWARD GAZE
A FOND REMEMBERING

DARKNESS, THEN DEATH
A STILLNESS, THEN REVIEW
NINE LAPS 'ROUND LETHE
THEN A SHINING THROUGH

JMc aka Cygnus

Signs in the Heavens

Hail and Greetings!


I picked this tidbit up from Ozark Momma's site; thought it fit well here.

(Hold on, She-- the poem is coming...:D)

"Pluto, the planet of transformation, takes a whopping 248 years to complete a single cycle of rotation around the Sun. On average, it spends 21 years in each sign and 5 months of each year in retrograde.

Pluto turns retrograde in Capricorn on April 4, signaling in a time of destruction and rebuilding, rejuvenation and regeneration. It is a time for fresh starts and dead ends. The things that we hang onto the tightest can suddenly be taken away. We may be forced to reevaluate the things we cherish most.

During a Pluto retrograde period, we will feel pressured to eliminate and release the old, outworn, outdated and obsolete in our lives. We will be urged to let go of attitudes, thinking or communication patterns, security drives, and rigid emotions that no longer serve us. This is an excellent time to undergo an internal form of house cleaning, and look into ourselves to determine exactly what we do and do not need.

Pluto retrograde imparts an intense power for investigation, so we should use this time to assess what reoccurring patterns in our lives make us feel out of control, where and why do we continually give our power away, and under what circumstances do we react so defensively that we elicit attacks from others. Pluto retrograde marks a time wherein we should seek to gain greater control over our lives. "

Health and Farewell!

Cygnus

Body Ego Spirit Soul

I'm gonna cheat a bit here and pull a recent post from My Song... Wouldn't normally, but this one interests me, and @ the Song it stayed up less than 24 hours.

When the Muses first supposed this writing upon me I was thinking back to the degrees of Black Belt once that modicum of expertise was met.
In my tradition (Tukong Moo Sul Won) the only way to attain the tenth dan or level of mastery was to take the Ultimate Test.

Or maybe to go to receive your Results from that Test...

I think that is what Death is- the pass-or-fail call time for the Test you just finished: LIFE.

No, not an original idea-- all major religions have their version of the Pass-Fail moment. Pick your poison; I'll expound on mine.

I believe we humans are four-fold:
1) Body
2) ego/persona
3)Spirit
4)SOUL

BODY is just that- our physical carbon-based vessel. Or Temple. I like Temple.

Ego/persona are psychological aspects easily explored elsewhere; my basic take is, this is this is the mental perception we and others have of our Self, or that Self exposed to the world in the guise of a Mask (persona, oui?).

SPIRIT: Ah, I like this one. This is one of my favorite of the Four, if that's possible. And since mankind can envision it, so it falls within that realm...
The best definition I've yet come across for spirit (or Spirit if you prefer; depends on the moment and occasion for me..) is The Animating Life Force...

There is a definite difference between me and you as living, breathing human beings and a cadaver. For me- for us all-- that difference is an energy field known as Spirit. ( That it is an energy field can be suggested because of the heat factor--another example of sentence#1!!) I do not believe spirit to be Eternal-- that honor is saved for the Soul-- but as energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transferred, mayhap the spirit returns to the stew pot only to be stirred again and ladled anew the next need..

Spirit leads us to become the one we really are supposed to be in this lifetime. My personal energy manifests itself well in the area of athletics.
Maybe some are writers.
Others dance, act, paint, fly, sail, build, invent... you get the image. It's what you'd do if you had the money all the free time in the world to pursue the passion.

Soul.
Hmm... I see the Soul as judging Itself after life. Like sitting at a desk in a classroom, Solo, looking at the TEST RESULTS for the life just completed.
Now the SOUL has no option of lying to itself-- the proof is right there on the page.. er, so to speak, or to keep the analogy. "Look, I got that one right; OOH!(Cringes) Messed up there..."
That sort of thing.

Now, the Soul, being Eternal, has to come back and learn every possible lesson Life has to offer.
It has to Master Every Task. It has to suffer Every Sorrow.

I also believe it has to master Love, and when It has achieved these three it can Move On-- Graduate, if you will (or Will ha!).

To what I don't know-- maybe color me Agnostic on that point-- but I do believe It goes on to learn more.

The Ultimate Purpose or End?

:I> Beats me. Maybe a Communal Soup much like Spirit-source?

Likely, Total Reunification with Every Other Energy Source.

That thought kinda makes me happy!

And makes eerie sense...

Slainte!

Cygnus

Answers...

So might you be,
Brown Beauty,
Who perchance hath looked my way

The one who makes
my breast swell
red, and bode my black eyes stray?


My Dreams Will Tell;
I'll Find You
There. Your walls were never thin;

I simply sat
inside; you
Know. Just waiting for your grin...

Still Searching

How is it that
with us not knowing one another
we sit
without doubt
and know that the other
is just as aware

that an entire world
and all common sense
against us
are not excuses for desparation

that in due time
(overdue, it often seems
but tell Time that)
we will conquer any distance
and every other obstacle

and at last stand face to face
and immediately know
without ever having seen
each other before
that this is the one we have
been looking at all those years

JMc aka Cygnus

Hail and Greetings!
Thought I'd combine #'s 2 & 3 in the subtitle for my third post; keep a magical kinda groovie goin'...

Health and Farewell!

Cygnus