Drunkerings

VII

It's time. Old Captain, Death, lift anchor, sink!
The land rots; we shall sail into the night;
if now the sky and sea are black as ink,
our hearts, as you must know, are filled with light.

From Baudelaire's "Le Voyage", translated by Robert Lowell

Hieronymous Bosch with a view

Come be my student, my acolyte.

I will teach you the pathway between moments,
Show you all the spaces in between.
I speak the language of the birds;
They sing a map of time.
It shows the way out of here.
I flew away with them.
And I have seen.

Come on get up!
You gotta get higher.
Come on and get up.
The higher you are,
The closer it becomes.
What isn't darkness lights the way.

You weren't meant to be this far down.
It only feels bad,
Cause you don't belong.
The pressure pushing down--
It isn't real
The lack of air--
It isn't real.
It isn't real.

Come on get up!
You gotta get higher.
Come on and get up.
The higher you are,
The closer it becomes.
What isn't darkness lights the way.

What Plotinus said

Withdraw into yourself and look. If you do not as yet see beauty within you, do as does the sculptor of a statue that is to be made beautified: he cuts away here, he smooths it there, he makes this line lighter, this other one purer, until he disengages beautiful lineaments in the marble. Do you this too. Cut away all that is excessive, straighten all that is crooked, bring light to all that is overcast, labor to make all one radiance of beauty. Never cease "working at the statue" until there shines out upon you from it the divine sheen of virtue until you see perfect "goodness firmly established in stainless shrine." Have you become like this? Do you see yourself, abiding within yourself in pure solitude? Does nothing now remain to shatter that interior unity, nor anything external cling to your authentic self? Are you entirely that sole true light which is not contained by space, not confined to any circumscribed form, not diffused as something without term, but ever unmeasurable as something greater than all measure and something more than all quantity? Do you see yourself in this state? Then you have become vision itself. Be of good heart,. Remaining here you have ascended aloft. You need a guide no longer. Strain and see.

Dragons

Spirit is the source of energy, which flows throughout the body. There are some who listen with their inner hearing to this. They cultivate this flow, removing obstructions and occlusions, always attending that which is vital within. They are not moved by the external, though they respond appropriately to what arises Though they live among us, I think they are more like dragons that have shed the dead skin of ego.

Rearrangements

Rearrange the letters in "Fred Meyers", you get: "F Mr Red Eyes".

Spent a lot of time this morning thinking about the paths of rain drops.
What if there was always a rain cloud, but only over your house?