OB BI Won ~2008

Blessings Stacy,

Love the Pic, a perfect encapsulation of my O/B hope, and wonder if it's on your zazzle tee?

And read your poems linked on this page, really enjoying the courageous rhythm of your loving reflection on literal experience.  Definitely benefitted from IF, and hope your OK for me to share offline with the early recovery folks I counsel spiritually?  And especially loved this stanza in .SOLO.

”nevertheless i weep
and scream
fall in between
forgetful closure
and pristine awakening”

being acutely aware these days how my pristine awakenings seem to spring from darkness I've brought closure to by forgetting.

So finally, to the point of your recent “constant ritual” post on returning to love.  Which I wove with resurrected1's breathing light and love, to form a question about how we leave in the first place, and find our way home??  My own take being original innocense diminishes in grief as it resists force to become the resistance behind fear that I can choose to act out or recognize as blocking an originating force of love that would otherwise be ever expressed.

As a student of human darkness/grief I find that I acheive some really thrilling approximation of this by listening through my fear to hear others' grief, thereby releasing whatever love I can offer now.  In essense, as I get out of my own way, God/Spirit/Love takes over.  The personal gift is in identity with the others' blocking patterns that awakens increasing clarity of my own, perhaps, the gracious circle I've longed for since beginning life.

So, thanks for listening, and the opportunity to weave some thoughts together.

namaste, Pierre