Dog Poet Transmitting…….
Earlier I was standing by the bathroom window (no, I did not come in that way) as waves of gratitude poured over me and that has been happening over the last few weeks; right out of the blue, with nothing specific to generate it, just this combination of both love and gratitude… it’s simply ‘there’ and of course the gratitude that I am feeling generates more gratitude, it’s an infectious and contagious joy like an upwelling fountain, spilling over the lip of the bowl and running in a shimmer of light, as if it were back lit from some mysterious source. I know that this is an external projection of an internal condition with an identical shimmer, attended by music that is generated out of the shimmer and it makes me think of the beautiful interplay between sound and light and color. The colors are ever changing variants on festive emotions that burble to the surface, rising out of some internal kaleidoscope that the ineffable is using to remind me of the presence of the divine within. Every event in our lives, no matter how seemingly insignificant, is a special dealing of God with our souls.
A life time can go by and so many of us never inquire more deeply into that wonderful land which is our native and eternal home, behind the endless shifting of appearances. For those who take the trouble, which is no trouble at all, the opportunity to awaken our inner self is always on the cusp of the moment. The thrill of the possibility is like the keening of the wind, calling across time and space, as a reminder of our celestial origins. I am not interested in the Food Court. I am not interested in the world of gadgets and all the myriad of outfits I can mix and match, as one more ensemble, providing us with an identity for what the majority of us are unable to identify. We can’t really label or define it because that requires us to be apart from it. It is what it is and it speaks itself as itself, the same way the wind and the rain accomplish the same.
I don’t know what is causing this marvelous experience. It’s come and gone before but never has it returned again and again. There is this sensation of something large and invisible moving in the ethers. It is almost like that mysterious Niburu, which you are supposed to be able to see but no one has seen it as far as I know… this other is invisible but no less present. It is like some hidden planetary amalgam of music and good will. There is nothing materially solid about it. It is a collection of fluid associations where these associations take the shape of their expression. I see dancing musical notes. I see cartoon caricatures that are a kind of onomatopoeia; if you catch my implications here.
Posted on February 2, 2017 by Boulderdash