Seeing now

FinsburyParkCarrots

The blind corpuscles see, what's more they speak, dodgem-driving meridian lines and alleyways of feeling, joyriding the strictures of stiffness, loosening up the heart's around-body superhighway. Joy! Joy! Joy! Cuticles don't feel like dead cells, as pulsing fingers type fast on the keys to explain the process of here, the process of now. The process of HER!!! The being of Her. Her heart. Her eyes.:)

"I've just seen a face. I can't forget
The time or place where we first met.
She's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see.....".

I don't care, I don't care. I'll dance. I will, I will dance, yes!

savannah66

dance, dear, dance!:) feel. be wholly alive

you made me think of ee cummings:

"since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
---the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis"

ee cummings

FinsburyParkCarrots

More! Encomium more!

Felicity

i love it

FinsburyParkCarrots

And I had seen her face
Before all this was a spinning ball shot from the sun
to dance its way ten million years or so.

And I shall see her face again
After the last waves hurl up their secrets,
After the earth sets free its fire
and after the sky decides to die.

FinsburyParkCarrots

dyao, your PM box needs emptying again! lol

dyaogirl

HIS pulsating fingers erect beauty from within her.

With BLIND faith HE journeyed, lead by his heart, to the far reaches of the universe where time begins and ends, flying through pulsating novas, and soaring past expanding galaxies. At the end of his passage HE finds the grail and the grail is beauty, and the grail is love. His useless eyes cannot see, yet his heart recognizes the magnificence and with unbridled joy HE triumphantly proclaims its prize. With purity and strength HE is bequeathed the cup and claims it’s glory for her without hesitation.

HE brings the cup to her. The cup from which eternity exists; where beauty is formed, the cup from which she now clasps to her breast and slowly takes a drink........
……..And as she drinks, eyes ARE opened; timeless gorgeousness and endless love flow through her, coursing through blood, changing heart rhythms, restructuring DNA as it elevates her to new heights of passions and knowing.

She awakens, trembling, to the Dance of HIS Honor and with tears of joy, gratitude, and love streaming down her face she dances and dances and….

.....she dances like she has never danced before.

FinsburyParkCarrots

And our dear Cassiopeia is still benignant
in our sky, reflecting in our deep red wine!

FinsburyParkCarrots

A bump up the thread for cassia!

cassia

signifying everything out in the astral meanderings of white dwarves and blue giants and new planets forming....
yes yes yes and it is so much BIGGER
and sometimes we just rest and things are Brighter swirlier still everchanging Heraclitus heartbeats of joy! Dancing! radical hungers of pure life...
to dream lucidly, clearly in COLORS and hoping is manisfesting and if we only breathe together
we can SEE it
feel it touch it taste bejewelled and bedazzled~Bliss Weaver spins her song on alto cumulus (look up) the sky cool pale blue invisible kaleidoscope songs that tickle your rib cage!
ReJoice for love comes swirling on the underleaves of clouds.
Science, scia, cloud....
isn't it funny, how clouds
define the Sky?

LOVERAINSSUPREME

FinsburyParkCarrots

YIPPIDEE!!!

I know about those beautiful cumulusususes, cassia.....

cassia

for a precise view of how i receive bliss weaves....

stroll down to Irisierende Wolken, and blow-up image....

http://www.above-horizon.de/wolken/

FinsburyParkCarrots

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


satchitananda! satchitanananda! Through my eyes!
That's one beautiful revelation....who weaves that bliss for us, I wonder?

cassia

weaving diffuse patterns of light through jewel-faced diadems of wonder, ahhhhhhhhhh

the diamondy anklets of Ra,
as he promenades
o'er the creamy fleeced echoes of
aqueous space




and pearl soaked kisses of the mermaids, singing
each to each (and mermen, too!)

FinsburyParkCarrots

Originally posted by cassia
diadem

I love that word.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Hey Yella my dear....it's gone very ghostly again!

Got any poems to share?