PHOSPHORIMENTAL

Collective totality, whether tiers of Gaia or far beyond, can in one way, be thought of as disconnected parts…yet there is something greater in their integrated whole; a “whole of whole’s” perhaps.

Consciousness, which is dimensionless, weightless, and timeless, nearly wraps itself around these transcendental notions. And awkwardly wading through our consciousness, we are able to communicate in the measurable realm of human expression. But it is fascinating how we ironically wander into conceptions of the immeasurable, running headlong into the blackness of our own inexpressibility. Creativity has limits, creative genius pushes those limits, but collective creation breaks through. All objects are ultimately in animation, whether carbon based, silica, or some other un-humanly-discoverable element. So it is best to be a force in the state of motion, than an object that can simply be moved.

As the sun, I may be able to move the ocean in one direction, as the moon, you may be able to move the ocean in another opposing direction…but as one connected and choreographed singular unit – we are the tides that ebb and flow all over the earth, that brings wind when sails are slack, light when it is night, warmth when it is cold, repose for dawn as the day turns to dusk, and rebirth for the dusk as night turns to morning.

tis nothing if not heard

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Some speak from the fathomless depths of their soul, others from the shallows, remarkably scant in substance. Both voices carry a resonance – what sound is it you hear coming from others? It is interesting that not only do we speak the voice of our true character, we listen with the very same source of authenticity. The greatness around us, when truly understood creates a harmonic within us…it would stand to reason, that if we listen in such a way as to create harmony within ourselves, then our voices would resonate with that harmonic. The world around us, as we perceive it, is but a mirror of ourselves. Once when asked by someone, “did you hear what I said?” I replied, “no, I was too busy listening to what I heard.”

tis nothing if not heard

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