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Our Story
In physicality we are blips across the computer screens hundreds if not thousands of miles away. Yet we can sense one another's presence as if our own.
Here, we are words, reacting to words we have understood in our own particular world of words. The deciding factor in our experience of each other is how we choose to react to another's presence, to another's words. It is never a choice until we have opened our minds and hearts to the light-essence that is the life-breath itself. In all its glory, misery, ecstasy and horror, its absolute duality.
What reality have we given another through our own processing of words that we have come to beLIEve as the ultimate truth?
Life is a multi-sensory, multi-dimensional experience for the sheer joy of it--our being. A gift from the universe to recreate in our own image.
What image do we create of ourselves, of the *other*. Answer this and *you* will have answered your own *raison d'être*.
The I that is We is always and only creating that which never can be destroyed. The I that recreates the separation nascent of space, time, sex, understanding, intelligence and experience will always seek its own level, we are, after all, rivers of thought flowing into one another.
Yet there is always a light in any darkness... that is to return to the wholeness which is spirituality.... the ever-present joy of being alive, sharing this joy with all, with whom chance, circumstance and divine design has placed on our paths.
We are who we are because we are, why should it be any different? How could it be so, how could it be any other way? That it is so IS the only thing we truly possess and truly *own*.
What shall we create today? How shall I attend to this universe that is *mine* alone?
Let's write some damned good poetry from the Neopoet's Soul!
Blessings.
~Anna
Here, we are words, reacting to words we have understood in our own particular world of words. The deciding factor in our experience of each other is how we choose to react to another's presence, to another's words. It is never a choice until we have opened our minds and hearts to the light-essence that is the life-breath itself. In all its glory, misery, ecstasy and horror, its absolute duality.
What reality have we given another through our own processing of words that we have come to beLIEve as the ultimate truth?
Life is a multi-sensory, multi-dimensional experience for the sheer joy of it--our being. A gift from the universe to recreate in our own image.
What image do we create of ourselves, of the *other*. Answer this and *you* will have answered your own *raison d'être*.
The I that is We is always and only creating that which never can be destroyed. The I that recreates the separation nascent of space, time, sex, understanding, intelligence and experience will always seek its own level, we are, after all, rivers of thought flowing into one another.
Yet there is always a light in any darkness... that is to return to the wholeness which is spirituality.... the ever-present joy of being alive, sharing this joy with all, with whom chance, circumstance and divine design has placed on our paths.
We are who we are because we are, why should it be any different? How could it be so, how could it be any other way? That it is so IS the only thing we truly possess and truly *own*.
What shall we create today? How shall I attend to this universe that is *mine* alone?
Let's write some damned good poetry from the Neopoet's Soul!
Blessings.
~Anna