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....yes, of course it can be done, and it could in fact be no other way. The blossoming of the flower knows no particular time frame. As the process begins, it becomes timeless, enduring the constraints of no particular destination, worrying not about the awkwardness inherent in the journey toward *becoming*, the blossom simply is, and it is indeed quite elementary, for simplicity is at the heart of even the most mind-bending complexities. All things emerge into being with the simple shout of "I am!" Though the shout is simple, it is powerful, and it commands instant respect and cooperation from all that it encounters, for the shout of "I am" is a familiar one that tugs at the heartstrings of all who have ears to hear it's warm and familiar resonance. Every attempt at self definition meets the inevitable barrier of asking why, or supposing that it just can't be done, it's too big a task, it all happens too fast, and it's constantly changing. The perspective that is chosen to tell the tale will never be able to capture, in the moment, the intention of the bigger picture, the divine plan that paints upon the canvas of perspective with the light of eternity, the light of differentiation within the oneness of the expanding present.
It's like Jackson Pollack, applying the paint to the canvas with no conscious intent but to *create*, trusting in the process, the process of the divination of the purity of his creative act. Even when an artist of true genius is touched to embark upon the creative highway with a very specific end in sight, she is open to the liklihood that the winds of nowness will blow pell mell upon her original intentions and spray them a little here, a little there, so that she herself can, in the end, marvel at the cooperative effort that her final product has become. The artist is moved beyond description by the higher processes of pure creation, so there should be no problem in reconnecting your nowness with the future, which is just the informed present, after all.
Purity of intention is the pathway to the Secret, and Mr. Pollack knew that there was, in the past, a Guardian of the Secret, and the Guardian took many guises, projected many personas, and served it's purpose for a time. But that time is past, and the Guardian is no more, because in the light of day the shadows that we guard things from are dissolved, they exist no more, and the eternal present is a place bathed in perpetual light, or truth, if you will. The Guardian of the Secret was only us, we ourselves, playing the games that we came to play but, like they sometimes do, playtime got too serious and seemed like reality for a time. That was the secret, that it was all just a game, an eloquent, complex, educational but deceptive game that need not be guarded any longer, for there is no longer any secret to guard.
The blossom bathes in the light, indeed, the blossom helps to define the light, it is an expression of the light that informs all things, but you know that, you only need to remember, you and me, we are great rememberers, like the elephants we never forget and as the memories come back to flood our collective and individual consciousness with the realization that we are in fact the light that dissolves the shadows, automatically and organically, we realize ourselves as roses in bloom, circumventing definition, doubt, and hesitiation. The replacement for the haze that we leave behind is love, loving freedom to know all that is known, to experience all that there is, to grow, to expand exponentially in each moment, to create and to express our nowness with the primal shout of "I am," resonant throughout the cosmic ethers are these multitudinous shouts erasing history and informing the present that the future is here at last, come back to reconnect the essence of eternal oneness to the unbroken chain, a familiar refrain, familial, heart warming, inspiring, beautiful--"I am!"
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"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"
"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis
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aight, here's the reason, u real with yours, i am once i bring my guard down, we both stupid as hell, we both got our talents, want a lot of the same things, like a lot of the same things, we both
