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We Come To

I had fallen from the skies but refused to land,
I was lodged in the green canopy of wilderness you see,
I had dropped through the patterned grains of a dreaming tree,
Just following the passage of water, drifted down
Murky rivers, drawing me out of the jungle,
The salt in my blood and tears craved the ocean.

I was 121 species of ants and unfathomable
Species of nocturnal butterflies. I was the crocodiles eyes
Slipping just beneath the surface.
I awoke in a hut.

I realise that nature fears me and rightly so,
I am rarely consumed by her.
But I can’t get in line either, can’t wolf down,
Can’t call for Mother when she seems feint.
It’s as if our hands were not living and our hearts
Never beat and we cared too little to look up
Or kick out and scream.

To another’s snake-like dream tryst I’m wed,
Eyes closed and grooving, feeling the forgotten acoustics
Of exploding histories, a poke square in the instincts.

Sometimes it’s easier that way
Y’know. To bubble.

The Amazon is a gateway, each tree a message, the birds,
Our punctuation to assimilate with natures rhythm section.
The howler howls,
The shaman’s feather drums,
The ether,
We raise our sail.

But what is illusion?
To avoid the banquet of vine soul humming, not to
Stifle the fire flies of pent up mayhem, flickering; I reach down in, then out,
Chest expands, deflates, unassisted.
“Is this my heart?”
Each time my vessel is emptied, it refills with purer moonshine.

A human sacrifice. Experience, just vibration.
Crude ripples escaping without source, rhyme nor reason.
Without destination, meaning or hooks,
But maybe a melody or a jam,
Maybe the sound of a distant flute echoing within
A beat drunkards haiku.

Why not now?
Rip our hearts out, the black eyed priest
With fangs and deformed jaguar thumbs.
Life has always been the greatest offering
Beneath the blinking star maps.
Why not now?

But who lives the game? We are all gamblers in
Tormented ignorance of the stakes.
There is death beneath our life and only nothing to win.
No risks. No dealer.

Warm blood, airbags, radiohead.
Small huts and feathers shed, blown sour smoke,
Naked games in the steaming hysteria of polyphonic insect symphony.
The pinnacle of beauty, our forms, the depravity of our being.

We must hum together to cleanse this space.
We must hold hands to form new beings, new shapes.
We must take our clothes off
And pray for heightened states of gibberish, feel our way through
The shifting symbols of language and flesh,
Melt these villages with the power of volcanic insight
And mist.
Then, with the white hot ash, cauterize our wounds.
The destroyed, freed by the destroyer,
As we dance in circles, holding hands,
To the tune of silent laughter.

The sweat is pouring down my wax mask.
The river is bursting it’s banks and tears flow across
The horizon.
I look down to my nails, have I clawed at the red earth?
Everything is gossamer pulsation and nothing is missed.
The poison arrow frogs come in slick numbers,
Reality so densely humid, we are breathing in brackish fluid
With lungs the texture of plastic shopping bags.

On palm stilts, above the murky wash and tumble,
A height where we believe we are safe. But for how long?
And what’s the cost? And who’s counting?
Our foundations seem to fade,
“We don’t even know you!”
Then something and twists, down near the heart
And into the wash we scatter jacks.

Before dawn, we come to.
The plants blew mystic clouds into the
Conch shell and we heard her quietly weeping.
Then a voice from the back row booming; “It’s Tuesday.”

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Loving through the winter

Birds playing with the cherry tree
Loving through the winter
In the cold slate northern skies.

Never felt the magic of the sea
Wash over me
From our nest up on tiger hill,
Where sweet storms settle and rage
Churning the pure airs still.

Wandering through the grace of life
With the crooked eyes of a child,
Born to grow distant
From the fireside glow of love
And the joy of blood warm wines.

Will love grow out of painful truth?
Will love come from where?

Turning in and back to face the
Glorious nought,
The chord from which we leapt
As wavering, tentative cloud
Craving something like desire.

The soft flute of seasons bring the gift
Of a symphonic terrain
And pulsing veins stand proud;
A breathless dance lingers in the heart
Of the routine and still grey.

Yet as night time crawls inward,
From the orange moon we are drawn out as
Innocent poison.

Slipping, as our pale shadows are eclipsed
By a greater darkness,
Returning what was to a deep blue reflection
And distant murmurs in stillness
We sense but never gather.

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A never ending string of pearls – Carlos Castaneda

Loving this world, seeing the beauty in everything.
Appreciating every moment as a beautiful, wholly contained,
pearl of eternal nature, this is the world to me.

A never ending string of pearls…. every moment is in and of it’s self a life time,
and when we have affection and let ourselves experience life without expectation…
that is when the majesty of the world opens her petals to us…
And welcomes us home.

~ Carlos Castaneda

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Sanctuary Of Petals

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The female will only mate

Within the flower,

A sanctuary of petals and pollen.

All things grow from the bud,

Butterflies fill the skies.

The world becomes natural again,

A mirage of sapphire and flames.

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Live in my heart (sweet nectar)

High above Spiti Valley, India

Is that your lyre of love?

I hear carried on the breeze,

Or just the crashing of tin spoons

Played by a drunken fool?

Your sweet wine of inspiration flows freely,

Sustaining me, freeing me.

All torment and shackles lie at my feet,

I’m almost too afraid

To step out of the mould.

Your wisdom

Gilded in the golden armour

Of your grace and love,

Forever feed me,

My dear, dear Mother one.

Retreating to the hills

Where sages sit in caves

To express their joy,

I have seen you here,

There and everywhere;

In the tangled forests

In the eyes of the crippled ascetic

In the stillness of the tree yogis

In his matted hair

In the wonder of a child’s laughter

In the waking of spring flowers

In the ever flowing stream

In the beating of my heart,

I see you in all of these things

And more.

What a release!

To finally realise

That wings grow strong with life

We may soar through sorrow,

We can learn to fly.

My heart lies open

Like a forgotten doorway,

So clean your dirty boots

Of fear and pain

And take one step forward,

Be near me again.

Under guard of the many petalled lotus,

The refuge of one heart,

No ripples you find,

Say ‘Yes!’

And in each other

We will shine.

Let’s pick the highest fruits

And share the light of life,

Let’s sing to the wind

Our victory grows ever nearer,

The sweetest nectar.

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Images of beautiful earth from space

Every time I look out the window and see our beautiful planet, my soul sings! I see blue skies, white clouds and bright blessed day.”  
NASA astronaut Douglas Wheelock who is currently aboard the International Space Station shares pictures of the Earth he snaps with the world through Twitter.
Known to his nearly 68,000 Twitter followers as Astro_Wheels, Wheelock has been posting impressive photos of the Earth and some of his thoughts ever since he moved into the space station in June, five months after it got Internet access. 
What a beautiful rock we live on.


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Greek islands on a clear night during our flight over Europe .. Athens shine brightly along the Mediterranean Sea .

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” Mystery Island ” – located in the Indian Ocean close to Madagascar .. Interesting features on the island and the unusual shape should be enough to help you discover this beautiful place.

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Northern lights in the distance in one of the finest nights over Europe … The photo clearly shows the Strait of Dover. Paris is dazzling with the city lights.
A little fog over the western part of England , particularly over London ..

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The moon is breathtaking.


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Of all the places of our beautiful planet few can rival the beauty and richness of colors in the Bahamas .. In this photo, our ship is seen against the backdrop
of the Bahamas.

 
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At a speed of 28,163 kilometres per hour (8 kilometres per second), we rotate the Earth’s orbit, making one revolution every 90 minutes, and watch sunsets
and sunrises every 45 minutes. So half of our journey is in darkness. For the work we use lights on our helmets.

 
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Every time I look out the window and see our beautiful planet, my soul sings! I see blue skies, white clouds and bright blessed day.

 
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Another spectacular sunset. We see 16 such sunsets
each day, and each of them is really valuable.


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Beautiful atoll in the Pacific Ocean , photographed using 400mm lens. Approximately 1930 km south of Honolulu ….

 
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Perfect reflection of sun over the island of Cyprus.


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Above the centre of the Atlantic Ocean , before another stunning sunset. Downstairs in the setting sun visible spiral Hurricane Earl.


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A little farther east, we saw the sacred monolith Uluru, also known as Ayers Rock. I have never had the opportunity to visit Australia , but someday I hope
that I will stand by this miracle of nature.


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Morning over the Andes in South America . I do not know for sure the title of this peak, but was simply amazed by her magic, stretching to the sun and
wind tops.


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Over the Sahara desert, approaching the ancient lands and thousand-year history. River Nile flows through Egypt by the Pyramids of Giza near Cairo ..
Further, the Red Sea, Sinai Peninsula, Dead Sea , Jordan River, as well as the island of Cyprus in the Mediterranean Sea and Greece on the horizon.


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Night view of the River Nile, stretching like a snake through Egypt to the Mediterranean, and Cairo, located in the Delta. Far away in this picture, one
can see the Mediterranean Sea …


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Our unmanned ‘Progress 39P’ approaches the ISS for refuelling. It is full of food, fuel, spare parts and all necessities for our station. Inside was a real gift –
fresh fruit and vegetables. What a miracle after three months of food from a tube!


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I wanted to share with you this view from the Dome.  We said goodbye to the members of our group Sasha, Misha and Tracy this weekend, and they returned
safely back to Earth. In this photo, Tracy quietly dreams of returning home.


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Module Union 23C Olympus docked with the ISS .  When our work ends here, we go back home to Earth. We fly over the snow-capped peaks of the
Caucasus . The rising sun is reflected from the Caspian Sea.

 
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The flash of colour, movement and life on the canvas of our amazing world. This is part of the Great Barrier Reef off the east coast of Australia , photographed through the lens of 1200 mm.


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All the beauty of Italy , a clear winter night. You can see many beautiful islands that adorn the coast – Capri , Sicily and Malta . Naples and
Mount Vesuvius are allocated along the coast. 


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At the southern end of South America lies the pearl of Patagonia …. The amazing beauty of rugged mountains, massive glaciers, fjords and seas
combined in perfect harmony.


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“Dome” on the side of nadir station gives a panoramic view of our beautiful planet. Fedor made the picture from the window of the Russian docking compartment.  In this photo I’m sitting in the dome, preparing the
camera for our evening flight over Hurricane Earl.


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Florida and southeastern U.S. in the evening. A clear autumn evening, the moonlight over the water and sky, dotted with millions of stars.

 
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Clear starry night over the eastern Mediterranean .. The ancient land with a thousand years of history stretching from Athens to Cairo . Historical land of
fabulous and alluring island … Athens – Crete – Rhodes – Izmir – Ankara – Cyprus – Damascus – Beirut – Haifa – Amman – Tel Aviv – Jerusalem –
Cairo – all of them turned into tiny lights in this cool November night. 
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In this time of year you can enjoy the beauty of the polar mesospheric clouds. With our high-angle illumination, we were able to capture a thin layer
of noctilucent clouds at sunset.


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Astronaut Douglas Wheelock

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The Pink Theatre

Pink sunset, Camiguin Island, Philippines

Burnt down

To pastoral pinks,

The golden summer

Sun is setting

Over the wild

dry grasses

of home.

Hold on;

Stars are dying,

Seeds lifting,

On wings

We dance

Through a thick haze

Of crooked kernels

and stoops.

Illumine,

Sunlight through leaves

Light

The theatre of

Green,

Green magic spread thickly

Over all things.

Ever so

The contours of mind merge

With textures of land

and rock,

Mountain tops

And white waterfalls;

The landscapes of the soul

Stretch out to meet the horizon;

As I watch

The silver insects,

And trace,

And breathe,

Past the whispers of love

And an endless dreamers daze.

Chaos calls the shots

On whirls life is riding

Carousels

That shimmer and spin

Upon timeless wonderment.

And the colour is pink

Like thunder,

Is that God

Waking up?

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