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Ta eis heauton
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Thursday, December 16, 2010
In the Spotlight
Heard while falling asleep: Lucifer is the false light (that everyone worships, the worldy ambience and fashions, the company and celebrity. So it they don't see you, then all is well.)
I can't put a spotlight on him; it's not allowed, somehow, inspite of all his brilliance, the outgoing light is deflected from him and I see nothing I can worship. And we are saved from false idols.
I can't put a spotlight on him; it's not allowed, somehow, inspite of all his brilliance, the outgoing light is deflected from him and I see nothing I can worship. And we are saved from false idols.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
refraction
It is amazing, over the course of 24 hours, how an action's implications can change colors and aspects, from gloomy to bright, as if you were turning a crystal in front of a light source. How the mood can change from one of expected resentment to one of openness and accord, from guilt to innocence.
Lustration
Taking refuge from the rigidity of conclusion in the fluidity of the now. Sacrificing the idol (the model) on the altar of the infinite, dissolving the weary in the ultimate freshness.
Friday, December 10, 2010
for the emptiness
O spark of God, light up.
Be warmed by your own light,
Be fluid with your own spirit,
Be saturated with brine of your own life.
Stretched across the moment,
who comes through the needle of now?
Be warmed by your own light,
Be fluid with your own spirit,
Be saturated with brine of your own life.
Stretched across the moment,
who comes through the needle of now?
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