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 29 Jul 2002 @ 02:27
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The Aztec calendar
measures the Movement of our planets,
marking the times of conjunction and opposition.
Within the veil of visible nature,
The world of animal, plant, skull, and the rain,
Is the interior source of life, our heart.
At the summit of the pyramid Aztec
Is division of the light
Of our heart
into fire and water.
The apex of the pyramid Egypt is crystal.
On the plane of the Earth between water and sky,
This body is made of water and air, fire and dirt.
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The Aztec calendar speaks
through a carved stone face
of cycles of Time on Our Sphere,
and of cycles of regularity
in the Movements
of our solar system.
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 27 Jul 2002 @ 22:37
note: This 59 page sequence of poetic fragments
is partitioned into four sections.
Now begins the second.
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Look through Horizon through the Rock,
Through the carved stone face
Which looks in one direction only.
This is the earliest form of the mirror,
The mask.
Wisdom smiles upon We who favor Her.
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 26 Jul 2002 @ 23:55
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A cultural heritage is one path of meeting.
Speak with one Voice.
The Ocean and the Desert
entwine We who Listen,
The cells of our Sphere who we are
Dressed in Black, Brown, Red,
Yellow, and White.
Having crossed oceans and deserts
And met in many places,
The path of Our meeting
Shall continue to be
through Speech with True Voice.
Across the Sea of Darkness to the New Day,
Through quiet gray,
through light to dawn,
Time is a memory,
The infinite imagination,
the dream,
And the dream returns to the Source.
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 25 Jul 2002 @ 23:48
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By candlelight in the village,
after Rain,
Puddles are sprinkled with mist,
Which follows the deluge.
Half a moon's light
dances through rings and bubbles,
A mosaic of hexagons with wavicle sides.
Storm is rolling quietly now.
Soon oasis shakes the water from Her back
Into the Light of Dawn.
There is a largest village in each Oasis.
This is the node of expectation.
Through dome, pyramid, or cycle,
Where is each Oasis going?
One oasis is going through Cuniform.
Another oasis is going through Newsprint.
The Neolithic metallurgical society
Has chipped the rock and found the atom.
Our Village is the steppingstone
From city to city
Through time on Blue.
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 24 Jul 2002 @ 21:39
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Watch water from the mouth of the cave
And paint a picture on the wall.
There is a sea of water and a sea of sand.
The desert of sand is above sea level.
Two continental deserts
turn through RoseViolet Dawn
on planet Blue.
TETHYS, the Aegean Mother of the Ocean,
Names the great Desert which homes three Oases:
One south of the Sahara, . . . . . . . . . . . . Africa.
One north of the Mediterranean, . . . . . . Europa.
One East of the Levant, . . . . . . . . . . . . . Asia.
The Sea Herself surrounds
The continental desert TETHYS,
And across the Sea from TETHYS
Is continental desert OLLIN,
Named by the Aztec word for Movement-Earthquake.
The Western side of OLLIN
is mountain-chain from North to South.
The Eastern side embraces two great river valleys,
Amazon and Mississippi,
between which are
the Carribean Bay, and the Isthmus of Tikal.
OLLIN is an Oasis
In the Sea surrounding TETHYS.
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 23 Jul 2002 @ 23:03
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We have seen Blue
for the First time from the Outside.
Now
We Listen in Order,
and speak of the steppingstone
between
the Myth of Origin
and the story
of the Star in one Heart.
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The City grows from the hearth.
Time is measured in color.
There are three.
Black.
Transition.
Blue.
Lake through the top is the Dome of Blue.
The City is a picture drawn ten thousand years ago.
The picture in sand waits for this evening's tide.
Time is the curl and wash. Sandgrains shuffle.
Sun's ray glints off the surface of the boulder,
Phasing as she journeys
Across the surface of the Dome,
Blue.
The castle is sand,
and rises and falls
as Rain speaks.
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 22 Jul 2002 @ 19:35
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Wind of Earth spinning carries atoms of wetness
Through the Circle of RoseViolet Dawn.
From the shoreline,
Look over the rim of the Lake, Heart's cup.
From the shoreline of the continental shelves,
Enclosing the pool filled with dewdrops
made by the volcanic core,
Look through Dawn over the Horizon.
The chemistry of this planet is operating at
A particular level of Ultra-Violet input.
The Lace is thin, and if torn, not to be mended.
The scar to both Mother and Self
Will be in the nucleus of the cell.
Within the bonds of division and dream,
The variation will be free to love.
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