Stop imagining your life to be a limited span of consciousness
bounded by birth and death.

Recognize it instead as a vibrant field of Awareness,
illuminating the Infinite Present, within which birth and death both arise and disappear.

Just remember that in the end,
your "spiritual journey" is simply a matter
of discovering there is no journey.
Every journey is just an imagined path

from Here to Here.

You always have been
and are right Now
right Here,
at Home.

Nothing is ever lost.

Everything simply changes form.

Remember this in the face of Life's ever-changing

circumstances.

Here’s some new stuff I did recently….all digital of course.

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Evolve

Comments welcome.

In his initial comments Tuesday, Obama was delivering a dissertation about McCain and President Bush when he used the lipstick aphorism — not Palin. In fact, his reference to the Alaska governor later on was a defense of her strong belief in religion.

Calling it “the latest made-up controversy by the John McCain campaign,” Obama responded to the Republicans’ charge that he was referring to Palin when he used the phrase “lipstick on a pig” at a campaign stop Tuesday.

The lipstick maxim is hardly new to either Obama or McCain. The Democrat has used it in the past, and McCain repeated the folksy metaphor when he criticized Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton on health care. McCain was never accused of being sexist when he uttered those words.

McCain released a new TV ad Wednesday that suggests an Obama link to what the Web site FactCheck.org called “completely false … misleading” attacks while failing to note that the source of the attacks were, according to the Web site, “Internet postings and mass e-mail messages,” not the Obama campaign

HERE is Baracks response on video.

She walks toward me with quick steps
seemingly self-assured.
I look at her, (gaze, stare actually),
her self, her being, her presence,
her sexuality and sheer femaleness
which suddenly shapes me, names me
when I allow it, permit a response
from the shadows, from the path
to the side, (the outside),
the other one, not me.

The center knows. Inside
where stars dwell.
Each one calling my name
relentlessly to listen,
to come home, to reclaim
my glory, my true being
my real name,

to give back to her what is hers
not mine. Here person, her self,
her life I tried to steal
a piece of.

there is much to see beyond the veil of our illusions

There seem to two kinds of searchers:
those who seek to make their ego something other than it is,
i.e. holy, happy, unselfish (as though you could make a fish unfish),
and those who understand that all such attempts are just gesticulation and play-acting,
that there is only one thing that can be done,
which is to disidentify themselves with the ego,
by realizing its unreality,
and by becoming aware of their eternal identity with pure being.

Fingers Pointing Toward the Moon
by Wei Wu Wei