Musings on a Wednesday

Musings on a Wednesday morning

For F, and K, and V, and N, and L  and B and J  and T and P and others

… you all know who you are…

Sing, Muse

That’s how the epic starts

And with a conversation between Athena and her father Zeus

That’s in the story, though not in the movie

IT flows, you see, and we’ve all felt that, but

How does IT flow?

How has IT flown? And

When and where will IT fly?

IT’s not passive, you see, IT

Traces lines. Lines that cross time and worlds. Are they lines of

Consciousness? Is that the only cause, or

Lines of Love… Is that the only cause?

Yes! Yes! And absolutely Yes, with

Ourselves always the limiting factor, except

When we learn and venture to live without limits to

Fly with the Flow, to align with IT

And IT cares not for

Form, you see. I read once that

The only difference between us and IT is our

Attachment to form. Do you see?

Form makes a king or a cat or a piano look like

A royal, a feline, or an instrument, but

Are they? Are they that? Since consciousness ensouls all, and ITS lines run

Where they will and where they meet least resistance

The lines of consciousness (or love, for they are the same lines), run

Across worlds and across times, they run

Where they will and where they want and need to run, and they run

Where we let them run, where we do not close them off

Because the only difference between us and GOD is

Our attachment to form, so you see we are always the

Limiting factor in the continuing unfoldment of

GOD’s creation

Lines of Love, lines of consciousness connect me with

You and my cats, maybe with David Rockefeller’s piano, so effectively

With him too. (Wherever he may be in the Mind of God). If I resist, IT must find another way

One day, within ITS will, IT needed a great wooden horse, so

IT dreamt again and it dreamt again and

The fellow who aligned with the Goddess of Wisdom

(And I know who that is this time, but I’m not telling—

It would be too much of a bother for Her if everyone knew)

That inspired, wise fellow caught GOD’s dream, he

Remembered the dream, and he showed them how to make

A horse. Oh yes, he got off track. We all do, OR

Are we always ON TRACK, right where we need to be…

According to the FORMLESS laws of Love and Consciousness?

Following ITS FORMLESS, all knowing, eternally changing, growing ways?

For IT is the TOTALITY of All Awareness, and

GOD dreamed again, and GOD dreamed again, and GOD dreamed again

And you and I and cats and pianos are all in the Creator’s dreams

Will we wake up in this dream? That is the question…

Not quite what was asked in Hamlet, but then

IT has flown onward since then, onward, and outward, inward, backward, and forward

So you see, by the way when you marry you must have as many ceremonies as

It takes for me to officiate at one of them so that I may place

My thumb on your pulsing forehead, touch the precious case

That holds the jewel (cuz you know there’s only one plot structure)

The jewel that allows you and me to pass Consciousness and Love to

The world, like a high voltage tower,

Distributing the current to cities and Houses and

Cats and pianos

IT flows Leeward and Windward, and I fly with Athena, so

If she visits my dream and says build a horse, I will build that horse

To do otherwise would be a foolish waste, would be to

Deny my consciousness, would be to

Spit in the face of GOD ITSELF

Do you see?