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Regarding reactions to Hope Hicks' testimony...

"Abandon Hope, all ye who enter her..."

Posted by The_jackalope | Wed Feb 28, 2018, 08:15 PM (0 replies)

Dear Mr. Manafort: May you live in interesting times...

...and come to the attention of important people.
Posted by The_jackalope | Fri Feb 23, 2018, 07:47 PM (4 replies)

Incubation

Incubation
by Bodhi Paul Chefurka

I have been waiting in this darkness for half an eternity.
Sealed in soil, protected by my thick hard coat I wait.

Deep within, sleepy whispers of infinite patience;
The time is not yet right, and you are safe. Just wait.
When the time is right, you will know. Just wait.
I slumber on, dreaming slow, ancient dreams of life.

Somewhere overhead there is a noise, a crackle.
An impossibly swift crescendo - the crackle surges to a roar.
The soil around me changes,
The deep, slow part of me feels the sign.
It is time.

My dark earth home grows warm, and, in an instant, hot.
Fingers of flame reach through the soil,
Scorch my hardened skin -
The burning touch of a lover who will not be denied.
Under the fiery seducer's caress
My hard skin cracks and peels.

The lustful roaring of the fire dies away.
Again I wait.

In time a new sensation quickens my dim senses.
Overhead, instead of burning, now it rains.
I suck the moisture in through cracks in my skin,
Swell a little,
And once more I wait.

Time passes, and the rain comes again.
Once more I follow the coded primal dance.
Again I grow,
And wait.

Then again,
And yet again.

I have outgrown my devastated skin,
Rough soil rasps new and tender flesh.
In the dark I struggle upward.

The impulse is deeper now.
The pattern in my body tells me how to struggle,
But a deeper herald tells me why:
I am Life. I Must.

Surging up,
I burst into a foreign land - a cacophony of light and sound.
Resting, I bend my head to the familiar earth,
Soak up the warming touch of this higher plane.

In the warmth I now can feel Her presence, close around me.
She is very near,
But I cannot see her,
Though I search with all my might.

Without warning, from behind She speaks:
"That's one of the clearest profiles I have seen yet.
Really lovely.
Please have a look at mine and tell me what you think."

No longer a seed, not yet a tree,
I draw myself up straight,
Take a deep breath,
Turn to face Her radiance.

Oh yes, really lovely.

I think I am going to enjoy being a tree.
Posted by The_jackalope | Fri Feb 23, 2018, 05:48 PM (2 replies)

Waves

I wrote this about five years ago. I touched it up today to bring it into line with the current state of my heart's affairs.

WAVES

I surf on tumbling waves
Of thought, feeling, sensation, awareness.
I know the chaos may settle soon,
But this tumult makes me feel so damned alive!

There used to be a part of me that was afraid of revealing myself.
"Be cool," it would warn me.
"Put on those fancy shades."
"Keep up the wall, and whatever you do,
Donít open the door beyond a crack."

WELL, FUCK THAT NOISE!

In this moment there is no room to be detached,
Removed, unaffected, ironic, objective, disengaged.

A fire has been unbanked inside me,
Your breath has fanned it back to life.
My spirit begs to dance in its heart.
I yearn to be purified in those flames
(Oh god, so much!)
To feel them melt away this crust of slag
And reveal the bright, hot, running metal underneath.

Your hour has come round at last.
Straighten up, rough beast!
Donít slouch!
Itís your birthday.

It looks like I have a bit of a Sufi heart. Who know?
Posted by The_jackalope | Sat Feb 17, 2018, 01:52 PM (0 replies)

The Voice in the Mirror

Truthseeker, heartspeaker, please come and take my hand.
Good.
Now take just one deep, slow breath.
Yes.
Now another. And one more.

I know you mean well, I know how earnest your desire.
You don't need to try so hard.
Relax, rest, let it flow.
Trust.
Trust me.
Trust your Self.
What you seek is right here.
Trust me.

Listen to the heart whose voice you long to speak.
What is it saying?
Can you breathe deeply and slowly enough to hear it?
Of course you can.
It's all right here.

Where is the truth you seek?
Yes, it's partly in your heart,
Bathed in the bright sunshine of your own nature.

But it's also hidden at the bottom of your Shame Locker.
It's way down there amongst the rot and grime.
Under mouldy layers of childhood crimes,
Bound tight by the roots of pride, prejudice and self-punishment.

You do know it's what makes you truly human, right?
Yes, you know it - you simply don't trust enough yet to believe it.
The truth you seek is in your whirling dance with Shame,

Lit from within by heartlight,
Made visible by compassion,
Made acceptable by surrender.

The whirling dance will stop. Trust me.
The first time you trust enough
To open the lid and let another look deep inside,
You will be redeemed.

Until then, rest.
It's been a long and busy day.
Posted by The_jackalope | Wed Jan 31, 2018, 08:01 PM (0 replies)

The Voice in the Mirror

Truthseeker, heartspeaker, please come and take my hand.
Good.
Now take just one deep, slow breath.
Yes.
Now another. And one more.

I know you mean well, I know how earnest your desire.
You don't need to try so hard.
Relax, rest, let it flow.
Trust.
Trust me.
Trust your Self.
What you seek is right here.
Trust me.

Listen to the heart whose voice you long to speak.
What is it saying?
Can you breathe deeply and slowly enough to hear it?
Of course you can.
It's all right here.

Where is the truth you seek?
Yes, it's partly in your heart,
Bathed in the bright sunshine of your own nature.

But it's also hidden at the bottom of your Shame Locker.
It's way down there amongst the rot and grime.
Under mouldy layers of childhood crimes,
Bound tight by the roots of pride, prejudice and self-punishment.

You do know it's what makes you truly human, right?
Yes, you know it - you simply don't trust enough yet to believe it.
The truth you seek is in your whirling dance with Shame,

Lit from within by heartlight,
Made visible by compassion,
Made acceptable by surrender.

The whirling dance will stop. Trust me.
The first time you trust enough
To open the lid and let another look deep inside,
You will be redeemed.

Until then, rest.
It's been a long and busy day.
Posted by The_jackalope | Wed Jan 31, 2018, 07:59 PM (1 replies)
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