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Boots on the Stair

(Or "Dr. Seuss Meets the Goddess" )
by Bodhi Paul Chefurka

I walk through the door, sit down on the stair,
Take off my boots and place them with care
Next to the wall; but I leave a small space,
If the heavens drop by they might fill it with grace.

I stare at that space with a smile in my eyes,
Take a long breath, and drop down inside
To the place of deep silence where a cool river flows,
Where wind whispers softly and greener grass grows;
Where the Goddess smiles at me and tells me She knows
How I feel.

Love takes me apart
And puts me back whole
It empties my mind
As it fills up my soul
With sorrow and joy
Stirred up in a swirl,
The human elixir we drink in the world.

I open my eyes and see that the space
By my boots next the wall is flowing with grace.
And it's just the right size for your shoes.
Posted by The_jackalope | Mon Mar 5, 2018, 12:27 PM (1 replies)

Regarding reactions to Hope Hicks' testimony...

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

Posted by The_jackalope | Wed Feb 28, 2018, 09:15 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, 08:47 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, 06:48 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,
Don’t 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!
Don’t slouch!
It’s your birthday.

It looks like I have a bit of a Sufi heart. Who know?
Posted by The_jackalope | Sat Feb 17, 2018, 02:52 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, 09:01 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, 08:59 PM (1 replies)

Street photography: Crosswalker



I took this on a lunchtime walkabout, the summer before last in Ottawa.

The crosswalk is under about four grey inches of ice and slush right now. The dreams lie buried, but they will rise again!
Posted by The_jackalope | Mon Jan 29, 2018, 02:38 PM (4 replies)

Mueller got Gates to roll by going after his wife

Same prosecutor (Weissmann), same MO he used with with Enron's Fastow

Rick Gates, once the man ‘in the corner,’ is now a central figure in Mueller investigation

Among friends in Richmond, Gates’s frequent overseas travel and ties to Russian oligarchs have long been the topics of good-natured jokes, according to people who know him. But his new high-profile role as a target of special counsel Robert S. Mueller III has revealed startling details about his life.

While Gates listed $2.2 million in assets in 2011, he filed a 2016 credit application saying he had a liquid net worth of $25 million and that his wife was worth $30 million, according to a filing by prosecutors. Gates controlled as many as 30 bank accounts in the past six months, including several in Cyprus in which he held more than $10 million, according to court documents. In August, his wife transferred more than $1 million to a joint brokerage account, the filings said.

“That just blew my mind, I couldn’t believe it,” said one of Gates’s associates, who requested anonymity to describe personal interactions with the consultant. The associate, like others who know him, had thought Gates “lived modestly.”

Boom.
Posted by The_jackalope | Wed Jan 24, 2018, 12:10 AM (8 replies)

CNN: Gates may be negotiating with Mueller

Exclusive: New signs Gates may be negotiating with Mueller's team

Former Trump campaign aide Rick Gates has quietly added a prominent white-collar attorney, Tom Green, to his defense team, signaling that Gates' approach to his not-guilty plea could be changing behind the scenes.

Green, a well-known Washington defense lawyer, was seen at special counsel Robert Mueller's office twice last week. CNN is told by a source familiar with the matter that Green has joined Gates' team.

Green isn't listed in the court record as a lawyer in the case and works for a large law firm separate from Gates' primary lawyers.

Green's involvement suggests that there is an ongoing negotiation between the defendant's team and the prosecutors. At this stage, with Gates' charges filed and bail set, talks could concern the charges and Gates' plea. The defense and prosecution are currently working together on discovery of evidence.

The rats are all trying to grab the last deck chair as the Trumptanic continues to take on water.
Posted by The_jackalope | Tue Jan 23, 2018, 11:11 PM (2 replies)
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