appartengo ad un popolo di organismi viventi che gestiscono il pensiero della divina intelligenza


to be... to believe...

used to hold my head up to look at the height of time and people who walked before i was... deciphering language without thinking of origins, motivated to blend the colors of all these sights and sounds, associations and meanings filtering thru an unconscious dream in which i was born, tiny, growing, wondering, learning parts of the story, in circles, and delighting in the possibility that All could be known... used to think of who i am and why these shapes are how they are, a body and this face, this character code, these traits and dreams... assembling the meaning from the remnants and mysteries and folklore and fantasy of times, places, and people, imagined back to life, imagined integration, touch and taste and moments inside this forever... practicing constantly, this virtual travel... building a database of references, relatives, links and curiousity... preparing to adventure, thru ALL of these visions, as a serious scholar of meta-moments and infinity...

in the assembly of myself i saw a feminine figure with warm rounded features, olive complexion, dark eyes and dark hair, and small slender hands... tracing the shapes of my mother and father, as a template for more mystery, at how it truly Is... diving into this gene pool and searching for resonants, and finding them all in the story that surrounds me... learning from the reflections, the inflections, the connections, the directions, the predilections... constructing a being that could perform the story, set the stage, know the lines, and delight in the doing of each sequential act...

i saw my hair tied up in a kerchief, the wind on warm shoulders, with a basket by my side, humming spontaneous melodies to creatures and plants and air and all, thru gardens and forests, for wood, for food, to stay warm, to stay strong... i saw hands making bread, in a rhythm of millennia, kneading the symbol, the staff of life, in the heat, with the scent of devotion rising in the air... not devotion to tradition, but to this perpetual moment, of providing, of service, of connections thru time and forever... these daily gifts of renewal... to refine these arts of living to new levels, for the love of it... to prepare the food with a smile, singing for its blessing... to clean the space, to wash and sew, to fix what is broken to have wisdom, to know... to take care of little ones, to know birth, to be versed with this process, of life's longing for itself... to plant seeds, to grow, to speak with plants and creatures of all kinds, to know these spirits well and to learn from all they have to share...

to be learned in the ways of this world, intelligent and open, able to bridge the gaps by listening, by knowing how to translate the essence of our oneness into any language, into any words, into anything that reveals the truth of it... to be on the very edge of evolution, with the wisdom of forever to allow this perfect balance, hanging there without fear or doubt, ready to jump at any moment, knowing i'll just fly... all that unifies to form this vision of style, grace, rhythm, and love, all the dreams and striving thru that first quarter century... all of it came back to me, revealing what discipline, devotion, longing, and love have created...

because right now i see, that I AM the dream that was dreaming since the day i was born...