Author: Alethea Kehas
#Bones #writephoto prompt #suevincent
They said it was a sacrifice,
but isn’t all life?
The tree pulled down to make paper to record our words
The hay threshed to fill bellies
Some say even water is alive
The clouds spilling it to the ground only to be swallowed
by some body that will eventually die
Only the bones linger
Hardened by structure
Fused to bear weight
Once stripped of the vulnerable layers they expose the effort
of resistance as a catalogue of time
We like to date our years lived
We like to think about lifetimes
in terms of expansion
The vulnerable layers we shroud
with creams and clothing designed to hide
and deny this thing we call age
But, when we strip ourselves down to what is left
Beyond the hardened bones that remind us of death
as a loss and that thing called density,
we are left with the essence itself
That bit of life that lingers over and over again
The cycle repeating itself to rebirth
in another form. Experience depends
upon this essence, as does growth and death
It is said that when the body dies,
the weight of the eternal essence can be recorded
after it leaves the form which held it close to call it a life
by itself. We can look at the dry bones and see the loss
of what once was, or we can follow the essence
back into the dance of life. Imagine
a breath of memories swirling into another form,
or perhaps dancing in eternity’s ocean
The individual heart eventually stops
That’s simply the law of nature of life in form
An idea that might make a single beating heart
skip into the throat to hide for want of eternity
of the individual. We don’t like to think
about nonexistence as we define our existence
but what of that pulse that beats through all life?
Can you feel it?
No one can say they cannot,
or have not, because
it is that essence that lingers
The before form and the after form
So you can study the bones and marvel
at the loss, or you can study the essence
that beats the eternal heart and recognize it
as your own too.
For Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt challenge.
A Chip Off the Old Block (part 2 of 2)
Once again, find a quiet space and settle. There’s also a wonderful meditation at the end, so it’s worth having that quiet space:
In Part One, we looked at the implications of one of the hot topics in modern physics: that of Block Theory, and its two offspring theories – Expanding Block Theory and Evolving Block Theory. These dull names hide a very exciting and radical view of the universe – our world – and the dynamic part that awakened humans can play in it.
We don’t need to change what we do to work within the ‘Block’ of Block Theory. We can’t do anything else. Our ability to ‘do’, including the logic of decision, is built into the dynamic of being Human – which means the organic part of us operates wholly within the framework of the Block universe. When we turn our head, go to the car, decide to drive to the petrol station, and then pick up a chocolate bar as we pay, we are exercising the under-considered power…
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North-easterly: Sidetracked by beauty
Lovely post from Sue about taking in the beauty of the moment:
High Mythology…
For those readers interested in Mythology there are a couple of books published under the Silent Eye Press banner which it would be foolish to be unaware of.
The first is the cycle of Egyptian Myths put together by Sue Vincent which goes by the intriguing moniker, ‘The Osiriad’.
Whilst ourselves familiar with most of the stories in this collection the notion that these tales actually formed a cycle telling the beginnings of the Gods and their operations in Egypt came as something of a pleasant surprise and each individual tale gains immeasurably by finding its rightful place in the overall scheme.
It is a welcome and masterly contribution to the Egyptian Pantheon.
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The second is our own foray into that corpus of Mythological Tales which we believe represent the Ancient Myths of Albion.
‘Crucible of the Sun…’ is an ideal primer for anyone contemplating the study…
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A chip off the old block? (part 1 of 2)
Very interesting food for thought from Steve Tanham. Get your tea or coffee and settle in:
We have a phrase in English; that someone is a ‘chip off the old block’. Its meaning is that someone of merit is continuing the ‘family’ tradition. I suppose it could also refer in a wider context to someone in a group or organisation doing the same thing.
A group of scientists are promoting a ‘new’ theory: that of the ‘Block Universe’ or “Evolving Block Universe’. It’s not entirely new. The idea of a static universe where the only change is the evolution of the conscious inhabitants has been around for a while; and touches on some of the deepest ideas in philosophy and metaphysics.
Just think about that for a moment to grasp the sheer strangeness of the concept. Look around you and watch the shifting view, the tiny changes, the way you move your coffee mug, shift your position on the chair, drive the car through an autumnal…
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#Faraway #suevincent #writephoto prompt
When I saw Sue’s writing prompt photo from this past Thursday, I knew I would likely participate, but something told me to wait. This morning, I opened my inbox to her post from Ani and was graced with a quiet space to sit with what it had to offer. As Sue’s posts have a way of doing, I felt that familiar call to a faraway home that is, perhaps, not so far away.
Your cells hum with the memory of a faraway home
Can you here it?
It sounds like sand moving through water
They move through you like a tide
Your body the cave
The womb inside emptied
Waiting for the flood
To fill it whole again
Life returns in cycles
And your body hungers
For the return
To grow the fertile seeds
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Oh, I have seen you, before
she whispers light back into your cells
I too have been waiting in this darkened cave
Eons passed in a chasm of hungered silence
But it is nothing to me, only to you
I understand the tides
I understand the cycle
The long leave
Before the return
Birth is always a memory held inside
Your fertile ground
And I am here always
Waiting without desire
To welcome you home
Again
The Light Behind the Story 