moon bombing

tomorow morning at 6:15 a.m. (09/09/09), nasa will launch rockets from
florida aimed to crash into the moon.  they're "looking for water".
now, why they don't take all the money and other resources that this
ridiculous mission will require and direct them towards taking care of
the water here on our own planet, infinite amounts of speculation
could be directed towards.  scientists in those positions seem to have
a fetish for unreasonable endeavors that cost a lot of money that
could easily be used for obviously better things.
but i'm spreading the word as it has come to me in the hopes that who
cares about it will set their hearts, minds and voices towards it in
prayer and whatever other impulse passes through the vessel of you.
if you are called to raise your voice in dissent, do it.  to raise
your heart in prayer, do it.  to raise consciousness around you in
awareness, do it.
i don't get it.  i don't get humanity, i don't get science, i don't
get how such an idea could pass through all the minds it had to pass
through to come to fruition in this way.  it is an act of contempt of
the most audacious order that people would do such a thing as bomb the
moon.  it's an act of power whose basis is in arrogance disguised as
progress.

native americans pray a lot for forgiveness from creator for having
strayed so far from the true path, and for having heaped such contempt
upon the creation of which we are one aspect.  i don't think that
creator is something out there - creator is the self that knows the
truth of being in beauty and cries every time we turn away from it in
fear, ignorance or arrogance.  when we disrespect nature, disrespect
each other, disrespect the awesome potential of our experience by
being ridiculous in ways such as these, we are beating down the
eternal wisdom and innocence within us that shines as a star of love.
we are telling our own selves that we don't matter, and that our
beauty is irrelevant.  it is true that everything that we do to the
web we do to ourselves, for the creator is the created, ad infinitum.
there is no other.  that's not an idea, it's truth.

how miraculous would this reality be if we lived as if that were so?
begin.

night flows through the body

a river cascading in the depths of a dream lost to time

but remembered in space

given here to the realms of truth

held close to the bosom of creation in a protection that does not exclude

only filters

i am a child

naked in the eye of the sky

clothed in the wisdom of ages

offered without temperature to a golden dawn

did i know myself before you remembered me?

i only smell because the earth musks at my lust for her

we are symbiotic, her scent for my glands

this is the crafting of space for content

of content for context

of love for pain

each polarity is a gift for its opposite

each breath is a love for it's exhalation

dream me awake, sweet forever

i am surrendered into your wisdom