Thank you @raz and @soup for this sandbox of words to play in. Such things are hard to find and I’m grateful.
Soup, your Dhumavati post made me think of the thousand name hymn. (Well first it made me think of how I’m feeling on the cusp of my crone era and I need to start looking for a hut at the edge of the village where I can dispense cryptic wisdom and dubious potions. I have been seeing a lot of crows in my yard lately:)
But more importantly, the thousand name hymn and how we could say that each life is a thousand name hymn of the Creator. I just had my solar return and wouldn’t it be a fruitful contemplative exercise this year to give name to ways the Creator has taken shape. Linguistic lanterns lighting the path.
Giver of dappled things
Taker of hard-earned wings
Taker of flight
Giver of rings of light
enough for one step at a time
Taker of sight
Giver of stars
Giver of distances
Giver of chasms between
and cazimis within
Giver of confusion
Taker of time
Giver of blind corners
Giver of rhyme
This makes me think about the stable environment needed in the tender early stages of growth of the self and between selves. Walking within the visible light until we can absorb/radiate the ultraviolet and not get burned.
Giver of exit signs
and welcome mats
Taker of liberties
abandoned below
Giver of yes/and
Giver of flow
Teacher of lessons
in the School of No
Curriculum Vitae (never did run smooth)
Taker of fantasies
Giver of now
Cleaver of waves
Taker of bows
I was fascinated by the ‘yes/and’ concept for some time. I had a long phase where i used to listen to the “Conan needs a friend” podcast when ever i was cooking or doing the dishes in the kitchen. I found the dynamics in the conversations there where usually very interesting and enjoyable.
Yes/and was mentioned on several occasions there, but i was already familiar with it from considering joining an improv class and had read up about it.
in the end i feel like there is enough improv in my life, without looking to dial it up a notch and put it on a stage.
i have written a few CVs in my life, and remember wondering what CV stands for, but i don’t remember finding out
for me,
Curriculum Vitae, feels a little misplaced, in the spiral you wrote, everything else had such a wonderful taste, a verbal dish, of which you can boast.
edit, i take it back, it just took me by surprise, the whole thing looks lovely, in my eyes, end edit
Today i realized, that being inspired, is not the same as being stuck in knowing.
I do enjoy being stuck in practical knowing, but seldom apply that practical knowing as factual knowing, these days…
i feel like my experience consists of layers of different truths, truths that can seem to contradict each other on some level, but learn to get along with a growing sense of understanding between them…
edit: perhaps the perception of different truths is just trying to express experience of a really large and sophisticated one.
5 blind people holding different parts of an elephant, who is trying to describe what an elephant is like, for them selves and too each other, comes to mind.
This 2 word marrige happened while i was doing laundry the other day,
‘Dream Breathing’
I found that combination very appealing.
in other news, i feel like life is very interesting and moving in a Wellcome direction in many ways.
but i also feel a little like i have been having a joyride in a tumble dryer…
when falling off a surfboard, it’s better to try and swim, rather than splash around…
edit, “Dream mechanics” is also one I’m very fond of, end edit.
You probably already looked it up, but it translates to “the course of life”.
“The School of No” is a phrase from Carla Rueckert. I read it in the intro to “The Crucifixion of Esermerelda Sweetwater” and I knew exactly what she meant.
Yes/and spaces always bring me joy. Whenever I see Amy Poehler pop up in my various internet feeds, I stop and watch or listen. She the perfect amount of silliness for me.
Alternating between weightlessness and bone-bruising body slams…I can relate:).
I like that this place can be a place for all the different faces of exploration. For heart-felt debate and meandering expression. Thanks for your part in that!
I may have forgotten something important. After I studied the Mahavidyas, I wrote invocations for them. Then I graduated into small sticky notes with cursive sparkle ink pasted all over the place, these small love notes containing “hey you” poems.
Words For Dhumavati
To find fulfillment beyond the superficial,
Selflessly seek the fortunes of misfortune.
Transform in unknown by way of obstruction.
Allowing to forget as smoke to reveal freely.
Allowing to forget as smoke to clear boldly.
Allowing to forget as smoke to reveal truly.
In dark shadows of sleep a primordial bliss.
Breathing dissolved in meditation of void.
A Grandmother Goddess, looming in silence.
To drop divisiveness, hold universal vision.
Selflessly become empty for a divine genesis.
Transform impartially as beneficent witness.
Allowing our realm of love to act freely.
Allowing our realm of love to dance easily.
Allowing our realm of love to show truly.
In immersion on stage, all acts indivisible.
Breathing serene in embrace of consciousness.
A Goddess of space, creating queen of reality.
To accept the symbol of the severed head,
Selflessly sacrifice some ego in moment.
Transform immediately as a lightning bolt.
Allowing waters of life to connect above.
Allowing waters of life to connect as one.
Allowing waters of life to connect below.
In yogic transition on a way to liberation.
Breathing authentically as pure perception.
A Goddess in flight, beyond mind and body.
The Mahavidyas were considered one truth of ten aspects, which seems complicated, a social memory complex? I also ponder Sanskrit as having some spiritual edge over what’s possible in English, but I’d argue creative constraint, in language may spur greater expressions of creative reflections which may seem like an echo sometimes.
I bless divine
your new paradigm
as adorable design
Your infinite creation,
your new earth,
I’m loving it
I perk up
Inspired by you
to awaken renewed
my positive solution
entails great purpose:
learning from you
Breaker of skin
on hands set to plough
Breaker of sweat
Breaker of ground
Planter
Builder
Reaper
Leveler
Looser of grips
As strength will allow
Breaker of dawn
the return of the light
Watchman of Gloam
the kingdom of night
Looser of tongues
knotted too tight
Hearer of songs unsung
echoing countermelodies
Seer of shadows within
shadows within
shadows
Hearer of bells unrung
Soup, with your knowledge of astrology, I think you’ll appreciate this… that when you were writing this–Saturn in Pisces was squaring Mercury in Gemini. The Constrainer (adrift in the primordial sea) was squaring up with the Lord of Language in his temple.
Squares can be like ascension stair steps. Trines can be about harmony. Today Sun/Mercury reside near the three belt stars of Orion. This is in my 9th, trining Moon transit
on my Pluto today in my 12th, and Ceres on Mercury direct in Sag 3rd. I’m Virgo rising on Labrum. I think Don and Carla had Pluto 12th - can coincide with a strong pursuit of unity.
I have Sun on Hermes near galactic center and Lucifer Moon in Aquarius, Orcus node near Sirius. Nice to meet you too, we all share the whole horoscope, my stars are your stars.
my pause lends
room to breath
supporting your sovereignity
I side step
dance with you
in triadic harmony
my heart beaming
greater light balancing
for your seeking
I carefully traverse
into sacred spaces
holding your hand
my loving inlays
triple goddess aids
expanding your gaze
Some of the challenges of interfacing with social memory complexes alone might get be buffered by triads. There’s 720 permutations of three within ten. Interfacing for intent of helping others find remedy might be conducive to getting help. For example “hey you” poetry came as a remedy to a general lack of intimacy in the world, observed by way of a psychic connection formed by spiritual means. Improving the quality of reason to seek help might influence the quality of help that comes by way of the seeking.
Words for Matangi
To learn as glory in teaching otters.
Selflessly speak open and unencumbered.
Transform as outcast beyond convention.
Allowing songs of word to reach freely.
Allowing songs of word to reach boldly.
Allowing songs of word to reach truly.
In experience of entertaining pollution.
Breathing in wildness of total passion.
A Goddess of sound, sharing inspiration.
To grow empowered by resolution of duality.
Selflessly silence for clarity in listening.
Transform in paralysis of a hypnotic beauty.
Allowing the light of truth to ring deeply.
Allowing the light of truth to warm fully.
Allowing the light of truth to join truly.
In relief of deceit by suppression of gossip.
Breathing in peace of harmless speech
A Goddess of magic, beautiful and striking.
To merge by perception in supreme delight.
Selflessly surrendering desires and control.
Transform in the beauty of an open heart.
Allowing the bliss of play to laugh freely.
Allowing the bliss of play to clear easily.
Allowing the bliss of play to cleanse truly.
In heights of self awareness, all as one.
Breathing with acuity as merging animation.
A Goddess of beauty, a joy of ultimate glory.
The way of red threads 
