Visible Origami — Jan 14, 2018
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
Greetings my dear friends and my apologies for your not having heard from me in awhile. I have been here… “tap… tap… tap… (sigh)”. Fingers thrum on the tabletop. Time moves on and circumstances change, while they do not really change. The appearances change. Spring moves into Summer. The pulse of life beats out of Spring and into Summer. The manifest world flourishes and the bounty of Nature enlarges upon itself and enters into the harvesting time of Fall. It is not only the harvest of Nature, both wild and cultivated …but also the harvest of thoughts and words and deeds and the harvesting of the souls as each cycle completes. Fall moves into Winter and the quiescence… the time of quiescence, as the coming and incipient progression of the points of change have come and done and gone and now await the trumpet call to that magic invisibility of life that is concealed in the Earth and sprouts in the darkness and grows until the green head of the first leaf breaks the Earth with the irresistible force of each singular destiny of its unique, individualized expression. Yes! YES!! YES!!!
Two, Four, Six, Eight! Who do we appreciate? The almighty, ever loving, author of all things!!! At least I do and I hope and pray that the same is true of you. C’mon people! What else is there? On whom and what can you depend? You tell me, because… where your heart is, where your love is, there your fortune and your destiny await as well. Would I really put my fate and my future (insofar as Time is relative) in the hands of anything other than the hands that shape and direct every and each thing to the appointed end that their innate composition has already predetermined? As it was in the beginning, so it is in the end. Every role played by anything and everything is already contained in the alpha and omega of its nature. A tree is already, inherently the table and chairs, or framing of a house and the fire glow of it’s warmth coiling out of the hearth. Destiny is a funny and sometimes not so funny thing. It is what it is potentially, in all the permutations of which it is capable and it is also the promise of every foul and righteous result, which is possible from its use and abuse.
The game is on! The game is fixed! The Lord has Grace and the Devil has tricks. There is but ONE POWER. It is expressed as what it should be and what it should not be and the potential for either outcome is determined by the degree of light and darkness in the time period in which it is taking place. There is the time of three parts light and one part dark, the time of equal presence of both and the time of three parts of darkness and one part of light. This is where we presently find ourselves; should that be taking place (finding ourselves) and it is also a point within a series of points in a segment, which is one of transition. How do I know these things? I do not know them. They are known within me by the one who knows everything and shared in the knowing of by me, to the extent that they are revealed to me, according to the pleasure, purpose and desire of the one who has given me whatever awareness I possess, whatever level of awareness and whatever degree in the quality of awareness is resident and being exercised through me. I, of myself, can do or know nothing, other than what is permitted to me and the speed at which any of it increases or decreases, is dependent upon my being conscious of and cooperative in this condition and all the stages of the condition in which anything exists, as it moves inexorably toward what it is changing into.
I love you Lord! I shout this in my room in the darkness of this world. My heart sings it from every point of being I occupy. I resonate with the sweet harmonies of every possible acquiescence before the throne of eternal light. I love you Lord!!! I am shameless in my declaration of joy and surrender, now and for all time to come, whatever may come, my dearest and truest friend. My liberator and my imagined tormentor, my jailer and tailor and seamstress of forms, woven from and composed of starlight. We are all frozen starlight, extended outward into substance and shape. I love you my Lord!!! and I pray with an intensity that no words could ever bear significant testimony of, that ‘you’ will share in this with me.. It is beyond my capacity of articulation and ever shall be; ‘from wonder into wonder existence opens’.
I have been unable to say anything in recent times. My thoughts and words fall back upon themselves like dead leaves, into the guttering ruin of collapsing cultures, rising and falling like waves on the sea and of no more consequence than that. There is no wealth in this world that can match the possession of the certitude of the heart, convinced of the presence and Love of God. There is no power or position. There is no state of being. There is nothing and will never be anything that can match by any degree of measurement, the quality, value and longevity of a heart swept up in the contemplation and experience of the everlasting wunderbar infinitude of the ineffable. Who can imagine anything beyond the motivation for the experience of the Love of God? Who could hope to possess anything of comparable value? It is matchless!!!
I thought today about the tremendous wealth I have that is there in the hearts of my friends in Canada, Australia, Europe, Asia and here in these divided states of the occupied lands. Yes… the lands are occupied. The minds are occupied. The hearts are occupied; nature abhors a vacuum. Our greatest power is our right to determine what it is that occupies and possesses us, ♫well it might be the Devil and it might be the Lord but you got to serve somebody♫
Thank you dear and merciful lord! Thank you for the gratitude that I feel and for the continuing reminder to be grateful, to always hold forth in the mind the certainty that there is always more to be grateful for and always far more that we are unaware of than we are aware of. You have no doubt come across this more than once, if you have spent any time here but it is always worth being reminded again of how profound our Gratitude should be. Now I think of my great and sincere friend, Patrick Willis, whose brilliance and humane beauty made this and so many other productions possible. Can there be any doubt that it was God himself that sent Patrick into my life to so powerfully enhance the inspirations that the ineffable made possible for me? Sometimes I am simply stunned by the grace and goodness of god on my behalf, that which is so profoundly undeserved by me but made real by the mercy and forgiveness of that greatest of mysteries, the immeasurable Love, which creates and sustains the sweet honey from the rock, the oasis of the soul in the vast deserts of never ending hunger and the disappointment of every appetite, except the hunger for God alone; the secret feedings and succors that are everywhere maintained for the righteous and concealed from the profane. I love you Lord so much that my heart shatters into countless pieces, every time the thought of you passes through me and the thought that has the greatest impact of all is how little I deserve it.
Yes… “tap… tap… tap… (sigh).” I have sat here for such a while now, trying to find something that I could say that might come somewhere near what I have been feeling and at every turn, I have sat or stood there… so confused and impotent, unable to know what to say or how to say it. I come to the keyboard and there is only, “tap… tap… tap… (sigh)” Can I only write, “thank you!” over and over and saying no more that that because there is no more for me to say than that?
How many times I have wept over the understanding of how truly limited I am and the memories of so many failures and shortcomings I have been author and heir to? I can only go on and pray that somehow I have done more good than harm. I am certainly not convinced of it but I can only go on, trusting in the unfathomable love of the ineffable, hoping that the day will come when I can do something useful and justify even in the smallest of ways the faith the almighty has put in me and the reasons for which escape me utterly. I had better stop here before I make an even bigger fool of myself than I already have.