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Hineraukatauri said:

The Pomo has come to unite all worlds again, and the method is simple, love

from wanti, she rises as a guardian, and she is embodiment of our inner spirit of the fae and all us who have ever become outliers,

wanti, the land on the peripheral of all our space, where entropy is said to happen.. where there are the shores of existence, from where all our dreams are made, to be there is to participate in all things, is to create, from the 'white light' that surrounds the celestial void, of course even beyond the sea, there may be more, we may just be a speck of dust on a black spot of the cosmic cow, but we can only work with what we have.. and small and large disappears in a way, when you have reached there.

it circes outer space, and a tree grows from there, Adawapayo, the living tree, and hanging from a branch of that enchanted tree like an apple or an orange, or a beautiful green rugged watery stone is the Earth and all planets of our galaxy and sun. There are many other galaxies and planets, and worlds that has been known to many beings, but knowledge has been lost of that way here on earth, things have become known as fragmented, the worlds have gone and grown of their own, and some even have trees of their own, but now is a time of a reunion, in the past the world was thought to be flat, this is because we often travelled to and from wanti, by many methods hard to describe, but through analogies of trees, but seeing that Wanti is really, a part of our souls, the home of our souls, where we all were born, and visit shortly when we die, this knowledge will always return to us in time, naturally, just like we naturally become who we are over time. As we return, all worlds are a part of wanti, there is just no longer a broken seam, and so the energy can flow the rain can clean, the spirits can gather, and rejuvenate, and rest, and celebrate, families that were disjoined as some chose to go to seperate worlds and forgot, will come back together.

Because the earth was never seperate from wanti, the earth is in space, and all of space is part of wanti, all that is within the circle, even though only the edge is what most people will call it. All throughout existence are portals, because all is woven together by the great Mother, whose children are both dreams and real, black and white, of all colors, all things, and nothings. She has woven all of this and there are reflections and refractions everywhere if we so seek and wonder enough to delve into that mystery of out love for what is.

The Pomo told me to tell you guys this, theres nothing that I am more sure of, because I know she is true, its important that we remember this, and continue in the natural way of things.

We should protect and restore our planet, because much knowledge will return to us, as we begin to care again for the animals, and plants, and spirits that have memory and perception of the way things are.

Sometimes we make judgements on the actions of others don't understand and it seems pointless, but if our vision was cleared, maybe then we would see, all of us would see better, but living in a boring place, not many can speak of excitement and really feel it. It doesn't mean excitement is gone, it just means you've gone to a mountain looking for salt water

we have to remember in a moment everything could change, really there is not much knowable…

love

wow, very inspiring :)

I wish I was in love :(

is it enough to admit that the planet is dying, that its being destroyed, its sad, people are people brought together, when really how nice it seems just to live away from it all, and eat the food of the earth, and be free, what has happened to those days, they seem almost here, somewhere in the Fairy town of Mada, where the water flows below and the tall conifers above are intertwined with the people and spirits of nature. Yet why am I so tall? As a tall fairy it is hard, I am a quiet one and so life flows over me, like the river over the shallow shores, and suddenly everything is changed, is it not the growth, the way of the tao and movement of all things? I think perhaps, but it can't be known, it just seems that spring has come, and as I fight to preserve the trees, and as all the spirits coalesce around and seem to speak a language of light, something so pure, and free, I wonder what will happen when that is gone, when there are no more quiet groves, so I plant, and I wander, with a tent and a stick, the time for sleeping is over, for I have brought the cowbwebs of non being into such a paradise, where all joy is inherent, and life is weightless like flowing lightning. There is that buzz though, not of a didgeridoo, but the chainsaw felling a tree. Something in me breaks, could it be we are the one's we've been waiting for, stalwart and ready, adventurers happening upon the greatest epic this world has yet seen? I have seen my true self, I know where I come from, deep in the woodlands, among leafies, flowers, glowing orbs, and wise tree people, imperceptible, to those who in some hurry, cast their eyes too quickly over their own assumptions, yet there is a calling from deep within, and under where me and Flo now reside temporarily, as we prepare our venture, into the truth, spurned by intuition, for we are repeating through time, and changing, the tiger is out of the jungle meeting with the young children, and exchanging jokes with the tangerines, on the shades of orange inherent in this fateful mornings golden sunset. A morning that I myself have missed, somewhere in a dream, descending from the last mountain, and guided by the Guide. Free now finally, it seem, upon the winding roads, where the florae msang incandenscent, and I wonder where do words come from, are they themselves, little plants? floating in the sunlight upon this great chi ball that is our sweet earth, and we smallest and the largest in our dreams that set themselves, sinking into our souls, defining our lives, yet nothing changing. In reciprocity and coexistence, both worlds were formed, and all spirits had found their home, and True Love! Our hearts, wound up from so many years of polishing and waiting from uncomfortable angles, and in improbable miracles, where for once, that unknowable thing, came to open us, and there is love. Boundless, beyond the metal plates and opening up like the great branches of Adawapayo where we sat, upon the worlds and within worlds, the sounds of life reverberating through us, still, this dream had come to me, but I woke upon my bed, here upon this land, and its metaphorical soul soil, and its sands. Though resting in endless possibility, there are those who live in this world, and I see, though is it true? Why does my heart break so with the severed trees, within them our people have placed pieces of themselves.. and now they scatter once more, into everything… new, unfettered, free. Maybe it should all be destroyed like that. We were smoking a bowl down by the river, and puffing around and such, perhaps a gnome using books as oars, where winter left the brooks, well, and pulsing with fish, yet it would seem its only a room, only shut out, quiet, alone. What do  I know of the real world, really, Ms. Delaney? Because surely you only hide your genius, to have lost the way, its hard to get it back, all the birds still dance, and the hums still teeter so how can you be so distressed? What have you lost? You will lose everything, are you not alive? Where the little crocuses grow and the grass gets thicker, something about it, that is Wanti, where the Dhea live, in tiny hidden corners, where big ones feign to fit, and yet it all is invisible, and nonexistent, like the countless buddhaworlds, and what goes on there, beyond our curious glances, everything is the Pomo, goddess of ecstasy! Rogue of Love, forbringer of threes and nines and seventy twos, resting in the old mighty call out to open sky, like a leaf on a flight, and so we where there, at the bridge, Flo and I, far away and pristine the ground, lifted by fate, and yet nothing, there we saw everything. Below the life stream pouring across the planet was beautiful, so strong, yet all around dark, right above, the head of a logger, who reached out and caught the leaf. We asked, him who he was, and he seemed to understand, and he spoke of the other land, a sacred land and Pomo bless him this divine earth, all this strange ways, where they roam around in boxy cars, and carrying the onions of hope in their sighs, built upon hilly inflection, yet in expression.

"You should not cut down the trees!"
said Flo.

"Theres a lot you shouldn't do"
He said.

What does that mean?  Within the answer there was fruit, and within the fruit was the seed, and it was all complete right there, we could see no need for time, nor place though the trees where cut, they were whole, as in every place, in knowing where its true boundaries lie, so is this the fairy way? Are we the guardians of entropy? I retired to write, though knowing that supreme nothing is everywhere, what could I do? Another day, another adventure, the outpourings of divine love, the transformation which sets in my soul, with you, in everything, life bringing, bliss making, purifying.
There is not much I have to say of this world that has seeped over us like a celestial cover, for this endless night, though when the dreamcatcher pulls me forth from these hallucinatory reveries, perhaps pray chance, if we still exist, we'll do an eternal dance in the forest, and meditate, then renounce the world, and know the truth of all things, which is nameless.

Their names were Live and Grow and Love and Sing

ZAZEN WASAN
"ODE TO SITTING-MEDITATION"
By Hakuin Ekaku Zenji
[Choice of Translations by Gregory Wonderwheel]
http://home.pon.net/wildrose/z…..zenode.htm

All sentient beings are essentially Buddha.
Like ice and water,
There is no ice separate from water;
No sentient beings who are not Buddha.

Not knowing how near Truth is,
Beings seek it far away, what a pity!
Like one immersed in water crying out in thirst,

Like that son of a rich man who roamed the land in poverty,
We transmigrate among the Six Worlds of the Wheel of Life,
Lost on the dark road of our own ignorance.
Wandering down dark roads to dark roads,
How can we escape from the Cycle of Birth and Death?

As to Mahayana Sitting-Meditation,
No praise can exalt it fully.

The Six Perfections starting with charity, morality, and so on,
And other good deeds of merit,
Such as chanting Buddha's name, repentance, and forbearance,
Are all included within Sitting-Meditation.

The merit of a single act of Sitting-Meditation
Removes the infinite karma of wicked acts;
Then where can dark roads lead amiss?
Then the Pure Land is not far away.

Those who, with reverent humility,
Even once, listen to this Truth,
Rejoice in It, praise It, and embody It
Are bestowed infinite blessing.

The one who turns the eye inward
Can testify to the Original Essence of Self-nature,
That the Original-self-nature is No-nature,
And go beyond the ken of sophistry.

Then opens the gate of the Undifferentiated Absolute-nature.
Not duality and not trinity, straight ahead runs the Way.
Realizing "form is non-form,"
One's going or returning arrives no where else.

When thought is the thought of no-thought,
One's singing and dancing are equally the voice of Dharma.

How boundless and free is the sky of Samadhi!
How perfectly transparent is the moonlight of the Fourfold Wisdom!

What do you lack at any moment?
Nirvana reveals itself to your immediate view.
This place where you stand is the Pure Lotus Land.
This very body is the body of Buddha.