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Day 2 of writing at the Temple.
At this point- I got caught up in a dust storm and my typewriter began the slow process of breaking.
The past
We are living in the present
Honoring the past
Like a pheonix we rise above the ashes
Of our rememberance
It is a daily vigil
Living with the knowledge we have gained
Embracing the future with longing
So much exists in our lifetime
Yet we strive to find
The truth in all aspects
Allowing the hand of the divine
To weave our paths
Undivided/Paceless
Still dwelling within the very first
Moment that scattered the stars
Into space
The past has come&gone to teach us
Lessons/Eyes wide open
Sentiment from a lifetime of experience
I feel as though
I'm occupying multiples
Of space&blessed time
In this mortal body of mine
It's as though the facets of the gem
That becomes me
Are shining through casting an incredible
Light for all to see&cherish
May I always strive
To take the time
Truly honoring
Each aspect of my life&personality
Constant gratitude wells within me
Seeing how I am able to interact&flourish
In the Black Rock City
Living, loving, honoring
The magnitude that is me
The Whiteout
You see it all begins with a little wind
From there the spiral begins
I'm gifting my time to the temple
In its divine presence
Yet I find myself in a mysterious predicament
I can scarcely see a foot ahead of me
Yet I feel no fear- I still hear snippets
Of laughter and voices from afar
You just have to pull up your goggles
Put your dust mask over your face
And recieve a taste of the delicate fury
Of mother nature- Playa style
It just so happens this 'Thing in the desert'
Seems inhospitable
When in fact? It is our choice to be here
So enjoy that chalky taste hitting the back
Of your throat so sweetly
Savor the sentiment&sediment you're
BACK HOME!
Healing
I am striving
To look inside& see what is truly
Best for me
I want to use the power of the playa
To shape my life in any direction I choose
Yet first I must choose
To change what is not serving me
Truly look to a higher power
Letting go of what may be difficult for me
Today is a new day a blank slate
The choice is mine whether I need solo time
Or to journey into the vast unknown
Greeting us wherever we roam.