playing it safe in letting go...and no more so than when letting go with god!
i am often told that i will be able to find again - whatever (wherever whenever etc.) it is i
think i might be needing for an art piece. this might be true, however as i am going over all
my boxes of stuff , i see the treasures that have come to me...and go know now after all
these years if i am still not remembering just why i did save it (all)...however now too i am
beginning ( have to start somewhere!) to be seeing the "un-importance" of it all, as well as
at the same time feeling my mind is a safe house for underground ideas on their way still
to freedom's door!
i know that to be making art at this time is not exactly what i am to be doing...unless
getting free is an art - and too, to re-save, thinking that whatever will yet be used one day is out
of the question - for when we do land, (wherever that might be, as opposed to keep on flying
to never neverland in dreams) it will be no doubt a year of getting a house in order...and who knows
if i will be wanting to go to collage after that, with nature calling me...to photograph and paint and
perform or perchance just to sit and dream...as i am .
letting go of how creative i am perceiving myself is foolish when in Truth i am a visual alchemist,
knowing there will never be a time when i am not being ( or not being a creative ) for it is my nature,
by god and goddess to be one as such!
"in this moment, gather up all your limitations and illusions into a ball
in your hands, and reach out and hand it over to them. They will send
this energy back into the universal energy recycling bin. Energy never ends.
It is just recycled." aluna@alunajoy.com
great spiritual message, to keep in mind, no? i am so relieved i saved it from sister aluna's in site...
no matter saving more may make me in the eyes of some a greater lunatic! never the less there is more
to go, and in the letting go, comes great zen "awakenings" - as far as any ken can kick up, it heals!
i come across old photos and restaurant place mats (like Tuck-a hoe Inn), candy wrappers from foreign countries (a Golden Gay Time, or pack of sugar Fags is still hard to release !), nyc bus
transit passes (which are no more!), masses of pamphlets on gay rights,(of which we are in need of still more, no thanks to the catholic masses!) and headline after headline i read and ripped
with witty innuendos in mind to mix and match with all of the above...and book matches too.
the time it took to find and save (the profound to the bizarre), and even more to re-view...and discard again - like who was i kidding, the first time i tried - all that is art... as much as all of everything in time
ever created in Thought.
in some kind of humble awareness now, see how i and we do it collectively because we are artists
made in the image of the Abstract One and are moved to by our own god nature to create a new world mind...the ultimate act of spiraling towards a master peace finally...beyond any museum's hands.
as the energies speed up, and i begin to expand in recognition of being multidimensional, i won-
der what on earth was i thinking i could do with all this?
maybe just maybe with the first black hole i come across, i will just give it back to "them"...and then
continue freely to trip the light fantastic and save not even the angel dust on my heels.
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