The How Many More Times

The beauty of an open mind is the beauty of spontaneous creativity.

there is little other reason for a consciousness to reside with in me in peace without the aspiration of perfection, not matter how difficult the process can be!

Much has gone one in the time since I last spoke to you, but I am not about a NEWSY blog today... IT IS LATE IN THE SLEEPING TIME.... or FAR TOO EARLY to pronounce it is a new day.... but I felt a need... a longing and my own love guided will has a crazee idea!

So why am I blogging?  Well honestly the better question is WHY AREN'T YOU?

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO BE PART OF THIS DANGLING CONVERSATION that will never truly end... and has just begun.... so very little in our lives allow this clear and divine experience... the end... the beginning the world that we travel on together....

As I move along, the blogs will expand into true contact to go with the new and amazing features of this venture of THE HOW MANY MORE TIMES... this is a place of music and love... when this magic is operative there is always energy.... and released as light and warmth?

The elegant truth of our oneness will pry open our minds...

I have no special message but FAITH IN FAITH......

No matter how you observe the idea of our common interests and our disparate goals brings a verse to mind... I cannot claim a poetry, I haven't a whit what would make one call one thing A POEM... and another a stream of thoughts except the work required to FIT IN A FORM... we don't need this... we are fine, ultimately, and I am not just SUNNY AND LOVING...

I have generosity of spirit reinforced by the community of this music... and those who seek some new perspectives... and wish to share their own connections to the whole of this experience of such a.... Well... not my words????

BUT IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?  You are arriving on time...

For those in the process of discovery and adventure in the world that many of us have spent our lives involved in?

This is a SONG OF WELCOMING JOY....

THE COMMON GROUND

Skipping stones of reason the hum strikes deeply inside

There are few that ask the questions, as the answers aren't our own

Sharing in the garden of a fertile field of thought

We try and go around the choices

When is enough

Too much

The house is very sacred

No matter what you pray

The connections that we don't see

Say more than our words betray

Forward seems compelling and yet

Past is part of now

Take the ticket, take seat and have a lovely time

The ones who sat upon the Mounts of Hills so far removed

The places that I speak of are not part of what we knew

The joy of holding each other in our deepest parts of self

Keep the spirit moving

In the search for inner self

There is no separation 'tween the beginning and the end

Just the mere illusions of a vision or a taste

To touch with ears, to see with tongues

To touch the higher plane

The dimension of our elders

Can be reclaimed again we are their children after all

The sorcery of beauty is divine and never wrong

To touch the spirits of the past and make them part of now

I do not speak of 40 years... this is 4000 thereabouts....

When the mystics of the bible met the holy of the East

May all just be a story, but some beauty lives in myth

Allow your joy to wander when you don't have time to run

And know it, and be comforted.... we are never really done

Taking parts of things taught to us, and the path we each have known

Tune your strings

Serve your needs...

No act of love true and pure

can ever be undone

The sun is not yet up and yet I have a job to do

So I take these rosy fingers so the morning light gets through

Put aside your fears

Put away your tears

And find that love has brought us here

To celebrate thrills

Of THIS BAND'S SKILLS

and to plan our next LONG RUN....

We will win the day without agreeing on the terms

Knowing god is personal and it will be this ever still

What we are about is not to teach

The ones who learn will tell

And when you drift to sleep at night?

Get moving to our ABYDOS of love of being ONE

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SO.... that just came out of me in the haze of a sleepless, but restful night.  WHY NOT WRITE YOUR OWN?
I would love to see the work of others inspired by not just the community and the music and the company but something more that only you know is in you.... but WE WOULD LOVE TO SHARE....

WHERE TWO OR MORE ARE GATHERED I HEARD.... LOVE IS THERE!

Have a marvelous day, and I will bring more soon and this time I have worked out the kinks and my mind now has perspective that took many years to remember fully because there are SOME experiences... well HAMLET has imparted through his creator William Shakespeare? 

There are more things on heaven and earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy HORATIO?  WHO IS THAT TO US... let's restate that to start a discussion of substance and growth and say...
Share those things which are only hinted at when we feel that other judge us by our perspective as compared to their own.  This to me is corrupted and selfish love. 

Try it this way....

THERE ARE MORE THING ON HEAVEN AND EARTH THAN ARE DREAMED OF IN YOUR PHILOSOPHY................ (INSERT NAME HERE)!!!!

JOY BRING LIGHT... LIGHT BRINGS TRUTH TO THE FOREFRONT...

we only need to clear our eyes... and it stands out... in beautiful harmony with all sorts of different brands of FAITH.... I have my faith in the QUANTUM WORLD and a LARGE DOSE OF THELEMA ON THE SIDE... but FREEDOM is part of THELEMIC EXPLORATION... and that is a LOT of latitude....
THELEMA IS NOT AN INVENTION OF ALEISTER CROWLEY NOR ANY OTHER SINGLE BEING....

WE SHARE.... WE CELEBRATE OUR LOVE FOR CREATION.... and whatever is the way that you have done the work to bring you comfort?

Let no one ever tell you.... YOU ARE WRONG....

There is always room for negotiation.... and we have a chance to be the people who look at the idea that we SEEK and WE RESPECT EACH OTHER.... and in this spirit?

I think... we got a live one....

by.....

dawn marie sargent                                                                                                                   25 January 2012                                                                                                                       Milwaukee WISCONSIN