In the places in-between time, only the real moments live. In-between thoughts and dreams, in-between perception and reaction, in-between breaths, in-between beats, everything rests just underneath the surface of what is obvious, seemingly unsaid, undreamt, unsung... Forgotten.
And yet this is the place where journeys begin and end, where we know what is from what seems, where we learn to ride the wind towards the whole horizon, where Story flows in raw arcs of unbounded and engulfing possibility, where we are beckoned, once more, to Listen and to Remember.
In a time below the normal flow of time, in these single paused moments underneath the "when", resting between what we know and what we have yet to imagine, frozen in a forever motion… this is the time that is the true time, the time below the myth, the time of the coming home.
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Between the Ether and Nether
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Versipellis
And it was Petronius’ fictional slave, Niceros, who first told the tale in words some few thousand years ago about the soldier who removed his clothing, piled it upon the ground and urinated in a circ...more
A Bird Flies like a Bird
“Clear water all the way to the bottom;
a fish swims like a fish.
Vast sky transparent throughout;
a bird flies like a bird.”
- Zen Master Dogen
And this is a begi...more
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