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Écouter / acheter: bell ambient de Quintelium
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Écouter / acheter: continuums de Quintelium
Viral Gratitude ~ 4.9.20
Last night was the first evening of the seven day celebration of Passover. From my limited understanding—it is a celebration of Jews marching to freedom or Exodus–out of slavery from the Egyptians. The story is retold and passed on at the first night’s (Wednesday night this year) seder meal, so that each generation connects to this history thus renewing and strengthening family and community…
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I'm very late to the Mod: A Very British Style, by Richard Weight, party, but have finally dug in and so far it's the best book ever. No book store in the city had a copy left and neither did Amazon, and it's not out in paper yet. So last night I realized my library hold was in at a different branch because mine is closed for renovations and walked super far to pick it up and it only has a little bit of food on it! The introduction repurposes a Laszlo Moholy-Nagy quote to comment on shopping, which was a get out of my soul moment. I'm actually too excited to read it - I have to keep stopping because I can't concentrate due to too much enjoyment. The only vaguely related book-length material I've read is Paolo Hewitt's The Soul Stylists, which is a pretty, ahem, casual study. I will blog my updated disappointment / redactions later on.
continuums
mnyam sbyor - Abbr of sangs rgyas thams cad mnyam par sbyor ba'i rgyud - the unified sameness of the continuums of all the buddhas, unity, union unified, united [IW]
bde gshegs snying po - sugatagarbha [Buddha-nature, sugata-essence nucleus of the sugata fundamental continuity gzhi rgyud primordially existing within the continuums of all sentient beings, empty in essence, ngo bo; luminous by nature, rang bzhin; and embodying bdag nyid can [or just mean having the nature all pervading compassion.] [IW]
dbang po dgu - the 9 powers included in the continuums of the noble ones [IW]
dbang po dgu - the 9 powers included in the continuums of the noble ones [the rnam byang gi dbang po lnga, tshor bde, yid bde, btang snyoms, yid dbang [IW]
rab 'byams rgyud - infinite of continuums realm [JV]
Turnover
Sometimes all I can do is write. Even when there's nothing, there's always something. Daybreak is difficult because life awaits, and life is bright, and the light is something to be faced. So when night comes, I ache to be drunk with words that come from dark places--places without eyes--this curvaceous pool of moons--these moons needing to be brought to the light. It's like I live for this cycle of ache and soothe. I want words to spill and spill like wine over the brim--drunkenly like lusty kisses down the cheek, chin, neck, spine. I need all my love to come forth--through this--through rhyme--through painting pictures. How do I tell you that I want you and I want to feel alive? Or I want to touch you in the same ways blue and green do? It frequently feels like I only have my fingertips and the oxygen, and they intermingle to conceive...all that I have breathed--traced. I like to think this means something--these letters etched out of nothing--these spaces and dashes and periods--these sequences and frequencies--rivers carrying the deeper substances that all things feed and drink upon. Sometimes all I can do is write to drink of my own life because without this...who am I? And how do you know? And how do I? And still...this is but one ripple across a giant brook. One reflection on which I look.