Sacrificial Form - A Body Muse-ing

~ A Turn to Ancestral Form ~

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Objects of Sacrality -

• Salt River Horse Skull

• Birthday Horoscope

• Volcanic Stone Bracelet

• Beads of Yak Bone - carved as Skulls

• Native Turquoise

• Leaf of a fern

All figures of representation to the Sacred Form that is the living world - living Earth - breathing, living, speaking Earth. Pitted and dug out transformation of the cellular Earth - to the vision empowerment bestowed through it to the cellular Earth of my own body - in turn giving recognition to the Sacramental Body that is “I”.

~ You are the Living Death in Living Form ~

Thus represents the formal disposition of Life, Death, and the great in-between we all share, or have shared.

And in thought - it all turns to Ancestral Form -

the body after body after body after body after body - handed down to now to now to now to now -

All the representation above - these objects - a new ancestral way thorough my own…

 All new
All Old
      This is

In-between
the adage
       it has always begun

Reading
Writing
       meaningless to objects

The thought
The Mind
        on fire - in silence

Let is - as shall be
Objects mean themselves
         to what they gift Us

Now, the body that is “I” - the physicality that is “Me” - personally: broken, malformed, decrepit, dysfunctional, erratic, confusing… the “I” that is within the “I” - knows better.

But I am the Ancestral Form - the living form without the need to change what “I” am - the physical is the Object that Means Itself. Naturality - formlessness in changes - beginning and ending to it’s own reality - bending to will of time - bending to will of permeability - bending to the will of the air that rests.

Revere long enough into your thoughts, your emotions, your body – and you can trace to the center of your creation – The Earthen One.  Made form by the clay of the land you perverse.  The burning sap lodged deep within the ancestral Crann (Tree of Life). 

Trace the longing deep enough

Outline your blood, your bones, your veins, your nerves – the living system of synapse formed by your electrical wiring.  This is the living form – yet only defined by vision.  Develop those whispers at the edge of your Being, long throated from the edge of time.

Give up your discretion to Appearance.  Grow the long horns of thought, the shadowed fur of history, the clawed hands of brutality, the fangs of hunger.  Become your own Language, your own understanding of shape – belonging to nobody other than the whispers at the edge of your thought.

Edges - the liminal space decanter to our Realm. There is always a beyond - Heaven, Hell, the end of the Universe, Reincarnation, Light and Love - becoming One with the Creator.

What if we believe NOW that we already are One within Creator? That we are the Creation manifest of all that belongs. The power we are, the energy we are, the space we take up, the literal electrical stimuli that runs courses through Us -

That we are the lineage of Belonging - to One’s Land, to One’s Body, to the Fate and Destiny handed to You from the Yawn of your Birth to the final, sparked breathe Lost to the Breathing Air of Your Surrounded God.

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I have grown. One in the turning of time to a transcendent past. Do not fear. For the changing has been. That Dharmic Wheel of Creation is the turning of my own heart - direction from The Nameless.

I love Your Care for Me. The Way in my Body you bring out the recessed, caved-in, deserted. Turning In to Turn Out the next step.

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Blessed Be

Oh Fearful One