| "The present moment is a seed of future time” by George (10/10/2006) |
Dear Rin,
(And to you also, dear unknown reader, welcome, I embrace you too)
I am sorry you were sick and thankful you are well again. I know that experience, wafting in
watery state, unable to animate the physical organism with the will. Our subtle bodies are
loosened from our physical body and we feel extraordinary. Who are we indeed? We identify so
much with our physical state and perception of our senses but we are more than this. We simply
are not accustomed to it. And, to be on the earth we feel lost without our bodies and the
capacity of our brains. Still we exist.
‘we maybe only a drop in the ocean but we exist’
Looking over my life in different ways it keeps coming back to a struggle for consciousness…a
development of consciousness. This ’ladder’ has to do with that, one aspect of it. In the lower
region, a proliferation of intersecting angles as in a dense city. The intensely analytical mind of
modern people. Can we still see a blade of grass? The upper region more natural forms. Some
being beckoning.
Who are they? Come and see.
We are part of our modern civilization. We cannot forsake it yet we must transcend it. What part
does art play in this movement? We ascend and descend. In Jacobs dream angels were
ascending a ladder going from the earth to spirit realms and descending again to the earth. A
constant movement in both directions.
In your picture ‘a will’, there is a stream of light. Which way does the light travel? Doesn’t light
steam in both directions? One way is trouble. To be too earth bound is problematic. As well as
too ‘up in the blue’.
I experience summer as a dreamy consciousness. That is why I said the dream of summer is
over. Around the time of the Autumn equinox something like iron salt is sprinkled on my wings
and I come down to earth.
As I look into your galaxy, the question is asked me.
“Where are you?”
Yes, which star in this galaxy am I on? Which ever one it is, I feel the centripetal force pulling
into the center….into the present moment.
My response: ‘The present moment is a seed of future time”
Love and Peace,
George
p.s. Many mornings I go to the ocean at seal Beach to do ink drawings with banboo pen. Ocean
birds are diving from the height to catch fish near the pier. Silvery fish are leaping out of the
water at the mouth of the San Gabrel river. Great cargoships line up to enter the Port of Long
Beach, San Pedro, Los Angels. Sea Gulls are rascals who try to steal my lunch. Each day the
same and different. Each one a new miracle.
(And to you also, dear unknown reader, welcome, I embrace you too)
I am sorry you were sick and thankful you are well again. I know that experience, wafting in
watery state, unable to animate the physical organism with the will. Our subtle bodies are
loosened from our physical body and we feel extraordinary. Who are we indeed? We identify so
much with our physical state and perception of our senses but we are more than this. We simply
are not accustomed to it. And, to be on the earth we feel lost without our bodies and the
capacity of our brains. Still we exist.
‘we maybe only a drop in the ocean but we exist’
Looking over my life in different ways it keeps coming back to a struggle for consciousness…a
development of consciousness. This ’ladder’ has to do with that, one aspect of it. In the lower
region, a proliferation of intersecting angles as in a dense city. The intensely analytical mind of
modern people. Can we still see a blade of grass? The upper region more natural forms. Some
being beckoning.
Who are they? Come and see.
We are part of our modern civilization. We cannot forsake it yet we must transcend it. What part
does art play in this movement? We ascend and descend. In Jacobs dream angels were
ascending a ladder going from the earth to spirit realms and descending again to the earth. A
constant movement in both directions.
In your picture ‘a will’, there is a stream of light. Which way does the light travel? Doesn’t light
steam in both directions? One way is trouble. To be too earth bound is problematic. As well as
too ‘up in the blue’.
I experience summer as a dreamy consciousness. That is why I said the dream of summer is
over. Around the time of the Autumn equinox something like iron salt is sprinkled on my wings
and I come down to earth.
As I look into your galaxy, the question is asked me.
“Where are you?”
Yes, which star in this galaxy am I on? Which ever one it is, I feel the centripetal force pulling
into the center….into the present moment.
My response: ‘The present moment is a seed of future time”
Love and Peace,
George
p.s. Many mornings I go to the ocean at seal Beach to do ink drawings with banboo pen. Ocean
birds are diving from the height to catch fish near the pier. Silvery fish are leaping out of the
water at the mouth of the San Gabrel river. Great cargoships line up to enter the Port of Long
Beach, San Pedro, Los Angels. Sea Gulls are rascals who try to steal my lunch. Each day the
same and different. Each one a new miracle.