Grand Daddy Oak

Grand Daddy Oak
Embodied Ancient Wisdom

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Synesthesia of Greif






Look, look can you hear it with your eyes?

The dark undulating sounds of blues, blacks that ripple and crack and purples deeply penetrating

Fear arises, that old mossy sea worn, weathered, well worn layers of grays

Contention, contraction, pulling and tugging with loud hands at the very core of all that you hold to be true.

Spacious and open as the old falls away revealing tender pinks, yellows and pastels of all hues

Darker shades flow from the eyes as the weeping fills the air with big bellowing clouds filled with old memories

Can you trust the new world?

Listen can you see it?

Can you smell the touch?

Feel the smell?

Let go of the past with its familiar pathways

Explore with the senses, open into the extreme loss and suffering

Rejoice in our birthright

Dance in an out of the glow of the loss

Embrace the vision

You are alive now!

Every cell of your being is waiting for your message

What now?

All senses charged and full of awareness

Travel into the new landscapes

Big bright, shiny, dew drops on scorched grass green

See the sky come alive with all the anger of the gods.

Banging on pots and pans like a child seated contently on the kitchen floor

Weathered utensils placed all around for their enjoyment

Rainstorms, releasing whole world in the blink of an eye kissing leaves on the way down

The earth full of rainbow colors falls away

Ultimate Supreme Emptiness where all possibilities are for your choosing.

Earthquake crevices split open what seemed permanent and unmoving

Look into the depth of dark holes

Cries of anguish, sobbing endlessly in magenta and orange colors cascade down from the loss of what was

And the joyous choir filling the air with song