Monday, May 30, 2005
Questions
The Space Between
There and here, which is which?
Which holds the space that creates the distends?
How do individuals choose to define that which is divine?
With fear? with love?
Do you know you and me…the one who resides on the opposite side of this earthly community? Or is projection your introspection on the space that holds that direction?
Are you Muslim, Hindu, Christine, Buddhist, Jew…or you? What holds you in that space or the space between any of the two…or three, or all that is and is not?
Know the here and the there, the you and me, and, when you find a moment for the silence in-between, know the love that binds the seem.
What Holds You?
Is light out there or in here?
Are you looking to escape this world
or do you want to go outside and play in it?
What satisfaction do you get from suffering?
Do you love your dramas and the stories that surround them?
Do you hear them? Know them?
Do you live them?
Would you be you without them?
What is it you are seeking enlightenment from?
What holds you, in this only moment, from walking in light?
Choice
-JEM
There and here, which is which?
Which holds the space that creates the distends?
How do individuals choose to define that which is divine?
With fear? with love?
Do you know you and me…the one who resides on the opposite side of this earthly community? Or is projection your introspection on the space that holds that direction?
Are you Muslim, Hindu, Christine, Buddhist, Jew…or you? What holds you in that space or the space between any of the two…or three, or all that is and is not?
Know the here and the there, the you and me, and, when you find a moment for the silence in-between, know the love that binds the seem.
What Holds You?
Is light out there or in here?
Are you looking to escape this world
or do you want to go outside and play in it?
What satisfaction do you get from suffering?
Do you love your dramas and the stories that surround them?
Do you hear them? Know them?
Do you live them?
Would you be you without them?
What is it you are seeking enlightenment from?
What holds you, in this only moment, from walking in light?
Choice
-JEM
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
So. Cal.
Topanga Beach
PCH and Topanga
Freeway Sunset
Santa Monica Mountains
Santa Monica Sunset
Topanga Cyn.
Marsha and Mountain Mama Liz
Shadows and mountains
Salinas Valley
Friday, May 20, 2005
Writings
Be it
Want change and wanting will be received
Try to change and trying will be achieved
Be the change and the change will be
Human
I am this body, the physical manifestation of all
I am this form, human am I
The moment will come when all I will once again be but
In this moment, while I follow threw with this decision
I choose to be the physical manifestater of I
I choose to have a human experence
Deeper
Holding me, on the razor edge, the threshold of orgasm; so close to tangibility it sits, like a firm young nipple waiting for virginities inevitable demise. She holds me and she just holds me and she just holds, waiting for my release, for me to waft a feather upon her belly button, for my surrender of the profane and profound, of good and bad, past and future...of death, waiting for the acceptance of her sensual touch, satin upon goose bump skin, moist lips on the side of the neck, gentile nibbling on the ear. But one, am I, of an infinite number she holds in her bosom, inside her - the earth, the sea, the universe, the mother - and all she asks for is more MORE MORE!! All the time with her head thrown back and her arms spread, my divine is patiently screaming DEEPER, DEEPER MY BELOVED GO DEEPER!
-JEM
Want change and wanting will be received
Try to change and trying will be achieved
Be the change and the change will be
Human
I am this body, the physical manifestation of all
I am this form, human am I
The moment will come when all I will once again be but
In this moment, while I follow threw with this decision
I choose to be the physical manifestater of I
I choose to have a human experence
Deeper
Holding me, on the razor edge, the threshold of orgasm; so close to tangibility it sits, like a firm young nipple waiting for virginities inevitable demise. She holds me and she just holds me and she just holds, waiting for my release, for me to waft a feather upon her belly button, for my surrender of the profane and profound, of good and bad, past and future...of death, waiting for the acceptance of her sensual touch, satin upon goose bump skin, moist lips on the side of the neck, gentile nibbling on the ear. But one, am I, of an infinite number she holds in her bosom, inside her - the earth, the sea, the universe, the mother - and all she asks for is more MORE MORE!! All the time with her head thrown back and her arms spread, my divine is patiently screaming DEEPER, DEEPER MY BELOVED GO DEEPER!
-JEM
