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cHeRRyTeA!
BEHOLD, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discovered sight
Gleamed like a vision of delight.
I started---seeming to espy
The home and sheltered bed,
The Sparrow's dwelling, which, hard by
My Father' house, in wet or dry
My sister Emmeline and I
Together visited.

She looked at it and seemed to fear it;
Dreading, tho' wishing, to be near it:
Such heart was in her, being then
A little Prattler among men.
The Blessing of my later year
Was with me when a boy:
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble care, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
And love, and thought, and joy. 

~ William Wordworth
cHeRRyTeA!

Chunky and noisy,
but with stars in their black feathers,
they spring from the telephone wire
and instantly

they are acrobats
in the freezing wind.
And now, in the theater of air,
they swing over buildings,

dipping and rising;
they float like one stippled star
that opens,
becomes for a moment fragmented,

then closes again;
and you watch
and you try
but you simply can't imagine

how they do it
with no articulated instruction, no pause,
only the silent confirmation
that they are this notable thing,

this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin
over and over again,
full of gorgeous life.
Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,

even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;

I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard, I want

to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
cHeRRyTeA!

Rilke, from the Book of Hours:

I am too alone in the world,
and yet not alone enough
to make every hour holy.
I am too small in the world, and yet not tiny enough
just to stand before you like a thing,
dark and shrewd.
I want my will, and I want to be with my will
as it moves towards deed;
and in those quiet, somehow hesitating times,
when something is approaching,
I want to be with those who are wise
or else alone.
I want always to be a mirror that reflects your whole being,
and never to be too blind or too old
to hold your heavy, swaying image.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere do I want to remain folded,
because where I am bent and folded, there I am a lie.
And I want my meaning
true for you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I studied
closely for a long, long time,
like a word I finally understood,
like the pitcher of water I use every day ,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that carried me
through the deadliest storm of all.

....................................................................................................................

our work needs to be independent of others' work.
You must not compare yourself to others.
No one can help you. You have to help yourself.
Criticism leads to misunderstandings and defeatism.
Work from necessity and your compulsion to do it.
Work on what you know and what you are sure you love.
Don't observe yourself too closely,  
                                              just let it happen.
Don't let yourself be controlled by too much irony.
Live in and love the activity of your work.
Be free of thoughts of sin, guilt and misgiving.
Be touched by the beautiful anxiety of life.
Be patient with the unresolved in your heart.
Try to be in love with the questions themselves.
Love your solitude and try to sing with its pain.
Be gentle to all of those who stay behind.
Your inner self is worth your entire concentration.
Allow your art to make extraordinary demands on you.
Bear your sadness with greater trust than your joy.
Do not persecute yourself with how things are going.
It's good to be solitary, because solitude is difficult.
It's good to love, because love is difficult.
You are not a prisoner of anything or anyone.

—Rilke
cHeRRyTeA!

I have great faith in all things not yet spoken.
I want my deepest pious feelings freed.
What no one yet has dared to risk and warrant
will be for me a challenge I must meet.

If this presumptious seems, God, may I be forgiven.
For what I want to say to you is this:
my efforts shall be like a driving force,
quite without anger, without timidness
as little children show their love for you.

With these outflowing, river-like, with deltas
that spread like arms to reach the open sea,
with the recurrent tides that never cease
will I acknowledge you, will I proclaim you
as no one ever has before.

And if this should be arrogance, so let me
arrogant be to justify my prayer
that stands so serious and so alone
before your forehead, circled by the clouds.

*Rainer Maria Rilke*
cHeRRyTeA!

I WILL not follow you, my bird,
I will not follow you.
I would not breathe a word, my bird,
To bring thee here anew.


I love the free in thee, my bird,
The lure of freedom drew;
The light you fly toward, my bird,
I fly with thee unto.


And there we yet will meet, my bird,
Though far I go from you
Where in the light outpoured, my bird,
Are love and freedom too.

•George William Russell•

...i put this in the journal (titled SOAR) i made for the JW Art Auction
cHeRRyTeA!

Please come home. Please come home.
Find the place where your feet know where to walk
And follow your own trail home.




Please come home. Please come home into your own body,
Your own vessel, your own earth.
Please come home into each and every cell,
And fully into the space that surrounds you.




Please come home. Please come home to trusting yourself,
And your instincts and your ways and your knowings,
And even the particular quirks of your personality.


Please come home. Please come home and once you are
firmly there,
Please stay awhile and come to a deep rest within.
Please treasure your home. Please love and embrace your home.
Please get a deep, deep sense of what it’s like to be truly home.

Please come home. Please come home.


And when you’re really, really ready,
And there’s a detectable urge on the outbreath, then please
come out.


Please come home and please come forward.
Please express who you are to us, and please trust us
To see you and hear you and touch you
And recognize you as best we can.




Please come home. Please come home and let us know
All the nooks and crannies that are calling to be seen.
Please come home, and let us know the More
That is there that wants to come out.




Please come home. Please come home.
For you belong here now. You belong among us.
Please inhabit your place fully so we can learn from you,
From your voice and your ways and your presence.




Please come home. Please come home.
And when you feel yourself home, please welcome us too,
For we too forget that we belong and are welcome,
And that we are called to express fully who we are.




Please come home. Please come home.
You and you and you and me.




Please come home. Please come home.
Thank you, Earth, for welcoming us.


And thank you touch of eyes and ears and skin,
Touch of love for welcoming us.




May we wake up and remember who we truly are.




Please come home.
Please come home.
Please come home.


~ Jane Hooper

...imagine
wisdom
essence
release
freedom
remember...
cHeRRyTeA!
more of the unknown
still the waters fall

but i can not see through this
it is blinding
you say that means i see

more of the unknown
still the waters fall

i do not feel ready
i know i have been prepared
i will lose my life

more of the unknown
still the waters fall

if i trust
then i will fall
when i fall
it will hurt unbearably

more of the unknown
still the waters fall

down there i will be
among the least of these
only one thing to see
the fullness of you
upon an empty me

more of the unknown

still
your
w
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r
s
fall

..."the more we face the unknown, the less unknown there will be to fear"
cHeRRyTeA!
of the billions of them that are
they never miss being with each other
because they are never apart
not one

truly

sometimes scattered about
sometimes so close to seem as one
sometimes placed in a special formation
sometimes
yes sometimes uniquely identified
even called out to shine a little less brightly

they simply appear
they simply appear every night
they simply appear on the other side of the world

how without rest
what draws them out
why there is no motivation
where else can there be such peace
when encouragement is no longer necessary
who really knows what causes them to shine at all

the One who created them
they are because they have been chosen
they are because they have been chosen

they may never really know each other
or feel completely known
they have never known one minute alone
how resistance can take hold
or what is meant to be forgotten

that is the mystery of it

still no matter what
even the few who fall from time to time
all can be certain that a special place is held for them
together they are free
together they are one
just as they have always been and forevermore will be

that is the beauty of it

they have been called the galaxy... the universe... heaven... eternity...

they who have come
to commune
and be
community
cHeRRyTeA!
Journey begins
A handful of faithful
Committed together
Opened hearts
Broken & bruised
Souls cared for
Wisdom & Folly
Experienced & Understood
Living fully : Awakened
Letting go...Love.
cHeRRyTeA!
1 a: passage from one state, stage, subject, or place to another : change b: a movement, development, or evolution from one form, stage, or style to another
2 a: a musical modulation b: a musical passage leading from one section of a piece to another
3: an abrupt change in energy state or level (as of an atomic nucleus or a molecule) usually accompanied by loss or gain of a single quantum of energy

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Then there is transition of "the body"

"Transition as the phase of labor just before the pushing stage. about 6 or 7 centimeters of dilation, some of the symptoms of "transition" appear. During transition, contractions become very strong, and often their duration and frequency are less predictable.

At this stage of labor, the laboring womanmay feel confused or even unable to cope at all. Legs and arms may tremble uncontrollably.Belching, hiccuping, feeling nauseated or even vomiting may occur.Most women recall feeling irritable and often become astonishingly rude. The coach will need to be particularly attentive and encouraging at a time when it is not going to be too rewarding to do so. The extreme changes in body temperaturewill require the obvious treatment of either adding or removing blankets.
Toward the end of this accelerated phase, but often before the cervix is fully dilated, the laboring women may feel the urge to push (or what feels like the need for a bowel movement). A couple of these signs, but especially the urge to push, often indicate transition.

If no examination has taken place within the preceding half hour, the nurse should be notified of the changes. Even if it has been less than the thirty minutes and the urge to push is strong, immediately notify the attending person of this sensation. The coach's presence is most helpful during this difficult time."

And also
transition words show relationship between 2 separate things

transition...
(in between)
transformation.

The only difference that lies between them is in the forming of the words,

i form a...

(Almost resembling "information", which even calls out to be completed)

Leaving only the mystery of what is to be