02-29-2012, 12:00 AM
Im finding to my surprise that love is arising all on its own, kind of taking me over in a way....and this is happening as I clear away the mud and debris bit by bit....the love just increases and increases. Im not actually doing anything other than get honest and clear my ****. This suggests to me the possibility that it is our very substance. And of course Im not talking about ANY kind of romantic or sentimental love, more an energy, but its definitely love and makes me feel connected to everything. pretty intense.
Like the jah wobble track http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rvhWt73q8Xw
And now the buildings change. Now the people change.
Everything changing. Spirit and matter most apparent. Realised there
never was anything to worry about, to doubt was insane. The limited,
callow, isolated individuals living on housing estates in Chingford,
large detached houses in Kew, tower blocks on the Tottenham marshes,
become my gods. I see an accounts clerk from Tooting, I see Zeus. A
sanitary inspector from the London Borough of Haringay, and Brahmin
stands resplendent before me. For five minutes I love everybody. There
is only love. All action ceases. The Mile End Road, once a blood-stained
battleground of Bacchanalian excess, becomes the Garden of Gethsemane. A
bitter, 72-year old ex-docker becomes the ever-compassionate Buddha. A
Cypriot minicab driver becomes St Francis of Assissi. The 22-year-old
Glaswegian checkout girl is the divine mother. I love everybody. My
spirit is free. I am limitless in space, time and matter, simultaneously
the planet Neptune, part of the structural support to Vauxhall Bridge. I
am your left breast, I am Stepney, I am Peru, I am divine and so are
you. I love everybody. I am nothing except a mere cluster of notes, a
road sign in Skelmersdale. I ran the Roman Empire. I was a lavatory
attendant in Hull. I am everybody and everybody is me. Spirit. Who put
the spirit in matter? Love.
Like the jah wobble track http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rvhWt73q8Xw
And now the buildings change. Now the people change.
Everything changing. Spirit and matter most apparent. Realised there
never was anything to worry about, to doubt was insane. The limited,
callow, isolated individuals living on housing estates in Chingford,
large detached houses in Kew, tower blocks on the Tottenham marshes,
become my gods. I see an accounts clerk from Tooting, I see Zeus. A
sanitary inspector from the London Borough of Haringay, and Brahmin
stands resplendent before me. For five minutes I love everybody. There
is only love. All action ceases. The Mile End Road, once a blood-stained
battleground of Bacchanalian excess, becomes the Garden of Gethsemane. A
bitter, 72-year old ex-docker becomes the ever-compassionate Buddha. A
Cypriot minicab driver becomes St Francis of Assissi. The 22-year-old
Glaswegian checkout girl is the divine mother. I love everybody. My
spirit is free. I am limitless in space, time and matter, simultaneously
the planet Neptune, part of the structural support to Vauxhall Bridge. I
am your left breast, I am Stepney, I am Peru, I am divine and so are
you. I love everybody. I am nothing except a mere cluster of notes, a
road sign in Skelmersdale. I ran the Roman Empire. I was a lavatory
attendant in Hull. I am everybody and everybody is me. Spirit. Who put
the spirit in matter? Love.