Throbbings...

... in my head, throbbing from the open wound self-inflicted. an enthalpy sensed by the temperatic nerves beneath my atmospheric wrapper. My heart pumps ever onward though I sit here, still. This reaction of reflexively taking into me the air which fuels my corpus vivante by infusing its essential nutrients in the rivers of hemoglobin. Throbbing rivers transport vermilion life, and return deep violet death to be expelled. We are such delicate creatures, living on the balance of diversity in our gene pool. biological miracles of equilibrium.

Each of us born untouched by disease or chemical abuse are pure blood, pure miracle. all around our blue-green sphere we mingle, love share intimate communion, and continue the cycle of miracles. Miracles discounted, devalued, unceremoniously purchased and traded, even extinguished -- they have depreciated so.

The strings of my past lay tattered in places when my true vision failed to recognize the miracle before me. Open wounds, throbbing for attention, subliminally stroking the string, initiating the vibration of recognition and the slow process of healing. A note of love reaching inward prepares and mends the tattered wound until the vibration is recalibrated.

No small feat the recognition of our wounds, let alone the acceptance and motivation to love ourselves through the process of healing. From birth we are programmed to do and believe many things which cloud our true vision. Layers of illusion which accordion before us before we know it, our eyes focus only forward; transfixed by the "pretty pictures". too many pictures on each layer. too many layers which blind us into forgetting about our true vision. It becomes much easier to be given all of these false visions of the world to believe, than to do the work or invest the effort so as to build the skill of our true vision.

True vision has thus far been co-opted, snuffed out or simply allowed to fade away. True vision must be fostered from the beginning of life's breath. At home and in our schools we must teach these miracles to flourish, encourage them to spread their love of self to love those in their community, and give them opportunities to share their vision of the future as co-operative and productive members of society.