Up Close 2b

Female alto voice, violins, harp, techno, pulsing beats, layered vocals, flute, oboe

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The Star-Chart of your natural flow is threaded throughout your life, and the Up Close breath of your own breathing allows you to ascertain the way forward. Allow the deep Magic, the wild nature to inform you of what you used to Know. Be at peace with Up Close, be ready for Up Close, be
willing to be Up Close, and you will see the Magic unfurl
its red flag on the Red Thread of Purpose, Purpose
always aligned with the Mother. The Mother of Compassion, Love, and Well-Being, the Well, deep and not without Mystery, not without darkness, not with out Water over your head and holding your breath. The Well of Being is the travel you committed to when you chose. You chose this life, you chose this Time, you chose this Space, you chose this living, you chose this unfolding. Don’t try to put it back in the bottle, it is spilled ink that
has stained you, you are marked with its color, its scent,
its ringing in your ears. Don’t trim your ears again, instead listen to what is in front of you, witness yourself being in front of what you are in front of. Observe your trust in the Mother and why it is She who has gifted you with what you thought you did not want. Rest assured gifts come in all sizes and packages, and you are the one that allows yourself to be available to the Mystery. The feelings forged in the earlier parts of our lives have now become part of who we feel we are. That is what living is about, moving feelings through stories, moving stories through feelings, and layering down the Fibers of our Listening. We channel this through the registries of all that we endure, all that we respond to, all that we long for, all that we feel gestating into, the prowess we need to know our territory. We succeed ourselves, by the patting down of the nature
we find, it allows us relief, access, registers, and power,
the amalgamated communion that we engage in, to live
fully our Body Zero zone. In the beginning of time there was an Intention that threaded through the very fibers of feelings we registered. We registered light, we register dark, and we registered the between. As Beings, that have learned to gather wisdom, from every intricate fiber of registry, we never miss a Code, we never miss a click, we never miss a laid down, even though we may not speak of it. There is always a click to hear, and a registry that binds us to the living nature of Awareness, that muscles through our senses, and stays open, even to what we do not want to know, feel, or notice. When the compass registers, the body clicks, analyses, seals, and delivers, and in the nature of living we find the ways that this delivery happens. Sometimes it emotions, other times it weighs in, but the emotionary awareness has all levels of registry available. We are called, we are witnessed, and the Aviary Emotionary System is always awake to our needs. We move through under ourselves, and we must not become numb to our own registries. When we feel,
we are full voice of; what is living, desiring, hoping for
within us. The innocence of our lives never fades, in so many ways we are new born, inside of each moment in time.There never is a repeat, access, or non-witness. The loudness just shifts in tones of epicury rhythms. In this time of evolutionary rhythms, we are becoming more procured, in this ability to live in more exquisite sensorial realizations. Promise yourself to become more alive, than what you have witnessed up to now. Smell the smell of the smell, of smelling. Breathe the breath, of the breath breathing. Taste the taste, of the whole world tasting. Become the memory maker, of what makes memory. Don’t just smell the Garden, be the Garden. Be the
Garden smelling you smelling what still allows smelling,
to reign in the sensorial memory. Be the barker of the bark of the Dog. Be the Dog of what barks at the Moon, be the Moon that barks back at the Dog barking, as you bark your way through the Continent of Awareness. When you’ve learned to be the responder, of what needs
response, and the response, of what needs the responder,
you will be flush, and your hand will win the game,
and signal your course ahead, so you will know whose
coming, and feel safe that it is you, yourself, not another
you barely know. Knock knock knock, the morning drift of every day, will fill your senses of the day before. It knows the world you live in, Potentarily. Light your morning with the smell of your interiority received.

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The Star-Chart of your natural flow is threaded throughout your life, and the Up Close breath of your own breathing allows you to ascertain the way forward. Allow the deep Magic, the wild nature to inform you of what you used to Know. Be at peace with Up Close, be ready for Up Close, be willing to be Up Close, and you will see the Magic unfurl its red flag on the Red Thread of Purpose, Purpose always aligned with the Mother. The Mother of Compassion, Love, and Well-Being, the Well, deep and not without Mystery, not without darkness, not with out Water over your head and holding your breath. The Well of Being is the travel you committed to when you chose. You chose this life, you chose this Time, you chose this Space, you chose this living, you chose this unfolding. Don’t try to put it back in the bottle, it is spilled ink that has stained you, you are marked with its color, its scent, its ringing in your ears. Don’t trim your ears again, instead listen to what is in front of you, witness yourself being in front of what you are in front of. Observe your trust in the Mother and why it is She who has gifted you with what you thought you did not want. Rest assured gifts come in all sizes and packages, and you are the one that allows yourself to be available to the Mystery. The feelings forged in the earlier parts of our lives have now become part of who we feel we are. That is what living is about, moving feelings through stories, moving stories through feelings, and layering down the Fibers of our Listening. We channel this through the registries of all that we endure, all that we respond to, all that we long for, all that we feel gestating into, the prowess we need to know our territory. We succeed ourselves, by the patting down of the nature we find, it allows us relief, access, registers, and power, the amalgamated communion that we engage in, to live fully our Body Zero zone. In the beginning of time there was an Intention that threaded through the very fibers of feelings we registered. We registered light, we register dark, and we registered the between. As Beings, that have learned to gather wisdom, from every intricate fiber of registry, we never miss a Code, we never miss a click, we never miss a laid down, even though we may not speak of it. There is always a click to hear, and a registry that binds us to the living nature of Awareness, that muscles through our senses, and stays open, even to what we do not want to know, feel, or notice. When the compass registers, the body clicks, analyses, seals, and delivers, and in the nature of living we find the ways that this delivery happens. Sometimes it emotions, other times it weighs in, but the emotionary awareness has all levels of registry available. We are called, we are witnessed, and the Aviary Emotionary System is always awake to our needs. We move through under ourselves, and we must not become numb to our own registries. When we feel, we are full voice of; what is living, desiring, hoping for within us. The innocence of our lives never fades, in so many ways we are new born, inside of each moment in time.There never is a repeat, access, or non-witness. The loudness just shifts in tones of epicury rhythms. In this time of evolutionary rhythms, we are becoming more procured, in this ability to live in more exquisite sensorial realizations. Promise yourself to become more alive, than what you have witnessed up to now. Smell the smell of the smell, of smelling. Breathe the breath, of the breath breathing. Taste the taste, of the whole world tasting. Become the memory maker, of what makes memory. Don’t just smell the Garden, be the Garden. Be the Garden smelling you smelling what still allows smelling, to reign in the sensorial memory. Be the barker of the bark of the Dog. Be the Dog of what barks at the Moon, be the Moon that barks back at the Dog barking, as you bark your way through the Continent of Awareness. When you’ve learned to be the responder, of what needs response, and the response, of what needs the responder, you will be flush, and your hand will win the game, and signal your course ahead, so you will know whose coming, and feel safe that it is you, yourself, not another you barely know. Knock knock knock, the morning drift of every day, will fill your senses of the day before. It knows the world you live in, Potentarily. Light your morning with the smell of your interiority received.

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