…the once lived now

April 25, 2010 § Leave a comment

The truth that was hidden there, opened all along, let itself be known as it is absolutely real & shared by many.

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…not a secret, but merely hidden beneath my perspective, my viewpoint. It was preserved while waiting, protected & not unknowable.

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Sustained there as if the recognition was a vivid possible waiting to be known & understood. Let me not risk being a fool to observe it here.

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Suspended here & divulged here as it was opaque, spoken of, as it is now clear. a call to truth. truth as it always has been tangible.

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The facts of this keyboard, the truth of my fingers, & the truth of your eyes, your teeth, are embedded & bridled with truth.

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Not only a touchable truth, also a truth of a transcendental shared knowing, closer to a common experience. This is not rare, it’s now.

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…the once lived now.

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The way it fans-out, the way it’s unpacked is not a series of images or scenes with stops & starts, and rather it’s traced through full memory.

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As it’s remembered it lets itself be felt. This remembering doesn’t happen with ease, it must be worked-out & coaxed. Where was it then?

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The fallible memory that can be accounted for as imperfect & reliable is with us, fuller than before. The now is always filled with truth.

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Regard the past that was buried in our lives & with the guideline of what is readily summoned-up. All else stems from here.

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We are better off with what is ready & open. Let us also struggle with what has been vague. Within the vagaries we’ll find a preserve.

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That which can be communicated can be given full voice. That which confuses is also within our range. the blend gives us our mystery.

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The presumption is what should be questioned & turned upside-down. Overconfidence can destroy astonishment.

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This or that day was given, while searching for the detail. The quest is rewarded with gorgeous possibilities submerged without & within.

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Attend to what is found in your lived 24/7, find the days openly revealed to you, even the hours that are closed to remembrance.

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That which is closed, introduces us to our limitations. This basic demarcation can be learned. To that, what’s known isn’t ignorable.

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That which is here, assumes everything-else that is not here.

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Many obstructions arrive when the past moment is regarded, namely a simple recognition of what was there to be bracketed & related.

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Let there be [ ? ] a questioning in the bracketed intention.

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Last-night was also lived as a now, a living breathing succession of hours that’s magnified presently by its intention, by its regard.

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The accounting is something like a list & it is like a testimonial. the list though, is a telling like wearing a shirt, or sitting on grass.

aurelio madrid

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