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1-26-2007
So, I thought I would make a few improvements here, and in the process I discovered the Hideous Black Mold growing inside of my bedroom walls. The previous owner apparently had a water leak and thus the mold. I tore the walls out and started putting new walls up. Then a relative of mine offered to give me a used washer and dryer. I really need these appliances so I started making the utility room ready for them. Inside the walls, I found more black mold! It is looking as if the previous owners were careless with water anyplace that water was used. I am now rebuilding the utility room.
Oh well, when I am done it will be better than new. Good thing that the materials are cheap and I don't have to pay for labor since I am doing it myself but it is a lot of work.
Winter did not start here until about January 15; usually it gets cold in November and stays that way until March. Now it's cold and I can't wait for Spring.
I have plans...
Here are some recent writings for you:
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Weaving in Colors
When last I saw her, she was fading out in colors
And now, after many curiously tapered thoughts
I am again blessed by the reality, not the haunting
Two dimensional aspect of her memory-ghost
She comes from the enticing Realm of Not
And she glitters in my sight as she weaves
The tapestry that I feel is oh so intriguing
It is drawing me in, as it always does…
The memories shout as they come alive
Now I remember that I have always been
Be/ been/ will be here at the center always
I am the being at the center of the pattern
A ? number of times I remember/ create Now
This is reality, not the eye-blink I've just left
When last I saw him, he was stationary in layers
And now, the thought-road is stacked with paths
I am again haunted by the blessed fantasy
The nine dimensional spirit that animates her
I dwell in the all-existing Realm of Can-be
And I cause the Shadows to live and dance
The gradients of realities; shades of colors
That make up an all-too-real work of art
I am drawn outward, as I always am, I remember
As I fall towards another precious life-dream-chapter
It's weird, but I'm glad that she is nearly always
][With me][
9~25~2006
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Relativity
Right now I am wondering
How many of my precious sibling foci
Have found in their wandering
The path that leads to their loci
I know of a self that looks
In numerous unlikely places
He reads many old books
He's haunted by shadowy faces
In dreams, he knows about all
And tries to awaken Knowing
The truths but can't quite recall
The purpose behind his Growing
And there is another one, flowing
Into the layers of our self, reading
Words of being written and showing
A new interesting truth she is needing
I saluted her in passing one night
And she told me her name
Her action was meant to be polite
But I fell to earth, to my shame
All the same, we are fellow parts
Of an unexpressably large being
Whose dreamlands are not on charts
And, good thing, will never all be seen
Because we all need room to grow
Don't you know?
Pleasant dreams, 9-20-2006
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New Dreams
A new place to call my home now
Chosen from amongst the probabilities
It emerges uncertainly from the haze
I'll call it 'The House on the Corner'
I've replaced the previous residents
They were not exactly beloved
But where do I fit in
And what are the possibilities here?
Make yourselves known to me, neighbors
Where do you stand, what do you believe?
What will you make of me, hmmm?
Where are the ones that I seek?
My ancient self wishes to expand
Dead ends surround me
But I weave between them
And the path to fulfillment is clear
I wonder what I will choose to manifest?
The realm of choices is wide open now.
A bright New Star in the West
Catches my eye tonight
It's probably just a tower beacon
But I've never seen one so bright
Why tonight, and of course, it's my decision
What would I like for it to represent?
I dreamed that old friends came to visit
The most intriquing family from the past
Stood on my doorstep, smiling for me
And they greeted me warmly, so welcome
What do I want it to mean?!?
Will the desired-future-me
And the beloved past-self I yearn for
Merge now in the singularity of the Present?
The moment-point, the point of power
The ever-so-spacious present
Always becoming, and never arriving
New probabilities intersect and, you know
Reveal new fascinating roads to travel
Beginning at the intersection where I live
Now known as 'The House on the Corner'
9-16-2006
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