Dear Wayfarer
Hola Y buenas tardes! Ā”Bienvenidos a este dĆa de celebraciĆ³n y comuniĆ³n! Thank you sisters and brothers in allowing myself an opportunity of embracing the luminescence of our cosmic becoming! Bliss blasts all detritus, all scales, all klesa from our eyes simply in the virtue of being present in; & with this, gift of numinosity fractellating.
Now we harmonize amidst a witnessing of snow clothing this world. Behold our chalices serenading Silence as this cornucopias of offerings! Drink from the wellspring spiced with moonlight while surrendering egoism closing off heart and larder.
Ecstasy sends bounties of dying as leaves & snow swirl aboutĀ our plight! It is most sacrosanct in witnessing love lay bare its truth as our communing!Ā Here is where our galaxy of SoulFamily jams on the 1! Now we gather around a conflagration near this sea;Ā while allowing laughter its tax!Ā Ā
Winter Solstice blesses with the urge of casting bones , dumped upon the soil of OUR SoulBody, as a harvest of excavation. Our clinging of klese release themselves as arrows of effigies baptizing our SOULFAMILY in a supernova of serendipity!Ā Ā
Healing IS this acceptance and recognition of our inlaid ability in BEING gratitude! How could this not be if we resonate with rhythms beyond the reach of those blinded by lesser ephemeralities?
Now the branch embraces its load only in a response of letting go! Snow gathers as it falls, no? Why not let these vestiges of memories, truly point-particle fantasies, merge with & as a twilight beckoning dawn our way? Zion Train is this serenade of hope hidden even within the carcasses of the damned.
Yes-it is true- tombs swollen with destitution fetid and fell shuffle past in search of a soul’s bounty! Rabid with the miasma of ( while also excreting) egotism; revenants resemble a ravesnousness bearing savagering only Humboldt squid, prions, & viruses seek.
It is also true that a contrivance, already automated and inherently faithless, has burned away as so many forests. How many trees still write theirĀ writhing as a devastation of disrespect towards Principle gestating? See how rust rapes the steel while a gleaming of incisors rip and rend their servants; irrelevancies self-annihilating? Ā
Today- We are as an aurora roaring into and as our galaxy girding our VICTORY! Today we are la ofrenda, la familia, la sangha, la congregacion, la comunidad! We arrive as dreams venturing a jazz swaying our play.
How could we allow a fettering of our minds by vermin defecating fallacies also found upon their tongues? We are divided NOT by those predating with negative integers where hearts would be. Atonal is their dying while mirroring metronomes of hope towards OUR SOULFAMILY.
WE ARE VICTORIOUS!
It matters NOT AT ALL as to how many revenants, rotting and rusting, drown in their hallucinations guillotining with a debt karma bore! WE are sojourners who surf the wavelengths of SpaceRhyme itself!
Our anguish emodied in its seaering; seems the hand hewing with a whip. I cannot deny this suchness sundering all worlds; or so it would SEEM….
Yet there it isā¦āit would seemā How do I know what seems this way is actually such?How is that memories of sorrow river joy as a delighting in TODAY? When do we best embody awe resonating?
For myself- her kiss is inlaid with grace dancing as almonds upon my tongue; cinnamon upon my lips now where her absence was. I am blessed with a bleeding of nectar from fruit too swollen and sacred. I love you Rabia; mi acharya of the House of Kahlo Sensei!
It is a privilege to be a lighthouse rooted and aligned with lotuses alight upon a hearth celestial and searing! Regardless of our shared trevails; our larder is quite full indeed! Now that we can do more; and surely with our mustneeds, how does a bacchnalia of soulfamily honoring the Kosmos?
We give much of what we harvest; why not fasten hands in jubilation of our THRIVING? How does it feel in erupting as leagues of symphonies; fleeting though we may be? How is this love not everpresently a blessing blazing!
In exaltation; I beseech you in congregating as a drunkeing of starlight! Where mountains grow; a rumba rumbles a revelation of delighting in midnight! We will wander along valleys, dismissing slivers of death-too insulting for spirits , drunkened with meads marrying our eyes to feasts found in ambrosia, manna, and perhapsā¦. Not a absence of absintheā¦ Merry Solstice!
Your Upon the Way;
An Unknown Kraftsman- Humanist Chaplain
Dr. Miguel Moor PH.D ACHARYA/HUMANIST CHAPLAIN (M.DIV) SENATOR 
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