Window of One's Own 17

9/29/06
Defined

Looking through the crystal clear sky of emerging day I feel a new cut of
suit.

Each day this cut of suit is deeper till finally one feels fully cut out and
the edges of one's persona are defined.

This defined persona is then ready to be consumed by the character of
the soul.

We no longer feel separate because we are the manna of the soul.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane




		"Defined" by Clarity

9/28/06
Open to the Language

Many layers of rooms peering through many doors until I find the room
of this day.

A room filled with light and a cleverness of color that I have not, as of
yet, seen.

I pose at the window of this room and see into the distance.

I reward myself for the courage, and I pick up once again the meaning
of my life, that consumes the expansion of the spiral each day.

I open to the language that now increases into my time.

Sound travels through me and I allow more space between doubt and
curiosity.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Open to the Language" by Clarity

9/27/06
Rare Gift

Poured into my own space, I accept the rare gift of feeling time reach
into my space and create a sense of meaning.

The day gives to its own desire and I give to mine. I take wholly my
needs and water runs through me.

I become like a sieve and I learn to find gold in the empty pan.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



		"Rare Gift" by Clarity

9/26/06
Mystery of the Stars

Awakened is the nature of giving time to thought that regards the
sacred threads of seeking.

Golden is the circumference of the philosopher's stone and it levitates
the sirius of events till the mystery of the stars unfolds a canvas.

In the place where wisdom lies, the feeling of answer resides in a
raptured repose that sifts through the sorted passion of feeling, inside a
cut of weave.

A pattern unfolds and I bend in isolation of a future view that humbles
the seeker in me. -- Chalice Cup

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Mystery of the Stars" by Clarity

9/25/06
Light Begins to Emerge

Morning coming before the light begins to emerge from its other world.

The nature of truth penetrates me and my senses are turned on an
edge of clarity.

To be true one must smell the dirt of intention and be clear to the
source just under the surface.

To sit inside a way to be, only from the intention of who you are.

To step up to the plate of power, to see one's work as a power in itself
and allow it the dignity of place inside the concept of worth that is
greater than what is valued in a frame so small as art.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Light Begins to Emerge" by Clarity

9/24/06
Take the Time

Toning the pleasure of dreamtime into my senses, I awaken out of
breath, as if the intensity of connection was hard to break.

I fold into the vision by drawing and my body sits more wholly into itself.

The day paces itself before me and I make no gesture of surrender to
its late.

I write and take the time I need to be wise instead of insane.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



		"Take the Time" by Clarity

9/23/06
Space in Understanding

Up in the night with the increased flow of the equinox moon, I can feel
the shift of an era and the face of a new will that endures the restless
nature of our time.

I move between the raptured repose and the meaning of being engaged
in living from this space in understanding.

I now have a journal where I draw and write this raptured repose when
awakening.

This is setting a new will into my day.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Space in Understanding" by Clarity

9/21/06
New Era

A shift in the balance of life is felt and the very beginning of a new era is
given room to expand.

I am up early to feel the full frame of this time.

I move through the waves of sleep and pour into the well of my own
chalice cup.

I take the gold of my equation and lift the seal of time till I see the full
radiance of what is beginning to tip.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"New Era" by Clarity

9/20/06
Flows Through Me

The morning begins to flow through me and I enclose myself within the
sweet pattern of morning rain.

Less achy and much more resolved in what I feel.

I move through the sitting posture with more ease and we read a
finished body of work "The Red Book Talon" in morning sangha for our
family.

This was started in 2004 and finished in 2006. When I write a body of
work it always amazes me how much living must come within and
between its pages.

When I wrote this I hardly understood it, but I have more eyes now, so it
is sweet to the mind at last.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Flows Through Me" by Clarity

919/06
Rotation

Coming into the soft pleasure of what now begins to open to me.

I rotate my mind with my body in a full stretch of consciousness.

Still achy, moving through the layers of time I give myself.

I listen to singing bowls and allow them to roll into my ears, so I can
release what aches to speak.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Body, Mind, and Spirit" by Clarity

9/18/06
Different

Speaking into the early silence of rising, I awaken my senses to my night
and I calculate the change.

Different is each day and different is each morning feeling.

Sometimes I feel I should be the same each morning or have a rhythm
that becomes my life, but it never happens and I realize that is not
actually what I am seeking.

The world seeks routine and automatic response and thought, but I
want to always see things as they are different every moment.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Fairie Deck #3c" by Clarity

9/17/06
Weave into the Hope

The day awakens me, I feel achy and cave-like.

I move through the threads of myself and find an end to grasp and
weave into the hope I need, so I can dream a larger dream and surface
my desires into a clearer view.

I ground mt hand in words and I stretch into the part of my mind that no
one owns except me.

I sit inside the comfort of myself and feel the edges of some clarity.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Weave Into" by Clarity

9/15/06
Repose

Concealed is the largest emotion of sleep and that is the ecstasy of the
raptured repose.

The repose hidden in the shadows of dream that is never remembered
because it is beyond the eye of the mind.

Without this repose we cannot live because the purpose of our very
existence is held within the boat of this treasured innocence. Here we
are in communion with the original pattern of who we are.

Today I awaken within the realization of the Eye of this memory.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Repose" by Clarity

9/14/06
Layers of Realization

Up between the layers of realization and mystery.

I hold myself close to the eye of my own sacred witness and I look into
the face of this day.

It is primed with the internal, wind, cloudy and a quiet repose from the
night.

I climb down out of the tower of my questions and spin the lace of what I
see as I look though the many holes of perception.-- Tywaz.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Layers of Realization" by Clarity

9/13/06
Center Our Day

Morning, a place we center our day from. How we rise puts us in a place
that we view our potential from.

I write mornings, because I want this view to unwind the tangle inside the
rush that tries to move us up and out blind and deaf to what we follow.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Center Our Day" by Clarity

9/12/06
Into the Face of This Day

Looking into the face of this day, I pour my power into its wings and the
morning light unfolds the thin layer of air between.

The tissue layer of thought tears away and I become ready for the
morning light as it stiffens the wings of flight.

I allow realization to lift me in a steady centered power.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Into the Face of this Day" by Clarity

9/11/06
Layers of Pattern

Up through the layers of pattern that vibrate the truth of my day.

I lay awake within their many colors and take in deeply the voice of their
nurturence.

Relief spreads over me, I find the key to the language I reach for and I
begin to speak in the many voices of its many eyes.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Layers of Patterns" by Clarity

9/9/06
Up Within the Question

Up within the question of why one lives and the forgiveness of why one
does not.

The intention to become more aware of the very true nature of living.

It is right under the surface of why one dies. Why do some die slowly
and others quickly?

In all there has been a decision made about living.

Dying does not interest me near as much as living, because I feel I
came here from there and living is what I entered.

I came here into the center of living, so what is it really?

I sit in the answer with my question.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Within the Question" by Clarity

9/8/06
Smallest

Awakened by the tiniest of moment. I gather the true nature of myself.
I am a seeker of all that belongs to a certain feeling, a feeling that rings
within my body, mind, and soul.

A beginning I remember, a note I know, the smallest particle awareness I
sense.

My dreams have come down to a small intricate world. A particle
awareness.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



		"Particle Awareness" by Clarity

9/7/06
Intention

Intention, a curious option, a powerful will, a seeded thought. Truth
being the connection to intention, I open my heart to myself and fold into
myself the comfort of knowing my own intention.

Life holds us close to who we are and the truth of intention has no
pretend.

The clarity of sight becomes a prerequisite of the center of what stirs
within the soul.

This day awakens me in her earliest of hours and I sense the very edge
of its light, the very cut of its thread, the center of its intention.
Nurturence.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Intention" by Clarity

9/5/06

One Night's Work

Up into the quiet space of morning chimes tinkling outside our window,
as the wind gives voice to Oya.

Speaking wisely to myself, I brush away the cobwebs of eons that have
formed in the time I have slept.

There are thoughts, old thoughts that have dead roots, that come to the
rise of my body from sleep and I realize they no longer have any
rootedness.

I sweep them out with a Broom and plant the seeds of new thought
where they once grew as if they were real.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



		"One Night's Work" by Clarity

9/4/06

Simple Movements

Space fills me and gives me room.

Rain washing through the sounds of this morning.

The labor of life becomes more meaningful in its gesture to create
purpose, and I forgive myself for the time spent in simple movements
that living seems to require.

I bring light into my cost and spend the time more freely -- creating
money in the years of process without taking a sense of failure. --
Raven with food in her mouth.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



		"Simple Movements" by Clarity

9/3/06

Sacred Sanctuary

Written within the pages of knowledge is the destiny of who we are and
this destiny is evolving on many levels at once.

Periodically we sit into the sacred sanctuary of ourselves and drink from
the cup of knowledge, and become inspired for the gathering of
commitment that will give us the endurance we need, to follow the path
of our dreams.

To dream a little is a lot. To dream a lot is very little if one does not
follow the path to completion.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Sanctuary" by Clarity

9/206

Power of Matter

Clarity coming from the art of the power of listening. I wonder how many
angles of power there are when one listens deeply.

To hear the breath of destiny pass through you and the vision of desire
sink deep into your veins.

To be in a place of power yourself, as if it matters to be in matter, is the
manna of existence.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Matter" by Clarity

9/1/06
Keeping Pace

Keeping pace with my mind, I move into more clarity of what it is that this
time seeks.

These visions of a lifetime now collaborate to come together, so that the
role of the soul in the life of the body becomes clearly understood, and
that this understanding becomes realized in the mind.

(c) 2006 Raven Su.Sane



	"Keeping Pace" by Clarity