2013.03.28 _ 72

Yesterday I tried to describe a pattern but stopped short of doing so. In sleep, the hands of my mind continued to work with the textures and details to smooth it out a little more so that I could understand more of what I was seeing. This time what I saw was clear substance like liquid and a droplet with a thought. The clear substance was the potential or pre-beginning, and the droplet was the seed of a thought... but more like a hint of dye. Then it cleared and it was apparent that the thought didn't need to have a dye, that the droplet could have a no-thought and this permeate the day in much the same way as a theme feels to take over. Indeed this happens but it is interesting to write it out.

Grateful for the calm after the storm

::: A being of light
::: In the hereafter sphinx's paws
::: Breaks sound barrier

Meditated in the evening (as I did yesterday, but I couldn't write about it then).

Meditated in a different room than I usually do. Strange how all rooms have their own energy/mood, as do the times of the day and the year.

Able to appreciate how a certain listening can 'crack things open'
In a transformative way. Often is easier to listen to another rather
in such a way rather than see the opening effects of one's own self awareness and notation.
We ever seem to remain more blind to ourselves...