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Common.Place: Golden Mountain.

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This morning before dawn, we climbed The Golden Mountain. Starting off in pitch darkness, shapes emerging gradually from the shadows. Nature emerging from the blackness of nothing. Why is it that you can never see things emerging? Blackness nothing becomes daylight something, slowly. Mountain is approached. Golden peak. In awe.). Questions came to mind. Why do we climb mountains? What are your mountains? What questions are you asking of the world? How did you get here? What brought you here? To simply wa...

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Common.Place: Forms Emerging.

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Sometimes you dont have to talk about it. The doing is a talking. but in any case. A form a day. Approaching it humbly as I ask it to share its elastic knowledge of emerging forms and pure potentiality. I am patient with it. Following its lead, responding to its demands. It yields to my fingers, I test its limits, its ability to stand tall, to retain shape, flow and structure in one single momentous curve. Sometimes it says flat out No! I say, ok, you know best, so what shall you be? Then you become One.

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Common.Place: 02.10

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Happy you're not dead day! This one's for Emr. She's my favourite Lyell and it's her birthday today. Love you poss. Love at her fingertips. Yes, things like this still happen! The following week, perusing down Sydney road she found this note attached to a pole. Actually there was 40 notes and 40 poles. The only information she had told him was that she lives in Brunswick. Now that's effort! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A BLOG curated by. A war with the obvious.

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Common.Place: 06.10

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The Age of Silence. A prelude to ' a conversation (with) touch'. The first language humans had was gestures. There was nothing primitive about this language that flowed from peoples hands, nothing we say now that could not be said in the endless array of movements possible with the fine bones of the fingers and wrists. The gestures were complex and subtle, involving a delicacy of motion that has since been lost completely. Or I feel serious. Because of the frequency of these mistakes, over time the gestu...

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Common.Place: The tale of a sympathetic stone.

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The tale of a sympathetic stone. The tale of a sympathetic stone. One day a stone said to his maker, “I’ve changed my mind. I admit… things aren’t quite as rigid as I once thought. I’ve observed flow. Can I be a river now? And that is the story of how the stone came to desire the river. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sometimes stream of thought. Sometimes more sophisticated ideas. Sometimes project development. Sometimes just a place to put things. But all the time a place for Self A...

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Common.Place: 02.12

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The project of this life. Do I have a voice? Does my voice matter? Does it say anything useful to others? Am I using my hands correctly? Am I fulfilling my exponential potential? Do I hold the right relationship with myself? Do I hold the right relationship with the world around me? What can I do to help the world become more peaceful? What can I do with these hands who want to work; want to create, make, love, caress, tend to, heal, gesticulate, energise, harmonise? The proof that it is, is simply that ...

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Common.Place: 10.10

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No 'think' - just 'be'. A seemingly solid surface - Materia Prima. The following images represent:. A single moment in time. How matter is formed and presented to us. Human interactions, cause and effect. The mapping of a single thought firing and creating more thoughts. 1 million (or so) x magnification on the activity taking place within our concrete world). The fabric of our world:. Of human interactions and appearance of all things material. Nothing is ever still. Even concrete is constantly evolving.

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Common.Place: 08.10

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Such is the thread of life:. Winged like bees,. Goes the thread,. Of everything thats happening. And all that is to come,. Below the earth,. With your people,. String it on your zither. And you will speak with the mouth. Of mighty mountains,. And it will be the rigging. Of a ship,. Hang it with messages,. To wind and weather,. So that, straight again,. In one long line it will wind. Around the world.". From an 'Ode to the Thread' by Pablo Neruda). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.

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Common.Place: 03.10

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Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Sometimes stream of thought. Sometimes more sophisticated ideas. Sometimes project development. Sometimes just a place to put things. But all the time a place for Self Actualisation. Sat-Chit-Anananda. bumping.particles@gmail.com. View my complete profile. A BLOG curated by. A war with the obvious. Sometimes I just need quiet. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.

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Common.Place: 03.12

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Sometimes you dont have to talk about it. The doing is a talking. but in any case. A form a day. Approaching it humbly as I ask it to share its elastic knowledge of emerging forms and pure potentiality. I am patient with it. Following its lead, responding to its demands. It yields to my fingers, I test its limits, its ability to stand tall, to retain shape, flow and structure in one single momentous curve. Sometimes it says flat out No! I say, ok, you know best, so what shall you be? Then you become One.