the moon's favors: dream redux

2012/09/13

dream redux

Re the below, now (9/13/12) it occurs to me -- I've sent my organ of procreation, those eggs, their potential, back to the cauldron where they originated. But they aren't lost to me, ever. It's just that part of me is there. Not in death, but in the place before birth, where all things originate and where all things return. Not lost to me, but an awareness to explore.

http://themoonsfavors.blogspot.com/2012/05/dream-is-specifically-utterance-of.html

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Words whisper, carrying more than one might know, hypostases, rather than mere understanding. Words grow from roots, spawn families, travel and mingle, get lost, get found, and often marry the strangest bedfellows. Like our bodies, our ideas, and our culture, words evolve, handed down to us from a place beyond memory. As the warp and woof of language, words possess the magic to shape the immaterial into the solid things of psyche ~From my intro to AO's The Archives of the Heart

The Platonic tradition may be likened to an underground river that from time to time sends up a spring; wherever its waters flow, the soul is reborn, and with it the conception of intellectual form, the beautiful, and true art.~ Kathleen Raine