what needs have sidereal motion?

“The things to do are: the things that need doing: that you see need to be done, and that no one else seems to see need to be done. Then you will conceive your own way of doing that which needs to be done --that no one else has told you to do or how to do it. This will bring out the real you that often gets buried inside a character that has acquired a superficial array of behaviors induced or imposed by others on the individual.”

~R. Buckminster Fuller




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sidereal motion revisited

see, the thing is, there are so many things to be done. i just chickenshit right out and do seemingly nothing. i do the thing that takes the shortest time, the thing that i am most comfortable with, the thing that has perhaps the most limited reward, the thing that could most likely be done without. there are not enough hours in the day, and by the time i am settled in to go about the things that make the most sense, i am tired of waking life and all the nuances of responsibilities. the modern training is to consume that which is presented and own it as my own, and it is nearly impossible to escape the paradigm. the planet spins, the race is on, and contrary to all the hype, it is only with myself. i am captured by tides of awareness and motivation, and i can only pause and wonder if like the oceans i am pulled and pushed into myself by that lovely and horrific moon. which reminds me of something else, and i continue to be distracted... limping away from my life, staring through the window of the past at that giant shimmering mirror like narcissus... and in that image i found this, again (and again, and again...)

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more sidereal motion
[august o1, 2oo4]

was captured by blue moon last night for more than a moment. the moon seems like an interloper. something moving between me and the stars. she is a reminder of my terrestrial prison, a watcher, a guard, a cosmic laugh out loud at my foibles and dreams, and murderous in her silence.

the moon is a harbinger, always present when i hate her the most.

sometimes i gaze lovingly upon the moon (only when she is low in the sky and earth still fills my periphery), knowing that she watches me, but mostly i hate that bitch. mother earth heals me and vaults me to the stars. moon always brings me back, unhappy, before i am ready, before the party is over, and before i want to go to bed.

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it occurs to me i am echo and narcissus in a co-junct binding

...and these aspects are chronic.



dance, monkeymind.


dance. this seems to need to be done.