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This weaving of time, this time of weaving timelessness. The gaps — gaping — grasping —empty. The drum— beats —— beats —— beats —space. Offering— phat phat —— phat phat —— phat phat —raindrops. Grow.
This weaving of time, this time of weaving timelessness. The gaps — gaping — grasping —empty. The drum— beats —— beats —— beats —space. Offering— phat phat —— phat phat —— phat phat —raindrops. Grow.
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In the crepuscular hour, twilight twines twilight rainbow body delights. Dance Newly Ascending meets and remeets, again weaving molecular shadows. White, Red, Blue, Yellow, and Green; these are the colors which I have seen. In visionary appearance, the never-ending visions never come to an end… or do they? The rainbow bridge is everywhere and no… […]
I’ve come not to take but to be taken, spirit shaken, dragged along, stolen away, heart and soul. Movement is a spring of happiness; How the world blossoms around you but the petals spiral in the wind of your waken. Disappear quickly and show yourself slowly; Love prays in the heavens, the monkey dances. I’m […]
I find myself perfectly perched at the edge of an abyss stepping out into a formless mist of morning fog, I find myself in love with Portland, though she leaves me in a veritable quandary wondering which of her many bridges leads to her heart. I seem to have two hearts, one from the future, […]
This chapter describes one basic model of associative memory, called the sparse distributed memory, and relates it to other models and circuits: to ordinary computer memory, to correlation-matrix memories, to feed-forward artificial neural nets, to neural circuits in the brain, and to associative-memory models of the cerebellum. Presenting the various designs within one framework will […]
Hitting the Essence in Three Words “The Special Teaching of the Wise and Glorious King” The Root Text Herein is contained The Special Teaching of the Wise and Glorious King, together with its commentary. Homage to the master! The view is Longchen Rabjam: infinite, vast expanse. Meditation is Khyentse Özer: rays of wisdom and love. Action […]
Skye Love Hill is a writer of mystical poetics, emergent technology, and recursive myth. This translation began in 1985 and remains one of her most personal works of recovery. It is not a scholarly rendering but a devotional resonance. — Skye Love Hill, July 7, 2025. From the Power was I sent forth, and unto […]
to wound the autumnal city. So howled out for the world to give him a name. The in-dark answered with wind. All you know I know: careening astronauts and bank clerks glancing at the clock before lunch; actresses cowling at light-ringed mirrors and freight elevator operators grinding a thumbful of grease on a steel handle; […]
My Lady, the Amazement of the Land, the Lone Star, The Brave One who appears first in the heavens– All the lands fear her. In the pure places of the steppe, On the high roofs of the dwellings, On the platforms of the city, They make offerings to her: Piles of incense like sweet-smelling cedar, […]