EXPERIMENTING! . . . .So delicious. . . .so savoury
Take the bought puff pastry bits left over from a pie, or whatever and use them up so simply to create 'naughty little nibblers'. . . . . . like this: Gently scrunch up the left over bits and pieces in your warm hands, into a soft pliable dough - roll it out very thinly. Use pastry cutter (any kind you have - round, fluted?), and cut out as many as you can, do the same again with new 'bits'.
Our 'Black Whole'
Swirling magnificence. A cauldron hot with turmoil, vast and spacious, so wide so eternal, no edges can find their way, even near. Far cannot be spoken, twisted on a tongue wrapped around the cosmic ethers. Churning and grinding a sound, so deafening, it is impossible to mouth. To hear is explosive. A blast ripping its way through fountains, dumped of fire scattered through eternity, to the plummet well - way, way beyond the deepest shear, hanging void. Floating and whisping and curling into the holographic spiral of never. Ever in longing, ever in pulling, ever in breaking openness. So wide, so enfolding, so ripping outward boundless into me - pouring into me - filling into me - falling wholly into me in fullness. Into ears edging sweetly into milky softness, into stillness so deep, so profound I am bound. In bondage now to feel, to wisp a tiny pinprick of beauty. A butterfly of rapture with delicate wings painted with the colours of bloom of glory of loveliness. I spin. The ocean pulses, pulls its edges in, nets the stars and rainbows, stellar lights and galaxies of forever now caught. Compressed. Reformed. Sculpted. Pulled tightly into this web, your vessel, this silent thread taut and singing soprano, dancing on the bass and fingering the notes of life into me. Wholly into me. I open my eyes, crystal and fragile. A glint, a portal now, of light, a bright shaft, an offering of creation - and I see YOU . . ! I see only you. I know now, only you - you out there, mirroring into me. In this entirety, this unity, this multiplicity, this fortunate possibility, this canvas stretched as far as I can see, as deep as I can feel, as broad as I am able. You are all I have. You, are the brush-strokes of my world, you are this potential - My lake of stillness, the polished glass of symbol reflecting back to me; The beauty, The agony, The peace, The visioning, my purpose, my existence here. Without you I cannot see, without you I cannot feel, without you I cannot know, without you I cannot find my way back. You are my 'Other' - my Brother, my black hole, my inside-out, my lake of possibility, my swimming home, my gravity and my pull to wholeness - without this vision of you this circle has no joining, this ring no centre, without you at my core I cannot experience this 'Self' of which I am a spark, now scattered into countless pearls of wisdom filled with all you are, all that I am, here within me, pounding in my chest, this throb of life, this test of Re.membering, pulling back inward, somersaulting outwards, folding away the edges, revealing only you - knowing only me in this boundless sea, this edgeless experience of thus, thou and me! we ARE we. We can only ever 'BE' this part of thee in Wholeness..... I simply breathe and know what all of 'you' ARE . . . . . . . . . . . So Hum . . . . . (you Are, therefore I Am) |
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