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Pueblitos y volcanes

wayqey Jorge

Tlazokamati Urpillay Sonqollay wayqey Jorgito, me extendiste la mano, compartiste el calor de tu Alma, el Fuego Sagrado, un cigarrito. Y mucho mas.

 Te doy mi palabra que continuaré en nuestro trabajo, compartiendo con humildad lo que compartimos. Recordando que de alguna manera cada uno es todo, que no dejamos de existir al dejar nuestro cuerpo fisico

el reencuentro con el Gran Espiritu
 el gran amigo
 el amor infiinito
el volver
regresar
el soltar

breaking open



 Bendiciones mi carnal.

John O'Dononue

'May there be some beautiful surprise
Waiting for you inside death
Something you never knew or felt,
Which with one simple touch
Absolves you of all loneliness and loss,
As you quicken within the embrace
For which your soul was eternally made.

'May your heart be speechless
At the sight of the truth
Of all your belief had hoped,
Your heart breathless
In the light and lightness
Where each and every thing
Is at last its true self
Within that serene belonging
That dwells beside us
On the other side
Of what we see.'

Everett Ruess

Reading this correspondence, one is struck by Ruess's craving for connection with the natural world and by his almost incendiary passion for the country through which he walked. "I had some terrific experiences in the wilderness since I wrote you last - overpowering, overwhelming," he gushed to his friend Cornel Tengel. "But then I am always being overwhelmed. I require it to sustain life."


I have been thinking more and more that I shall always be a lone wanderer of the wilderness. God, how the trail lures me. You cannot comprehend its resistless fascination for me. After all the lone trail is the best...I'll never stop wandering. And when the time comes to die I'll find the wildest, loneliest, most desolate spot there is.
The beauty of this country is becoming part of me. I feel more detached from life and somehow gentler....I have some good friends here but no one who really understands why I am here or what I do. I don't know of anyone, though, who would have more than a partial understanding; I have gone too far alone.
I have always been unsatisfied with life as most people live it. Always I want to live more intensely and richly.

from "Into The Wild" by Jon Krakauer

Icaro de Alto y Manta - Alonso del Rio

stress

a dog chasing its tail, or chewing the fur off it, even.
no different

how to accept my role in the demise of my mother's sanity, when it was always in danger, she was always a likely precipice-faller. the pressure to perform, to strive, to show the hunger and ambition that she had and can only truly come from physical hunger, and poverty.
had the opposite effect
no ambition.
the only desire, to not desire, to just be with no heed for past or future. impossible 

embrace the abyss, i might say, as i have. or claim
proclaim

now it's not the banter bluster of youth. chemo put all that, and so much more, into perspective.

simply grateful to be alive, again, and once more. but what else, what more, how is what i'm doing with my life showing gratitude to Ometeotl for prolonging my sojourn on this earthly plane?
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"It was comic and it was pitiable, but it wasn't less comic because the man was dead. Death doesn't change comedy to tragedy, and if that last gesture was one of affection, I suppose it was only one more indication of a human being's capacity for self-deception, our baseless optimism that is so much more appalling than our despair"

from "Across the Bridge" by Graham Greene