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<description></description><category></category><section></section></item><item><title>mysticism » central dream channel</title><link>http://phong.com/chunks/data.php?cat=mysticism&amp;file=from.2010-05-31-1117-0.txt</link> 
<description>&lt;p&gt;from this main power generator of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;human&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;unfolds many dream dimensions &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;supported by the central wind channel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(localized &lt;em&gt;center of the universe&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;floors of gardens&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on inner lightship structures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;provide causality for many sentient beings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who are sub-divisions of I, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;born from which I am a subdivision of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;great mother in which I live in her womb -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;may great compassion be so below&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as it is above. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>mysticism</category><section>chunks</section></item><item><title>mysticism » Ten Seconds with God</title><link>http://phong.com/chunks/data.php?cat=mysticism&amp;file=from.2009-10-29-2107-0.txt</link> 
<description>&lt;p&gt;On one particular occasion I created the opportunity to ask god itself the most profound question I could conjur. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So sitting back in the pink and aquamarine star patterned cathedral of the heavens, colored beyond the spectrum - I forgot the question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What is the question??&amp;quot; I humbly cried. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking with a shimmering upon the stars - the voice of perfect silence thundered :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The question is the answer.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just glad God didn't laugh at me - that would have been embarrasing.&lt;/p&gt;</description><category>mysticism</category><section>chunks</section></item><item><title>mysticism » Dreamweave Phoenix</title><link>http://phong.com/chunks/data.php?cat=mysticism&amp;file=from.2009-10-04-2327-0.txt</link> 
<description>&lt;p&gt;the spirits smelled cutting wood&lt;br /&gt;and so they ordered the smell of my blood drops&lt;br /&gt;to stain this shiney new black canvas of&lt;br /&gt;fresh technology for&lt;br /&gt;a spirit worth&lt;br /&gt;dancing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here I am in the spell&lt;br /&gt;of the gods making their way with the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bejeweled heart of diamond -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they will help us all&lt;br /&gt;attain perfection!&lt;/p&gt;</description><category>mysticism</category><section>chunks</section></item><item><title>verse » Way Beyond World</title><link>http://phong.com/chunks/data.php?cat=verse&amp;file=from.2009-07-09-1828-0.txt</link> 
<description>&lt;p&gt;There is no deeper codex to read&lt;br /&gt;than the mysteries of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No text can conjure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No taste can achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text mumbles, bloobidy blah blopp&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; blaberdangle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search within for the answers -&lt;br /&gt;we're already the Masters.&lt;/p&gt;</description><category>verse</category><section>chunks</section></item><item><title>verse » Good Morning Sunshine</title><link>http://phong.com/chunks/data.php?cat=verse&amp;file=from.2009-01-31-2213-0.txt</link> 
<description>one dew drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly rolls down a great leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touching the next droplet, effortlessly one-becoming it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whisk down the veined valley of the plant's dream-lined surface&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;collecting a freckled pattern of dew drops along it's pathway- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the edge of the leaf rushes in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuts with the sky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;releasing it to the air of the crisp dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free falling from crystal leaves&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;this shining dew droplet refracts a blue glowing horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;splashing directly onto the third eye of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;a href=&quot;http://images.google.ca/images?q=golden+pheasant&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;golden pheasant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;streamlined tail-feathers dancing in morning moonlight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;passing beneath the silhouette of a time weathered tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sailing to the sound of frogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;croaking poems to  the rising sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the claws of this winged dragon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third-eye moistened by clear dew,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;a love note to god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neatly rolled up and tied with red string&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;enjoys the vast refreshing view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of wing's flight through space.&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sparkling reflections of the breaking rays&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;glimmer from each droplet on each leaf on each tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tickling the hills rolling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gliding with calm haste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through this jungle of humbling grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our dreamweaving pheasant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comes upon the earth-styled dream-chamber&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;of an anahata sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing to the spirits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tickling the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with her very presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as she awakens from a deep night's rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to catch the virgin daybreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right as the goddess of this land &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;gazes out her wide open window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opening to what perceptions the day may reveal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auspiciously infused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red wrapped and rolled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lands in her hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off the edge of the wind.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a calm wink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a distant caw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then without a moment's hesitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the note opens itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenderly with both hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silently suspended in the loving mystery&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;of what it could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within the folds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the rolled note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silver coated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catches the light of her own eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflecting&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;upon itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.</description><category>verse</category><section>chunks</section></item><item><title>verse » Sweet One</title><link>http://phong.com/chunks/data.php?cat=verse&amp;file=from.2009-01-31-0939-0.txt</link> 
<description>heart glitters my soul with your tongue drops&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tingling the words to describe&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;how weaving deep down to the great earth&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; our headpiece expands to the sky.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; space phases in waves through my body&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; love whispers to me in your voice&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; so blessed by the infinite speechless&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;oh sweet how all love is divine.</description><category>verse</category><section>chunks</section></item><item><title>mysticism » Deathbed</title><link>http://phong.com/chunks/data.php?cat=mysticism&amp;file=from.2009-01-14-1816-0.txt</link> 
<description>&lt;p&gt;May death&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;be a glorious release&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and until this moment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;may Earth be my celestial mother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eternally at peace in her presence,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so when we part &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;each tear drop may be a poem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to the human experience.&lt;/p&gt;</description><category>mysticism</category><section>chunks</section></item><item><title>mysticism » GTC Free Agent</title><link>http://phong.com/chunks/data.php?cat=mysticism&amp;file=from.2008-12-11-0341-0.txt</link> 
<description>Ceremonial time portals&lt;br /&gt; spanning tracts of eternity&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; returning from the void&lt;br /&gt; bearing gifts of&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; unmitigated visual technology&lt;br /&gt; sanctioned by the galactik triad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jeweled shipibo lotus&lt;br /&gt; downloaded from the mothership&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; christening the new tools.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Sewing the dreamseed.</description><category>mysticism</category><section>chunks</section></item><item><title>verbose » Free Flow</title><link>http://phong.com/chunks/data.php?cat=verbose&amp;file=from.2008-09-05-0116-0.txt</link> 
<description>&lt;p&gt;With no attachments,&lt;br /&gt; a pure heart as your guide&lt;br /&gt; and a clear mind as your navigation device -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surely the journey is the destination!&lt;/p&gt;</description><category>verbose</category><section>chunks</section></item><item><title>dream » Dream Guardians</title><link>http://phong.com/chunks/data.php?cat=dream&amp;file=from.2008-08-23-0219-0.txt</link> 
<description>&lt;span class=&quot;postbody&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the worlds within worlds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; where fate meanders before time decides&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; what will come to be, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dancing in the cavernous pools&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;of our imagination -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;galactik dream-compounds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;crystallize around the tender heartspace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; guarded eternally by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the masters who have come before -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;teaching us patiently to grow into the pattern of the walls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; becoming the ceiling of possibilities&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to guide and protect all newborns that may pass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; through the nautilus of &lt;a href=&quot;http://podcollective.com/fora/viewtopic.php?t=975&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;this dreamtime. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><category>dream</category><section>chunks</section></item><item><title>verbose » Behind hidden doors</title><link>http://phong.com/chunks/data.php?cat=verbose&amp;file=from.2008-07-05-1042-0.txt</link> 
<description>&lt;p&gt;Boundless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreamflows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rising up and across&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the desert of concrete cycles of money sex and violence -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hard gears of society hardening themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into numbness so they can fall safely asleep.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught in smile's eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;welling up with fright&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bridges the void with vision.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death says check-mate -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a sacrifice to itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lives the line between ignorance and &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; intentional non-awareness of the black pattern that crawls in the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; eating the souls of the sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet in living with this line -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; what could ever be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but to let it be?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>verbose</category><section>chunks</section></item><item><title>dream » Agape Nectar</title><link>http://phong.com/chunks/data.php?cat=dream&amp;file=from.2008-05-16-0312-0.txt</link> 
<description>&lt;p&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ver so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiptoes beneath the veil of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfectly protected by the vast unmitigated way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; dream weave dragon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short human boy crouches beneath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ancient tree below sky swimming fire birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under a rusty rice hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrying a crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the master.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;perfectly silently blending into the ancient root pattern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of our DNA -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love has found it's place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;floating on a winged sailboat&lt;/p&gt;to a crystal palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;above the treeline.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dancing in the clouds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;again.&lt;/p&gt;</description><category>dream</category><section>chunks</section></item><item><title>verbose » Lucid Dreaming Supercomputer</title><link>http://phong.com/chunks/data.php?cat=verbose&amp;file=from.2007-12-31-1359-0.txt</link> 
<description>&lt;p&gt;the total possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; that one's actions manifest in the field of others&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;renders karma as dream-metrics&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; to the astral nation's lucidity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( dreams rendered on the mainframe super-computer&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; appear vicerally lucid at a very high resolution )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hyper-conscious lucid dream reflections,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; interweaving collective realities. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aligned with the vision dream deepening&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; as a tool of the way, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dreams flow free of risk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( all good intensions manifest&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; once it's carriers are ready to carry the weight of them&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; for the love of all others as self one-ness )&lt;/p&gt;</description><category>verbose</category><section>chunks</section></item><item><title>mysticism » Ancient Eyes</title><link>http://phong.com/chunks/data.php?cat=mysticism&amp;file=from.2007-07-17-2207-0.txt</link> 
<description>&lt;pre style=&quot;font-family: times&quot;&gt;clear as fluid dynamic divinity&lt;br /&gt;  ascending the ever present nessence&lt;br /&gt;    of the eternal now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you &lt;br /&gt;        singing&lt;br /&gt;             the unmade sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       one soul choir&lt;br /&gt;   tuning biology's mad orchestra &lt;br /&gt;to the key of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we meet again&lt;br /&gt;  patiently sharpening surrender's blade&lt;br /&gt;    to perfect the art of push and pull in one flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    traversing the origin of the unborn&lt;br /&gt;  natural free flow of the heart's sweet alchemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissing the face of mortality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drawn into presence&lt;br /&gt;  by the self-actualizing reflection attractor&lt;br /&gt;    of space itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    two fluttering hearts form one blue egg&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;      closing the space between&lt;br /&gt;    condition drenched bodies&lt;br /&gt;  holding the way to whisper &lt;br /&gt;what words cannot -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purge the romantic delusion and seek peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one simple prayer and&lt;br /&gt;  four soft hands come together&lt;br /&gt;    becoming the prayer mudra&lt;br /&gt;      of the buddha spaceship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    remembering the art of the immortal one&lt;br /&gt;  divine re-aligment frequency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding the original form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a cosmic blink of the omnipotent eye&lt;br /&gt;  our bodies will return to the fertile soil&lt;br /&gt;    of tomorrow's dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        and what thoughts were born will&lt;br /&gt;          echo eternal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ripples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  through the shipibo pattern&lt;br /&gt;of future (s) elves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so remember&lt;br /&gt;  together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that we share what&lt;br /&gt;   one&lt;br /&gt;may only with&lt;br /&gt;   self&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;the all&lt;br /&gt;  and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naked truth body&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omniscient&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;received!&lt;/pre&gt;</description><category>mysticism</category><section>chunks</section></item>	

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