Connecting With The Great Cosmic Sun

The Full Shining Of Your Inner Solstice

Your inner Sun ascending, yet standing still in a brief moment. You are Love flowing from your shining soul, your luminous heart, your illuminating mind and your glowing body.

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Becoming a Redwood

text by  Dana Gioia

photos © Arito Nishiki

Stand in a field long enough, and the sounds
start up again. The crickets, the invisible
toad who claims that change is possible,

And all the other life too small to name.
First one, then another, until innumerable
they merge into the single voice of a summer hill.

Yes, it’s hard to stand still, hour after hour,
fixed as a fencepost, hearing the steers
snort in the dark pasture, smelling the manure.

And paralyzed by the mystery of how a stone
can bear to be a stone, the pain
the grass endures breaking through the earth’s crust.


Unimaginable the redwoods on the far hill,
rooted for centuries, the living wood grown tall
and thickened with a hundred thousand days of light.

The old windmill creaks in perfect time
to the wind shaking the miles of pasture grass,
and the last farmhouse light goes off.



Something moves nearby. Coyotes hunt
these hills and packs of feral dogs.
But standing here at night accepts all that.


You are your own pale shadow in the quarter moon,
moving more slowly than the crippled stars,
part of the moonlight as the moonlight falls,

Part of the grass that answers the wind,
part of the midnight’s watchfulness that knows
there is no silence but when danger comes.



poem by Rita Dove

The sky is not a glass of anything;
it winks, it’s a parable,
the kind your mother told whenever
you’d been “wicked”—intense
but vague. The night sky swerves
to its seat, the show begins:

The Pleiades:
Seven zeros make zero—that’s what
we are. Seven opportunities
to drown in, seven ways out—
don’t look too hard, we’ll blur.
There’s more of us than meets
the eye, a spreading rash
on the shoulder of a stubborn man.
Taken apart, we’re nothing
but fire and air.

Take it away! This is somebody else’s
nightmare. Can I be blamed
for wanting more? How else
stay young? My daughter, helpless,
outshines me in her willingness to serve.
Let her embrace her strong young man
and go. I’m chained to my chair.

This crag’s an adamant bed
but I’m grateful, grateful, at least
for my fingers, squirmed free of cuffs,
which heft the smaller stones to smash
the sea. Brave shining face above
your butterfly horse, descend
and fight like a man. Take me
and I’ll be your lover, slave, diviner,
as you wish. This
is what’s known as being
between a rock and a hard place.


Another Galactic Wonder

The Super Galactic Center (ZS)

Within the galaxy M-87 there is a powerful black hole who devours everything in sight…That is called The Super Galactic Center and it resides in this Galaxy that has the mass of 30 trillion Suns.

A photograph taken in 1918 of M-87, revealed a luminous spike emitted from the core of the galaxy. Later, a counter-jet was discovered. The X-Ray jets reveal the last energetic hurrah of matter compressing into nonexistence as it prepares to enter the void of the Super Galactic Center.

The Super Galactic Center once held the title of the only Super-Massive Black Hole. With the discoveries of the Hubble Space Telescope, many other supermassive black holes have come to light. However, the Super Galactic Center is the prevailing, dominant force in the supermassive arena.

A 400 by 900 light-year mosaic of images located about 26,000 light years from Earth in the constellation Sagittarius.

The largest known black holes, ZS, gravitationally organizes more than thirty galaxies, ours included, at the cost of cannibalizing all of them. Contained in this congregation structure lie 3 trillion stars and over ten thousand globular clusters, all captive to the infinite gravity, time dilation and violent energy eruptions of this central influence!

This early cosmic vacuum cleaner remains insatiably hungry. The axis of acceptance and approval takes on infinitesimal proportions. Yes, you guessed it right, The Super Galactic Center is in charge with transmissions regarding the relationship field. Any kind of relationships, any kind of deal or agreement from now or from some other distant time.


Those contacting the Super-Galactic Center contain a super-massive hunger. They need and need and need. They quest for the perfect relationship as if it is the Holy Grail… and to them it is. Still,  nothing that exists can successfully fill that open space. Anything entering is either destroyed, at worst, or at best, transmuted. This consumption continues until finally, the person figures out that no one or no thing can ever fill the emptiness felt inside.

This black hole asks that you perceive your own energy and fuse it with your physical-cellular structure. This is soul mating. The Super-Galactic Center maintains the greatest implication of soul retrieval of any point in the Universe. It demands that you get back in there and deal with yourself in an essential manner. It is essential that you do so. It is also unavoidable. It will happen. The only question is when? The ZS ego knows that with the soul intact, he/she can relate to anyone of like spirit.

Time warps in all directions.

Imagine what you would be if you were all that you really are.