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2006-10-05 - The myriad colors of Krishna
Birds. Gorgeous, multicolored birds of every description. Large, small, exotic, and common local birds. There was more to the dream I'm certain, because I only came to notice the birds while on my way from one place to another in a different dream sequence. But it was the birds that stopped everything, suspended time, made my heart swell with joy and wonder. I was walking perhaps, or riding a bicycle down a rural road when I happened to look over into a yard and adjoining vegetable garden and saw the magnificent creatures. Right there in the middle of ordinary, boring, life-as-usual, these magical birds were preening and sunning themselves. One bluebird was the size of a child's tricycle. A toucan was busy grazing through rows of soy beans, his large, awkward beak swung this way and that. A robin of enormous proportions blinked at me with bright yellow lashes and smiled before returning to her hunt for beetles and worms. I can find the spiritual right here. In fact I must find it right here, because Utopia isn't coming any time soon. Right here and now I must put into practice and action all that I firmly believe in. Yeah, life sucks. So what? So, do something. Put your books down already, stop chanting without personal intention, start creating the beauty you dream of right here in this life, now. Before it's too late. Duh.
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