listen

You know, even though we have had ZBOOK as our companion for over 14 years, even though it lives as an intimate part of our lives, we are continually discovering it all the time. In many ways that's what we are doing here in Zblog; each look at each page is a fresh transmission with more layers rising up to the surface of our awareness all the time. Although I had a hand in creating these pages, I often feel quite outside of them. I don't mean separation here, I mean like sanding outside a house that you built and designed, yet without a blueprint... ZBOOK is not really mine or ours, it is its own entity that we now go inside to visit and step out again to reflect upon. It is a field of expression that streamed through us as we surrendered to each moment of offering markings and stories and pieces of life we found along our paths that carry their own stories... a place where we allowed these elements to dance and blend into a music we could never premeditate, story layered songs that we ourselves get to hear fresh,

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over and over, each time like another first, inducing current personal reflection and ripe inspiration. Jennifer and I were talking today about this, this LIVE essence of ZBOOK and our work together (as also explored in our other books and projects), how the process of how we create these pages is truly a stream of call and response that we simultaneously swim in and surrender in its current flow. It is what makes our work possible. It's called play, something I feel to be the avenue for the greatest work to be done, through which all possibility and potential can flourish, through which discovery becomes innovation. Z pages have their own stories to tell, even to us, as their summations are new arrivals, even as they carry the gestation of a thousand seasoned layers. The layers we may know personally, but the whole fruit grown from these elements, now ripe and beckoning harvest, is completely fresh food for our thought. When I experience art in the world, and if it speaks to me, a piece will evoke ideas, connections, and emotions in me helping me experience myself and where I stand in that moment in time, creatively and personally. The wild thing is to be experiencing this caliber of reflection via my own art. To feel both inside and outside the work, inside the elements, outside the entity each page has become thus enabling me to view them with great intrigue and illumination. And it continues here in Zblog as we compose these expressions of writing, like right now, allowing this expression to take form before my eyes and speak my heart for all to hear... including myself.

"listen"

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∞ ceci
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week twenty six >> "listen"

Listen up Rumourville, Hear me, Hear me...

Do not touch my heart of gold with your scratching glasses.

I Will stand, in gratitude and humblehood and speak my truthful love.

Let me stand in strong embrace with freshful face toward unions plenty.

Let me see with eyes clear and blinding what pictures wait beside my bedside table.

And let me know that Loves great gift will lift my bountiful sharing toward lights uplifting.

Here, on this page, prophetic soundings wail forth from fortified groundings.

Here, on this page, airs sweet breath lasts in top clearings camp of divided colors.

Love to this page for earths lined structure and form.

Love to this page for faces forlorn and reborn.

Shelter this page, in messages sung from begun.

Shelter this page, in ancients stone soul taking form.

Guide me, this page from fear, repercussion, sleepless dawns.

Guide me, this page with shimmer and color and squirm.

Fly me strengths flights towards sharing, embracing, deepening sights.

With prayers soaring mind, peace and calm may you descend in ascent of thirty-three in Chile. Our troubles are but minor woes - Love and light blast through! blessings to all -J.G.