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introducing Zero Point Collaborative

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Zero Point Collaborative is currently an inception, a vision, a knowing at this time and season of Spring 2017, yet it* is calling me to bring it on. Slowly Zero Point Collaborative is showing me where and how it will emerge on the visible or external/physical plane. I am so looking forward to collaborating with you and the zero point field of YOU!

Please do stayed tuned in with me and more will SOON be revealed ❤

[Here on Contemplative Fire, Zero Point Collaborative has it’s own pages and heading and may soon have a site all it’s own. For now, it has the companions of the other aspects of my work & offerings.]

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*  what is Zero Point collaborative? 
Zero Point Collaborative is many things, as it is not “something” per se, it is  an opener, an activator, a container (without actually being something that contains, as in limits), it is a conscious field of awareness in which, continually or simultaneously whatever might be touched within and as this field returns to its most vital emptiness as the zero point of creation and perception both. It is a place to both begin (or resume) collaborating and to experience what serves the very heart of collaboration itself.

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If This is It

I scour my dreams and other unconscious strata
As if there in that matrix rests that piece of me
The one I would know if you/I stumbled across it
Something about it –perhaps a certain shape or
The way it upends everything upon gazing on it

I might call it a gem, a treasure, a hobgoblin or
Better yet leave it unnamed as that is part of
Its alchemy and how it works –filters through
This strata then the next and then the next
Like a gaseous light a din a fragrance a chill

I have a special apparatus that knows how to track
This this It this wonder this knot, untying itself
Unraveling more than the traces it’s known in travels
Uncharted beyond and outside of time penetrating
Dense matter insinuating itself in likeness, similarity

And yet the very complexion perplexing disparity
Of its presence is what serves as leveraging whisper
Intoxicating tissue bone all that can be agitated
From its stance and form liquefying spine upright
Collapsing again and again simulacra –what upholds

It has looked like this –a plea, subjugation, crying out
It grasps at its subject of affection/disaffection
Target aim narrowing down to focus coddle foster
And yet this is its guise to act as something other than
To stand alongside waiting mentoring flummoxing

And bewildered I am with eyes and heart opened
By this raw wind searing through all persistent cracks
The draftiness of my being is somehow a grace, in which
The delivery of that which is unborn has yet been bared
Comes to its fruition, a soaking in of radiance undeniable

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The perimeter is littered with things fallen by the wayside

They can rest there  to simply suggest activities of once was

Faerie circles of a different order perhaps, but truly they are

Have you ever heard of ‘Life is Sacred’ or transmutation?

Just look and look in the looking with the eyes of I Am

How many times do I say, ‘Astounding, astounding, astounding’?

Can we spread the arc of this perimeter and find a dancing ground

In common even as we stand at times nakedly in The Commons

Unaware of what seems lost but never was, never was, never was

I place my hand near, near to your heart but only in my mind’s eye

Somehow even this touch saturates the field, touch outside of resistance

And therefore deeper than even what seeing and believing can grant

We bring what was/is split into this unseen contact  covert mending

Of rifts that once cast asunder flesh from flesh  eroding of earth

Demanding only that we become the missing element  innate intelligence

It might shock what is seen, perceived, felt, known with Presence

And this gentle but penetrating wind lays bare all coverings, the battens

Perceiver and perceived intertwined in a choreography unwrought

Venerable heart of us all  we are held in this music  synarchic tune

However raw unfinished untempered  diamond in the rough still

A diamond  facets inherent within  aware or not  as beloved we see

And yet we wrestle  fighting not what we know  but what fears

In us that loom large  truly only in our imaginations  what grace

This wrestling too a dance and reconciliation of the highest order

This One

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This one  showing up

Rises on the view

Looking out over open horizons

Curious and curiouser

And I, what is I am, watching

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I stand in your company

The stories pour and pour

Forth that great big vessel

Of a heart uncontainable

But wishing to be contained

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Who has the story or does

The story have us intermingled

Woven in and out of the weft

Of being thread of becoming

Such a delicate thread it is

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However it is  it is a gift of

Heart of love of seeing

Beauty speaks through these

Strings strum simultaneously

Tremolo sostenuto entangle

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Trust Fortitude Misfortune Joy

All gather ’round the table

Made just for these and Two

Others autonomous resplendent

Everything celebrates This One

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“Will you let me love you?”  Awry

The question shines like a diamond

Many faceted and subtle in its stark

Beauty because Love has no bounds

And knows this source from its core

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No permission is needed as What Is

Is simply What Is ~ how many times

Does saying that make it so? It seems

Easier to speak the unspeakable

Than freeing that which is Unbound

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