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Perspectives On Dialogue

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“…we speak of dialogue as the outer counterpart to the inward cultivation of moment-to-moment non-judgmental awareness, or mindfulness…. No one needs to dominate in a dialogue, and indeed, it would cease being a dialogue at that point if one person or group attempted to control it. We watch the arising of and listen to the voicing of ideas, opinions, thoughts and feelings, and drink them all in in a spirit of deep inquiry and intentionality, much as we do in resting in awareness in formal meditation practice, allowing it all to be treated as equally valid of at least being seen, heard and known without editing, censoring, vetting, or rejecting. A greater intelligence that seems to reside in the group but is not in any one person often emerges, surprisingly, and with it a deeper collective understanding as a direct consequence of such spaciousness and openheartedness.” Jon Kabat-Zinn Coming to Our Senses

In these discourses we find the only point becomes what it already is… love. But how might one interpret it to be about or of love? Whenever a deeper collective understanding emerges from this openheartedness Kabat-Zinn articulates, love is present. Love facilitates, nurtures and allows a great intelligence to emerge.

j. ruth kelly, 2013, all rights reserved

j. ruth kelly, 2013, all rights reserved

Divergence Dot

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Dot:
little speck of ink;
bit;
spit;
spot;
point;
what you see right in there with the spots floating in your vision when you bang your head against the brick wall of corruption, apathy and general stupidity;
what you layer to create an image spilling from the soul;
your nickname in a small southern town when the teacher can’t remember your name in art class;
focal point on the flower in the painting on the wall while you’re in labor as you pour every bit of yourself into it escaping the sensations of agony;
seed;
speck;
dirt;
just above the i and right after the j as well as above the j that precedes(!) the name by which you are called if your name is j. ruth;
a pulse of life;
in the womb, growing beyond the first point of entry and into the next;
a world;
possibility;
freckles;
what i see right before i take a deep breath, biting off my amazement and rage;
wetness round;
bindu;
bindi;
hole into alternate universe by which we find the “alternate” self through divergent subjectivity sustaining possibility, spawning creativity;
portal;
one of millions of brilliant bits of the massive rushing, sustaining eruption flowing, wave after wave of pleasure through the body;
salt;
pepper;
sugar;
crumb;
poppy seed;
location on the map on my lap on the trip up north when the south was too much drawl and redneck mouth;
spark;
raindrop;
the spittle of spiders sitting beside her;
begin;
end…

wetness round