13 Moons... A Day Out Of Time

The Mayan lived in Mesoamerica and thrived for more than 2,000 years.  Their calendars and sacred ration 13:20 was used to form the foundation and basis of Dr. Jose Arguelles'  pioneering work.  He modernized a calendar based upon the cycles of the moon... each moon lasts 28 days, so there are 28 days a month and 13 moons in a calendar year.
One day a year is known as...
The Day Out Of Time.

The 12 month calendar that the Western world uses is the Gregorian method to tell time; many different cultures and civilizations prior, all had intricate, elaborate and accurate calendars of their own; thousands of years ago there were calendars that depicted the unfolding of our galaxy---today the progress they made with out tools would be considered radical, pioneering, and cutting edge; still, there are more ways to tell time than humans have discovered.

An Everlutionary Time Seed

The ancient astronomers had no telescopes,
but a patience only life without technology can bring.

The stars all have their place in the universe;  as you, they rest in pockets gravitating energy.  These pockets are responsible for magnetic pulls that cause microcosmic differences in how our cells are arranged... our cells are shifted by their position... 
at the time of our birth
subtleties affect us
wrinkles indent our skin
memories
carve
where
spoons fit in
bowls tattooed on
bodies so they could be sewn into blankets
and eat the possibility that you were already thought of...

For this reason, I never had my palm read or future told.  I've been quite mindful to never go to a fortune teller. The lines on my palm, they lead somewhere I'm sure... maybe i'm just not sure if they want to be read?  Or, maybe I'm just not interested right now in where they go. 

Saving the future for the future; interested thoroughly in what the now has to offer.  The now, other than a glass of red wine that sits by my desk as I write, contains the secrets to the future. The past needs a bridge to find them A walk needs motivation to guide it... therefore, can independence truly exist?  Systems that don't need any assistance...

Perpetual performance without refueling?

Can existence persist without any surrounding support?
Relationship is it the basis of our survival?
Do healthy ecosystems need ancient calendars?
Is it possible that in the past humans were slightly more enlightened than they are today? 
Is blood not more than just red?
Are there colors that we still have not seen?

Do colors need more than a paintbrush to sing,
A mountain to appreciate the wind...

Thrown onto blank canvases and asked to bend, shift, elongate, curve, dissect..
Competition was in love with cooperation...
Yet, why were they not allowed to marry in these States...
Passion runs through an artist...
Creativity grows from their arms as a plant reaching for the sun...
A flat tire on a rusty old road; a car; to fix; more soothing to simply stare; at it.

To be bent just right until you're about to break,
As a scientist forced to work from a cage
New mediums unveil
That studying formality
Is not more important than creatively applying knowledge.

People on Wall Street who are artists of the trade;
People landscaping homes that paint with lawn mowers and hedge clippers all day;
and people who take balls and place them through hoops...

Encourages experimenting with creativity...
Transfixing new combinations and codes.... 
Opening the locks and taking the hinges off the doors.

When we see life in the deceased... it must mean we are staring deeply... unmasking... discarding... removing... scratching into our skin... one word cannot define everything... so can days even exist?  The sun rises and sets.  The planets glide in spherical motions.  The space between days is what we call the nights... to calculate the equation, we must remember that in our struggle for survival... in our struggle to understand sustainability, justice and truth... in our quest to understand our nature... to understand how we grew bodies out of sticks...

How we counted the days; when the months in a year were irrelevant;  even when we are not searching for knowledge... we will find it... come back after we thought we had lost it... dropped it... nestled it somewhere between experiences.  a lesson that we had to learn over and over again.  it's nature was to never stop searching... stop counting the days... I tell myself this... and while writing you say,

"This is how life makes more sense to me... it's like being in class... reading a book... taking notes on calendars... when you have a place to record your thoughts... days seem to melt into each other.  I can only get bits and pieces of the conversation, of what was said, I think to myself, "if you are reading and you don't want to... then hit delete... and if you're hungry, fast until you no longer feel the pain... and if you're empty and feel lonely, walk a few miles in an orphans shoes. 

What do you want to do... and how do we conclude... words are not just meant to create sentences... and sentences are not just meant to create paragraphs... and paragraphs are not just meant to create chapters... and chapters are not just meant to create books.  

...effortless unfolding
and infinite awareness
to ALL...

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