Silvianna E.'s Page

Like a spore from a Mushroom;
The Oneness imagined itself as me.
Like a seed from a Tree;
The Oneness created Itself as me.
From Non Being to being,
From Formlessness to form
The Oneness released Itself in me.
Twirling and spinning we were
As an autumn leaf from the Oak.
And when we landed touching the Earth,
We went
From All Knowing to forgetfulness,
From Wholeness to individual,
From Oneness to separation,
From Love to fear.

But none of this was true!
It was only an experience,
In a very unco… Continue

In the cool of a spring/summer’s night..

It is a great comfort to stand at my window and see the neighborhood putting itself to rest...

Engulfed in the sweetness of even

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Spring Equinox 1956

When I first came to, it felt as though I had landed on my back. I had very limited control of my body and could not sit up. When I tried to elevate myself in some way, my arms and legs failed to cooperate with the intention to rise. I desired to turn sideways, and face something other than the darkness which confronted me from above. I could only rotate my head and face the shadowy series of vertical bars to either side of me.

The room was large and motionless except for t… Continue

Momma Drama 101

I’m sure I had them before my first memory of them. Pancakes. It’s just that certain recollections are evoked by affiliate circumstances that surround the point of recall. Pancakes. I was four years old, which also means that Dwight Eisenhower must have been president of the USA. This story really isn’t about him. He only figures in as a reference to the chronological time line for which I’ve been dealing with my sensate addiction. Food. Let me be clear, this story is about panc… Continue