Dusk at Turquoise Lake

Dusk at Turquoise Lake

by Marvin T. Miles

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Overview

Dusk at Turquoise Lake is about the mystique of any given day. It is an exhilarating exploration about life, love, yearning, and retrospection.

Two lovers displaced by their careers and life paths live on different continents. During their separation, the author refuses to lapse into zombiesque depression. Instead, he writes to his beloved as an attempt to dissolve the time and space between them.

Though separated from their mutual breath, he delves into the nature of things, whether through conceptual, spiritual or personal experience. What unfolds is an extraordinary journey that unleashes creativity and insight. He paints emotions, deep and penetrating ideas, and conceptual and spiritual philosophies that will either draw them together or pull them apart.

The author's lilting prose chronicles the pain of absence, gentle acceptance and insightful understanding of separation and unity, fate and destiny.

Dusk at Turquoise Lake is a time capsule. It is a love story that began years ago, which is both personal and universal. It brings the author to the present, most certainly altered, more mature, and deepened.

For any explorer of the heart and soul, Dusk at Turquoise Lake is a journey that opens a pathway to self-discovery and reflection on life's only true work - to love and be loved.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781475961799
Publisher: iUniverse, Incorporated
Publication date: 12/11/2012
Pages: 166
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.38(d)

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DUSK AT TURQUOISE LAKE


By Marvin T. Miles

iUniverse, Inc.

Copyright © 2012 Marvin T. Miles
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4759-6179-9


Chapter One

    Turquoise Eyes

    Turquoise eyes ...
    I embrace these pages ...
    Highlighting the rainbow
    And the wave that you are.

    Keith Jarrett sketches the page with notes
    Transparent ... still and
    Flowing ...
    Silently listen
    So that you may hear.

    Zat is the name of turquoise's essence.
    The more the zat
    The wealthier the color.
    So to your eyes the zat
    Playfully creating
    Spectrums of lights ...
    Rippling on waves
    Heart stroking.

    A plant stands alone
    Gathering music
    Dripping with color.

    Heart of ocean song
    Riding air currents raisins.

    Yum a kier to tickle the palate with.

    8104.17

Awakening

There are days when the awakening of ancient worlds rises to the senses. Days filled with a quiet and unknowing expectation of some special fruit to give birth from a seed atom ... and you pray for it, so that it may. This day is laced with blue sky dripping with songs of sunshine, ere quickly the Fog shall blanket the voice.

How affected the people by the elements ... moods fluctuate like seagulls. If they only knew - - - they could change it all ... hop > skip the winter, the scorch, the rain, with but a thought to touch.

Yum ... this silence that is ours to know ... Do you feel your master teacher giving lessons to your inner ear? Mine whispers what I write, when its written, when it is here, untainted with the choreography of mind contemplation. Somehow, that's not all fair ... However, I am the originator of these words, so who will reprimand me.

I wonder if your heart feels the magnitude of what my heart is discovering. That thou art my twin- flame-blue-print-mandala ... Do you feel or anticipate the vastness of my heart's awakening?

Yes, gentle one, I say awakening because your beloved has been dozing here and there. Nothing to be alarmed about, the cuckoo stands accounted for on the hour and every half hour ... even according to and by no means compared to man's standards.

Awakened is my heart, rejoicing. Pages will record, in ink, the rapture of uniting the melodies into a harmonious pulse.

Suffice to say ... the drinking in of the nectar is more than my words can express.-.-.Oh comforting agent, Time will unveil the simple beauty of joy.

8104.30

Madrone Canyon

Adele, today is Mother's Day ... Celebration of Mother. All women are not given to bearing children. All women who bear children are not given to motherhood. So today, I salute the mothers who have been true to their torch to bear ... the torch of life ... a child.

Softly, I am preparing for a day in Madrone Canyon. I'll enter at Magnolia Ave ... arriving on the Golden Gate transit bus. Walking through the redwood trees always gives me a sense of yester-time, when trees walked and talked amongst the men/women of Earth. Perhaps they converse silently still. I often see, in a tree, marvelous wonderful things.

The Canyon is long. I'll have 3 to 4 miles of it today. Passing incredible artistry, hand crafted by elementals, undines, sylphs, and gnomes.

I HAVE ARRIVED!

If I could place a video within these pages, of all that I have seen on the journey to this summit - - - you would then know my total picture. You know its funny, although it is I, who have traversed the canyon's den, the brook , splash! - crunch sticks (4 Hawks fly by in their magnificence) ... Yes, so although it is I who have climbed to the top of the mountains breast .-. I feel your joy. Yes, my Judith, because I know your joy and through my heart and eyes you see and feel. You shall come here when you come to visit your love flame.

At this breath, you know not that I, with my pen, choreograph words for you. Yes, this book is for you my love li ness ... that you may know my love for thee. That you may find joy within words and without them. I fashion a garment rare ... bearing no threads and much latticework. It shall never cease to keep you warm no matter where thou art. It is for the love of you. God's gift to me .. You and all that you are / given / been and continue to create.

I sit clothed in white trunks and undies. I bear thick socks .. for climbing .. grey, trimmed in red at the brim. All else is naked of clothes .. the flesh bathed in sunlight. All sorts of flies, ants, and various descriptive things dance on my whole body.

Cyclists, on mountain bikes, break-fast in the distance .. else, meet with sudden fate over the cliff's. Harmony in D minor for sure!

A seagull flies by swiftly. Although this paradise is surrounded by water, N.S.E.W, I'm still touched to see a seagull dance abreast the Hawks' domain. Oh my beloved, you must come.

I came through miles of wooded forest. Such love to embrace. I walked paths till they led to miscellaneous and viewed the portion of the world blessed for me to see. There is a wide expanse of the Bay Area ... It looks off into forever. I can't seem to get away from these flies. They war around my body as if fighting for space ... Attention they have ... Certainly not their motive.

San Francisco sits miles off in light fog as if it rose from the waters stomach and now floats majestic/mysterious.

Slopes and slopes of homes. Books upon books are written about the infamous/famous, "Marin County." Someday you shall see it all. For there are many things we have together discovered, but we have not together explored the Canyon and Mountain. Few times do you cross paths with people ... It is seldom. Few come this high - via this path. I've come alone for today was meant to be our day.

I enhanced our experience with some organic mushrooms. Perhaps this is why the flies love buzzing around my body.

8105.10

Tears of Joy / Tears of Gratitude

Today, I sit at my desk, in my office. Reliving sitting on the rocks, being high ... dusk coming on and flies eating me up. I'm just now coming back to these pages.

I saw such beauty yesterday, and some of it quite scary. The dusk is a very peculiar time of day ... surely the zones of reality are affected, and like Castaneda, while I was on my way back home, I experienced all sorts of strange things. I collected sticks for my doves .. to use as perches .. along with some green things to enhance their cage with.

I would hold still for up to 20 minutes ... just stand or stoop frozen, so as to listen to the sound happening via birds, wind, branches and numerous things unheard or unknown. I can understand why Buddha sat under the Bodhi tree for 40 days; Jesus into the wilderness; Moses climbing the mountain. I stood looking skyward and saw such powerful images. So overwhelmingly strong were they, at times, that I cried. Tears of joy ... Tears of gratitude.

8105.11

    Softly Tread the
    Path of Reason

    Softly tread the path of reason
    The webs of logic await thee.
    Thy feet must be swift and light
    So not to cling to an idea.

    I once beheld a hand in the sky
    ... the night before a major exploration
    That took me 4 months to complete ...
    It was large, slightly cupped
    And within the palm was a single star ...
    Imagine that.

    The left eye is more sensitive than
    The right, although
    The right sees clearer
    I discovered this in
    A moment of sadness.
    A tear fell
    As if to say, "This is helpless."

    Someone gave me a plant for my birthday.
    It had 3 stems with
    A single large leaf on each.
    Not long after, the first
    Of the 3 leaves
    Began to die and
    This sickness was reflected
    In this someone.

    It died.
    I took it away.
    Now the 2nd leaf
    Curled and-died ...
    Not a shade of green remains.
    There but remains a
    Stem, with a single leaf.

    The 2 other possibilities quickly faded
    And now all this someone
    And I have between us
    Are cordiality and smiles.
    How long will the single most essence
    Of this plant remain?

    To know something
    You must smell it.
    There, by the aroma,
    Will the nature of a person be found,
    An object,
    Or a thing.
    And if you should find
    An offensive odor
    Have little to do with it.
    You may want to wash it
    Change it
    Make it sweet,
    But never forget that its nature
    Is what it is ...
    Nothing save true transformation
    Will help it to smell better,
    Not even a little soap
    And water ...
    Forget perfume.

    8105.20

Rhapsody In Silent Telepathy

Venus trines Jupiter - Heavy on the romance.

-produces profound and useful insight.

-new relationships beginning now are going to be intense - but one should let the fog lift.

-artistic expression very high.

Moon in Aries / Sun in Gemini

-witty day / smooth approach

-look at yourself today.

It is rather early, although it isn't. Some sleep well beyond the call of doves ... who speak at the approach of Helios and Vesta. The sun rises within each of us ... We then should rise with it ... to give thanks and to hear the day's message ... to harmonize to the frequency of the Earth.

Saffron, an incense, burns quietly within the confines of the air ... on a splendid piece of richly carved redwood ... ohhhhhhhhh.

A jar of pure honey ... taken from the Holy Kumara - Bees ... from Ashland, Oregon ... sits at my right ... ohhhhhh, to taste such a natural sweetness!!! ... I immediately think of you.

Poetry coos Song as they perch atop the curtain rod. Song listens to Poetry's music as she gives rhapsody in silent telepathy of her delight at his advances. She quickly shifts her feathers - to expose the length of her affection, draped in long pure white feathers. Poetry is serious, not only in verse, but in his approaches. Oh, gallant verse! Song remains - ah, she briefly pecks loose feathers from his neck and giving a kiss or two reassures his stature and looks away, at the poster, "All of Creation" ... Fly's off, then perches to the opposite side of him. Endless the choreography of "delighting."

Do you recall the delight we found in our realm discovered? ... In a bed of turquoise sheets, I bet we'd thrill the nights of lovers for evenings countless. And perhaps inspire a Godchild.

I must prepare for daily sacred labor ... It pays the rent. - - - Soon ...

8105.29

Balance

Look, there, through the eyes of the heart, to discover love, always. Here within the poetry of God is endless nurturing. Always seek to remove the webs of pain. They cause a heart to wither. Love is a cleansing balm ... Always seek its identity.

When you see the hate pour from the eyes of one, it is because the mind has lost reason. Knowing becomes usurped by the sense of loss. A being removed from its heart's cradle is given to courting pain.

People slam doors because they are hardened ... The softness of a clean spirit is drenched in rigidity. Seek always the gentle, the calm wave. Through the passage of time you may call forth a mighty wave ... so to balance an imbalanced scale >>> always for the sake of peace ... and always from the heart. From it, our actions are aligned with truth ... when, indeed, you practice the gentle and loving path.

Boomer Rang Bang returns from the source exited from. Be careful not to hurt yourself, hence others.

The scorpion strikes out and suffers its death by killing itself, with its own intention to harm. Unlike a scorpion, we are beings of a reasoning/ cognitive mind. We too must pay for the miscalculated abuse of energy.

Energy has intelligence ... it cannot be destroyed. Your thoughts / as well as your deeds, are seeds that give birth where you plant or discard them. It is important, then, to think with a clean/pure mind and to act from the center of love.

We must be conscious of cleansing ourselves of negative magnetism ... It builds and attracts other debris. We must cleanse even the immediate abuses of mind, so to transmute negative to positive. Keeping a clean spirit will, then, uproot the seeds of ill-plantation. Thus, our paths are not littered with trails of imperfection - which some day builds into a momentum of inharmony.

Therefore, your life-wave will affect others in a positive light, as your aura is filled with positive energy .. balanced .. clean and productive. Hence, you will attract likewise unto yourself. In addition, often you may find the unclean attracted to the light of your being, because positive energy attracts - but little to no dust on the lens gives clarity of discernment. The eye of clarity dispels that which seeks to deceive.

Know yourself, that you do not deceive even yourself. Being true to your inner nature. All that appears to be given up ... is but the illusory magenta of stagnation. Change even when you feel you have achieved the great arc of the snake's curve. Change, that you may know the whole self ... within / without - your individual universe.

Fashion your flame to adhere to the torch of Omega The chalice of your gender, thou feminine. This, with the thrust of your Alpha - oh man-child, already incorporated.

We speak of balance ... balance that attains to wisdom, wise-do-minion of your will. To come of age on Terra ... to fulfill your sacred labor.

Do you observe the wealth of the world around you? Have you seen the glow ray of God in the reflection of trees, in the refraction of crystal ... always in the pulse of the wave, and born in the heart of a being. I reach out to touch your heart with promise. I am the voice, Thou art the receptive and that which sustains the breath of your heart will deliver the art.

Fashion your flame that you remain entire / fire / air / water and earth. All the elements of the Godhead refined.

There is music in the spheres of antiquity present. You sang amongst celestial choruses. You stroked instruments resembling harps that gave birth to life in worlds not too distant.

You are a star child.

Although you stepped from your chariot, descending to new planes of knowing ... it awaits your command at a thought to glide, amongst the heavens. Peace is always yours to quietly drink or to share it with others who are in need.

Awake! Awake! Wisdom ushers in WILL.

8106.02

Momentum

Today has just begun to shape itself. Set sail with me, that together, upon a wave, we shall be, to dwell upon King Neptune's palace seeking nothing specific ... our hearts merely at peace.

Today, in Berkeley .. at Aquatic Park, there will be a Reggae festival - in tribute to Bob Marley.

I look at the Gladiolas that grace my table of mysteries and they have the most beautiful rich pink, verging on fuchsia, you've ever seen in a glad. I'm sure your aura turns this color. I imprint it upon these pages, that, when finally your eyes come to rest upon them, you may see herein that which is.

You, of course, are preparing for your journey across the great water. I too am preparing. Isn't it a wonder that we both embark at relatively the same period of time to an unknown? If providence shall look favorably toward us, then perhaps we will know Paris together. London and you, I hope to do. Somewhere deep inside me, is becoming born to consciousness the knowing or sensing that, indeed, there is much yet to be unveiled.

My plans are subject to the destiny of the purpose for my being on Terra. No other time in the history of my life-wave have I felt so inclined to go forward - across the great water. As you know, there is much danger in crossing the great water. In the midst of the void sundry trials await. Nevertheless, have you ever really stopped and considered the basis for all your fears? Indeed all your challenges come from within yourself. If there is love within, love manifests without. If fear maintains a habitat, fear manifests without.

Those situations before us then, are like mirrored images of what we are / or should be very familiar with. But, of course, when we do not take the time to look into the well of our being, we know not whether the well is deep / shallow - wide or with water at all.

Then too, there is the matter of momentum. Have you ever chosen to move forward quickly to accomplish something? Like exam period. It's amazing how much one can accomplish when centered on a purpose. Then, as you are getting more enthusiastic about reaching your goal, a momentum becomes increasingly clear to you. Like running and getting a second wind. Momentum - very important concept. Break it down === and never break anything down unless you plan to build it back up again.

MOMENTUM - M MOM MEN MOMENT TUM

- M OM MOM MOME OMEN MEN MOMENT MO MEN TUM

- M O M E N T U M

*Important word /concept ...

    "Day will make a way for night.
    Lovely as a ray of sun
    That touches me when the mornin' comes."

Lines by the Isley Brothers, being featured on today's KPOO radio program ... from their song, "Living for the love of you." MOMENTUM, yeah!

My version using some of their words:

    Day will make a way for night
    Love me as a ray of sun
    That touches me in the morning light

Everything is in a constant state of arriving. Another beautiful concept. For all things are subject to the laws of change ... This process of the life / death cycle of minerals / plants / animals and human beings. Evolution. Were things not in a state of constant motion, there would be a serious problem. Consequently, we can readily see the stagnation that proliferates many stratospheres of experience and life systems from A to Z.

We then get back to the momentum of any given thing ... how it progresses or regresses to a given point / state or condition. Serious stuff! Cause and effect! Anything you choose to focus on ... you can apply this EVOLUTION - MOMENTUM - ARRIVING - system to. And truly, we never arrive anywhere where we can rest. Actually, even when the body, plant, animal or mineral / animate or inanimate object is stationary - is it not also active? In motion - yeah. Hence, to arrive at any given point .. how we arrive .. depends on the momentum behind our thrust.

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents

Contents

Introduction....................Page xiii Turquoise Eyes 8104.17....................Page 1 Awakening 8104.30....................Page 2 Madrone Canyon 8105.10....................Page 4 Tears of Joy / Tears of Gratitude 8105.11....................Page 7 Softly Tread the Path of Reason 8105.20....................Page 8 Rhapsody In Silent Telepathy 8105.29....................Page 10 Balance 8106.02....................Page 12 Momentum 8106.27....................Page 15 Mist Is Born of Fog 8107.16....................Page 18 Thought to Manifestation Matrix 8108.01....................Page 19 Leaving the Nest 8108.03....................Page 20 Meditation of the Rose 8108.05....................Page 22 Four Aspects of Will 8108.07....................Page 24 Approaching the I Ching 8108.09....................Page 26 The Joy of Being 8108.11....................Page 28 Our True Expressive 8108.14....................Page 31 A Visitor On This Plane 8108.15....................Page 34 The Great Alchemist 8108.17....................Page 36 Karmic Quicksand 8108.19....................Page 39 The Relentless Wave 8108.20....................Page 42 Static 8108.21....................Page 44 The Fog 8108.24....................Page 47 Gestation 8108.26....................Page 50 The Akashic Records 8108.27....................Page 52 Find Your Way Back To Me 8108.27....................Page 55 Flight To Denver 8108.29....................Page 59 Texture 8108.30....................Page 62 Flight To San Francisco 8109.03....................Page 65 Autumn Is My Love 8109.23....................Page 70 Beyond The Horizon 8110.06....................Page 73 Colors 8110.19....................Page 77 Neptune's Octagon 8110.20....................Page 79 Harvestation 8110.25....................Page 80 FREE D OM 8110.30....................Page 83 Beach View 8111.02....................Page 85 Children 8111.03....................Page 87 Youth As Victim 8111.07....................Page 90 Growth Cycles Abound 8111.11....................Page 92 Nature's Tide 8111.14....................Page 94 Loneliness 8111.21....................Page 97 Arc of the Double Rainbow 8111.27....................Page 99 A Tear and a Smile 8111.30....................Page 102 Beloved Alexis Is Born 8112.07....................Page 104 Dampening Rain and Grey Fog 8112.13....................Page 106 Beethoven 8112.14....................Page 107 The State of Arriving 8112.18....................Page 111 Path Finder 8201.18....................Page 113 The Quotient Essence of Love 8202.16....................Page 116 Garnering Romance 8202.19....................Page 118 Neptune's Palace 8202.24....................Page 120 Substance of No Certain Known Properties 8202.27....................Page 124 A Blade of Grass 8203.05....................Page 126 Happy Birthday to Us 8203.09....................Page 128 Kaleidoscope 8203.15....................Page 130 Befuddling Rain 8203.29....................Page 131 Morning Becomes Electric 8204.20....................Page 134 Meta More Em Pha Size 8204.27....................Page 136 The Magic Blueprint 8205.03....................Page 138 A Thought to Touch 8206.09....................Page 139 A Labor of Love 8206.15....................Page 140 Dusk At Turquoise Lake 8207.16....................Page 145

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