Shadows of Myself

I am in the shadow

Of a sojourn

Of the non‐sublime

Notions of life

In which the care of the two

Is not fostered

In the dreams of myself

As the sonnet of love

Has died within

In the yin and the yang

Of my heart

And is reflected

In the loss of care of you

In my life

And is expressed as a loss of beauty

Within

In the shadows of myself . . .

Humor that Is Not Applauded: Learning to Love in Puns that are Fun

I am that I am Jasgahntar, a beautiful bountiful young but astute male as I enter my second year of maturity school. I ponder many things in the dreams of my soul family. Sometimes I share of what I think and sometimes I do not. I generally agree that I should share of what is right for the fostering of each. At first, I make fun of myself in the beginning of my second year as the class clown.

In the aplomb of the fun of me, soon I begin to make fun of others too. I witness them glow or grow generally with what Shaktar says unto them that is always fostering a positive wit at the end. The positive wit expands themselves into a larger self that then allows larger expressions of what they can muster in their participation of maturity school. I enjoy expanding the selves of others I discover that big blessings for myself are always returned due to the wit of myself with each that expands themselves and myself through time. I feel great at the end of each day in the wit of myself for the first half of the year. Then something else unfolds due to the lessons of my life.

I witness how positive humor is empowering. I also witness how negative humor is not helpful. This is something for me to learn from and not run away from in my own witty expression per the Shaktar of myself. I hear many levels of humor in my evening meditations with Shaktar. Some are merry and some less so and some are downright disturbing but more humorous than I expect. I often hear the following day’s wit to be presented the night before. I laugh myself silly sometimes until I cry. Then I know I will have the class roaring by the end of the day. Read more