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    Setting My Spirit Free
    Setting My Spirit Free
    Setting My Spirit Free
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    Setting My Spirit Free

    By Scott Vanya

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    After learning how to "adore" (through my knowledge of my love for my children, that I would NEVER change any moment of my past, because I would never want to change anything about them) and that "to adore" a person means to step into the space that is a person and thereby cross over into the space that is The Soul of All Persons, I realized that beyond love, which is prone to falling-out-of, divorce, breakups etc. (all forms of attachment) there is another form of love, Agape, which had none of those downsides and thereby allowed one to love endlessly and without strings. The agape I speak of is not one given to us by some higher power, rather one we are able to use and operate with accordingly.
    This book was written just on the cusp of those changes in me and the way I experienced and projected myself into my world.
    Subsequently, Agape and Unattached Love is the main theme and issue though expressed in many, many different ways.
    All in all, Setting My Spirit Free, was not free from this Earth, but Free to love endlessly and without restraint.
    Peace.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherScott Vanya
    Release dateApr 22, 2014
    ISBN9781311118127
    Setting My Spirit Free
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    Scott Vanya

    I've been writing for a very long time, what seems like my whole life, taking it seriously from the time I was about 11. Now, at 46, I think I may be starting to get the hang of it: Say what you feel, as passionately as you can, but always with an ear turned to those who are listening.Most of my more serious work is done at live performances, which i do totally extemporaneously, channeling the mood of the room as my fingers play on the guitar. You can see some of that if you go to "my" website. (Open Mics Austin is a platform I created to showcase the Spoken Word scene here in Austin, TX. Only a small role in which i play.)As far as I can tell what makes good writing is LOVE. Love ,plainly simply, and with no strings attached.I put these words/books before you, not so much because I want something back from it, because I think and feel like I feel my bones and my soul, if you were to see the world, experience it like it do, for even a brief moment, you would walk away from that happier, more alive, compassionate and in tune with all those around you.Peace, good will, and harmony. Let those be your guiding light.Agape forever,Scott VanyaPublication Credits:Stepping Stones Magazine, The Main Street Rag, www.carcinogenicpoetry.com, Texas Art Initiative, Phoenix New Life Poetry, Walt’s Corner, Manna, Perigee, Chicago Literary Review, Mobius, Cosmic Trend, Pitchfork, Romantics Quarterly, Artisan, Pegasus, The Neovictorian, Red Owl, The Story Teller, The Blind Man's Rainbow, Atlantic Pacific Press

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      Setting My Spirit Free - Scott Vanya

      Setting My Spirit Free

      Scott Vanya

      Copyright Scott Vanya 2014

      Published at Smashwords

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Do you...?Algunas dias el espera para nocheWhat am I to do about Love?When IPeace is my MasterThe Immortal IThe ThingWhere do I begin?The MaestroQue Juan Miguel QuiereI write to seeYou ever...Conscience was something The Devil made.What is Knowing Oneself?So much to doMake a religion for yourselfI have a guiding spiritEven heroes get the bluesWhat do philosophers dream?In the Beginning

      Do you...?

      Do you feel this way

        (or maybe you did in your youth

        when you kicked off your heels

        and high-stepped it thru Life):

      Do you feel like

        you have more in common

          with The Wind

          than with your fellow man;

        you have more in common with The Earth

          than your fellow woman;

        more in common with each child

          (The Little People,

          I like to call them)

          than with any adult

          you ever met?

      Do you feel like

        your bones are closer to rock

          in their like,

          than marrow and sinew;

        your heart is not beating

          but CARESSING its lover

          B-O-D-Y

          in each

          deep plunge it makes,

        more like

          sea-sky-tree

          rainbow, ferry-land, unicorn

        than this Flesh-Stuff

          Man has made us out to be

          for so long,

          for so, so, so long.

      Do you feel at times

        the hands that are moving

          in front of you

          are not yours,

          but some higher power's

          whether supervisor,

          manager.

          or

          God?

      Sally on!

      Sally on!

      Sally on,

        even though or perhaps/definitely

        MORE accurately,

        JUST BECAUSE

        the Outcome is not known!

      Is not known!

      If your arms be wings

        such as mine,

        and your breath

        is just the crest of the wave

          on an Endless Blue Sea

          like mine,

        your arms hug

          beyond All Ends,

        and your face

          is just something

        the Eyes of Others

        put upon you,

      Then

        Know,

        Know this

        Know this like you know That,

        Ember-stuff

        Vision-Quest-Thing

        Fantasy and Madness Unbridled

        are

        You.

        And inside,

          though it is unknown

          to what depths

          you must excavate out,

        every single one of us,

          now or ever has or will

        be

        The Same.

        The Same,

        The Same.

      The Same Desire to leave this World behind -

        A Better Thing.

      Leave this World behind

      a better thing,

      Than when you arrived.

      When you arrived.

      So be Sun,

      Be Sky

      Be moonlight on a still winter night

      And Rejoice

      Like there is No Tomorrow,

      For Tomorrow

        is only real

        only real

      If You Can Ever Then

           Awaken.

      ---

      Peace be with you, transcendence with you, and leave no forgetfulness out.

      Previous:Next

      Algunas dias el espera para noche

      PREFACE:

      This is the companion piece to Que Juan Miguel Quiere.

      And while not, really a short story I beg your forgiveness, and only include it to give balance and context to Que Juan Miguel Quiere. The two main characters are best friends. And while The Slow Man is a poet in a sense, Juan Miguel, in the other sense, is a novelist.

      There are sooo many Slow Men (and women) it is to them I hold up my highest esteem and the most sacred pedastel upon which I place them: at-odds with no one or thing, and self possessed enough to know ambition truly is a fool's dream,

      It is to them, The Slow Ones, I dedicate this peace.

      #######################################

      the slow man rolling

      tobacco around tobacco

      his fingers brown

      and his hair kept back

      by bandana

      wets his fingers on the stone

      he has beside his hand.

      when he goes home at night

      to his one room

      placing his pennies in a jar

      he reads Steinbeck and

      knowing too the soft coat of rabbits

      dreams of his farm, his George.

      His eyes before they close

      claw at the light

      crawling through his window

      from the neon beyond

      and look deep into that light

      and see beyond the smoke

      he has created

      to the crucifix upon which they rested

      when he awoke.

      Were he to admire his

      handiwork

      he would

      not

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