I have risen to a body not yet born, existing like a light around a body through which the body moves like a sliding moon.
There are years from my childhood that I cannot remember and I cannot forget.
One man wrote me, saying, 'You know who you are? You're nothing but a Captain Bly pissing up a drainpipe!'
Vertical thought likes to imagine the vast distances between the stars.
Every part of our personality that we do not love will become hostile to us.
Vertical attention is not the same as, and doesn't evolve from nor imply, hierarchy. We could say that hierarchy is associated with power, and vertical attention with longing for the Divine Feminine, for the Divine Masculine, for what the Sufis call 'wine.'