mazes of fire and ice
mazes of notes and letters on pages or dreams
re-written at pages seams
slip the triple disked knife
and plow through the world vision
seen as a prisoners gun

using mental capacity to over rule mental castration ,
take the blue pill NEMO!!!!

and swim - in the all pervading ( surrounding )
magnitude forces of universes glow -
making possible all to be known. .


stalling into the oceans
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Binary code
is the internets verse
throwing up pages and screens that look nothing like numbers

but are in actual fact
the elephant in the room

a magnitude of worlds - exist on inter fabricated planes

plane 1 - 'real life'
plane 2- macro cosmic
plane 3 - micro cosmos
plane  4- number plane ( this is the binary code )
Plane 5 - mental world
plane 6- dream world
sixteen dimensions
further than christian or Buddhist invention
but a plethora of random incidents that seem to have a pattern

that sinks deeper into oceans magnificence


arn't we all fishes ?
arn't we all snowballs?
aren't we all just culminations of distractions dissertations
born and thinking

well maybe we should do something now we are here....

love is easy peasy - letting go
falling to catch the updrift wind

fear is difficult - clinging on
surface level entry wears away,
turns to roots
toxic.

love is easy and requires work
to dig up the fear roots , keep them away

by gliding in the up drift
allowing worries to flit , flutter , float away
because loving is easy
nothing to it at all
natural flow
inside my heart

Fleeting expressions culminate
in rich tapestries given a chance,
you , tripped over my shoe.
I , touched your arm
We tumbled into conversation , we tumbled out of bed , we tumbled in emotion
history unsaid

Cultures with the same mind , how we are running the game
Tourists who go by the same name a single sigh when words escape our minds

Reeling as the waves roll in.
In ,
In,
In,
The tide is coming out again , we  can walk across the quicksands with the chartered marks written by the corrosive tides , i'd whisper this to you , but there is no distance

Space but an illusion

its always sunrise
somewhere

things move in every atoms presence
tonal vibrations power through into tmorows
certian serenity

blissfull melodies
we die daily in our meditational  cremation ground of  minds past eye had been cast upon building up
or down

spiral, the.sine curve of life
respect the crecendos with ease
the patterns are flexible in form shape and mind

Walking around amsterdam airport with a bag smelling like tea tree oil a flight, a bus , a coach and a 25 min walk to go  ---

but for now,
I'm standing in the wrong line.

                                                          ­                       Twice.

He calls me out in 53 seconds bursts/
Stinging laughing tears trickle jump ooze --

It was only a matter of time until he would see this deeply,

only I didn't think it would feel so much like
questioning what it is I actually want from my actions and why I'm destroying so much to get there.

Or finally knowing that my self consciousness manifests as a narcissistic, heavy missile on the other side of existence.

Or that I'd be thanking him, even through this blurred pain in my chest.

That I would push away just to feel that tidal pull of love's metaphysical gravity spool and spin , turning vortexes, drawing me back to him as the worlds we built burn , rendered to fragrant ashes.

Some where else
it feels different,
lighter...

In the world behind my eyes
landscape weather systems....

swierall /
cloaouudss! We are playing
despite the uncertainty
still,
life lives her vibrant hues through me.
watchu playin at fool !!
Dance where the music is , let her 10pm sunset strokes caress you to sleep.

My centre's essence clear water sustenance
ready to flow through these charred veins,

giving myself over to mystery,

you are further away then you've been             still
geographically I'm the closest I've been to you since last.

board the plane

love rushing forth for the angered tiredness from your voice  runs rings round my mind,        
                             prompts me
          I'm praying now, in ernest, to Great Spirit that I may have the humility and strength, humor and vision in this becoming....

time is shushing me now,
                                                     give yourselves the healing space, she croons as I sleep sailing through the atmospheric ocean.

A chronic disharmony
clutching at the skull inside my flesh and the stomach unfurling in a perfect illusionary storm

sometimes i would wonder if i would see them in the street or what they would say about me and gasp in pain as the tyrants who lived in my belly chuckled at the residual aftershocks from an event that passed , at the height of it's rule , just over a year ago.

slowly with each breath i breathe i bring myself to a place of still resourcefulness
to react to that situation in a way that does not impale my sense of self nor rob me of my right to be
and that is my freeness
that only I can bestow unto me.

If it means for the next 3 days you do nothing but eat apple butter and pizza toast , then so be it. As long as it is you who is feeling this. Being guilt tripped be fear happens to us all. But recall to oneself that fear is
False Evidence Appearing Real…. that and 5 long breaths should clear any fog.
Do enjoy yourself….. life is not about pain only. Subjective  are the connotations of things like pain and fear , death and war. Do see them as rough materials to work with. There is too much ( and i’m not the too much police , believe me.. ) There is too much wonder in the cosmos for life to be about pain only.
I am a thought artist , an astral creator , a realm wonderer with purpose.
Dig deep and hug that fear , transmute it and in the process aid another being who is stuck , woman … do your good in all the nooks and crannies…. see how light it makes you feel , see how whole it makes you feel… see how centered it makes you!
Do trust.

interchangable tides

that's how you mesure time in jupiter - in songs
explores of the lost ark

so much to see
yet time is kind...
ye wish be true
truth so guides the compassionate compass
to rightful
ways

floating faces


lit with the bright moons in each other's eyes

moons of venus , of saturn , of Galatic -  intersection number 5

brilliant blue luminescence
visionary excellence
humble sensi bow

healing myriad of energy geometric patterns
on third eye

visions.

Emptiness is full
frothing at the edges
come bowls of sea foamed , rich tone
of wave
vibrations

undulating shores
of invisible islands , that form in the space around the music.

Materializing are the friendships of harmony -

close knit fantasies
ring out in each layer
a mystical magical movement - vibration

emanating for all to share

dive deep

into the domains  of the  wordless , formless

Where have i been?

What have i seen? at the outer reaches of my minds universe?

well  , some of it is so dark that it is made up of the stuff of the nightmares we bathe in
sos

save our souls
the calls reached all the way out there but i got lost in my own madness
and that place as wonderful as it is

well i am all of those deamons too
so
i guess now we are even and we've settled our scores
because we die daily in our ritual rebirths

i saw the sand of time fall to pieces
and explode into a million different ways of being
and i saw all the fractures like mirrors in a fairground

i saw myself in all my different guises
as a mistress
as a husband
as a butcher
as a teacher
as a student

and still i have not found the enlightened ground
but i have
i saw it before
in a flash

and the roket fuel for this intergalatic trip i've just returned
is and was and continues to be nothing more than the love of one man

even if he doesn't think so and that i do it allmyself

well i couldn't have done any of it
if i didn't know that i'd see him again sooner rather than later

and lets see what we can acomplish by sunrise then

it's a dare

it's a date

it's a chase

and maybe i'm addicted
but maybe i'm not
and maybe i'm a fool
but maybe i'm not

and maybe as i slip into my new / old skin
i understand for the first time my power

to ****
and to grow

and even if
there is no time
and we float like endless clouds across the sky
i know i still speak with nature
and maybe it's just another day
and maybe tommorow it will all go away

but i
am a dj
and i am a god

and i will not stop

untill this world sees peace
and hears it too

i will play on
untill eternities sunrise sets
no matter what comes my way

so goodnight
and fly well

may all your wishes come true
and may all your hopes feel

Today i woke up in an old bed ,
where i spent last winter in meditation -

after having went to summer party
salad mountians and a million and one stand of food
candyfloss , fair ground ride , face painting , a band , drinks everywhere in buckets with sun block attatched to it even though it was kinda cloudy but there were nice clouds

and best - some people roaming about with a sunflower cut out taking polaroid pictures

and in them there is someone holding the sun.

(haha)

What a lot has happened today..
hmm .. i collected some old things , ate a routine breakfast of bagels and home made plum jam , with the addition of a coffee -

the subtle changes even in a few months ranges from old place to new  old place

that is the distilled essence of travel and indeed a marker of journey's  progression

return to an old place - to see the new, no matter how small -
in a place one thought devoid of any new textures ,

smells sights sounds and emotions

yet, yet -  here is something new .


I saw an old friend
several in fact .

Family -

Families.

And then i sat down to write for a bit and drank some vanilla chai tea.
and listened to some good music and draw a little.

and that was snapshot of day snapshot of day 78739101-1

END ARCHIVE:

For a moment a river,
just a moment a river,
rushing past, just a moment,
a river.

For a moment, just a moment
caressing curves on those river bed rocks
for a moment, just a moment a molecule of water in the sky
for a moment, just a moment,
a river
for a moment just a moment
rushing on by.

Now is the moment, just a moment, river-like,
for a moment, just a moment I am that river.

For a moment, just a moment
I remember what time is
for a moment, just a moment
non-linier.

For a moment just a moment
a riverbed rock,
for a moment, just a moment
an ancient stone,
a moment just a moment,
this is who I am
forever and never
some time ago.

Super imposed onto my retina
what array of images nest there

nonchalance and passion
spacial awareness and communication

other places
ethereal.

the steady  undertone of darkness
that i see in me in you
mama ocean's star fish

i knew that i was lucky to see this but i better high tail it out of there fast before mama gets angry - you be steppin on her babies

her babes - all she cares to tend is the babes and she will not stop until they are taken care of
you have no idea

you have no idea , how much it hurts when you **** a child
any thing with a heart beat is sacred

sacred ground that has been birthed from the very earth we pillage from ,

we are killing ourselves
forget killing each other, we are killing our own children -
we are killing the future before it has even begun - making time ,

i , am a woman of nature -
you are a man of nature -

we are the nature that holds steady and rocks hard
we are the star children of mama earth and we are not happy when you squish the creativity  

we won't punish you but mama will
just and fair

Earth MAMA
thank you for your abundance and your care and your energy that pervade the all clearing seeing humus of life
(environmental interested minds - hola!!!)

bunny rabbits
i don't feel like falling , i feel like reverse engineering the biometric coding in bodies ,
tip top

leave the mess
can we please
just distill this essence and let it brew for a while
i don't wanna touch it.

but my impatient mind does you no justice ,
pardon if you thought you found solace in hearts of strangers

because , no one is a stranger. just friends in the making , and my gosh , i hope you are taking notes.

because , what exchange - one can make with people from places that have never graced even the dust on my purple lipstick lips ...are worth more than pearls and rubies ...man ....

hear me , if you would - because i prefer to whisper so maybe i won't be misunderstood

i feel you.
and that's how i define elusive love - if i can feel your heartsong reverberate then i know it's  some form of love

nothing more nothing less, there are many creatures on this planet.

BE patient for you were once like him.
Young, joyous and dead inside. Let your frustrations melt into compassion for the journey he is embarking on. Your patience is a gift, hard earned , from toiling the same fields he has yet to sow. His wisdom is in it’s nubile stages where your compassion may water those seeds no end.

Love is your guide, is love not your guide?

Laughter is your superpower , is laughter not your superpower?

Fun is the cosmos, is it not Fun?

Grief is real , so let it through -

Least it turns to anger and eats you whilst you are still living....
on   and on   and on

Be patient for you were once like him.
Be patient for you are not him, he is not you.

Life doesn't always work on the currency of hope.

Be patient for the same fields you have yet to sow
ones you don't even know,
already bloom and fruit, seed and disperse
over on his land called a body.

You are a branched, crooked tree,
and this is the way we exist,
when we are ourselves.

Unknowable until the moment,
powerful beyond our dreaming,

bring yourself back in,
to the land that is your eyeballs and knees,

soft
and slow
and gentle.

It’s the space.
Like a breath of fresh air , i stumbled across him in the most unheard of place.

This man with wild hair and wilder ideas , i think i saw several solar systems go up in flames at the whip crack precision of his words.
There is magic in in eyes , and sensi bows in his wisdom , ancient reverberations play with his thoughts.

Sometimes i forget who he is and get anxious that he’ll think , this or that about me -
but then i recall and fall into a comfortable place between
breakfast and lunch.

Why do we often see ourselves as cracked mirrored monsters
and soul-less entities that are worth less than the next ?

How does this ring true to the infinite beauty that you know lies within your self.
In the form of cells and dna...in the form of your ethereal creation...in the hug you give some one...

It is not the mistrust of yourself that seeps into your pores but it is the mistrust of a world in which 'an honest lie' is called advertising and a commended joy.  

We have no morals , no code of conduct , we are free to chose yet condemned to no choice unless we ourselves decide that it is so.

For nothing is , until we deem it.

The sun is not a sun until i say so , at least not to me.
I am a universe unto myself and a god unto my own being,
i am creation's destruction.

Even if we don't always feel it , we always are it.

There is, a colder side to the summer but only so we know what cold is and what hot can be.
We are no more nor less than the ant, than the bumble bee.

Bring me your lips so i may nibble them ,
your eyes so i may know the depths of your love like a deep space observation , never cease to amaze my neurons with your subtle light.

Grant me your legs , wrapped around me at dawn .

Know that when we are together in the closest of moments i know that everything falls away to reveal the mystical dimensions , dreams aspire towards

The whispers kept between me and you ,
like the
Texture of grey beard hairs.
Become
cherished heart-breaths.

forays into the unknown , into the magical , into the spherical
emitting pulsating rays from the astral body thrown out of the physical ****** is release , harmony , purification

wolf lips
teeth to hips hips to mouth

ice cream so good it makes you wanna **** people
ice cream so velvety you wanna make sweet sweet love to it

sunshine so melty wispy curling clouds whip across the sky,
twist like a message.
Mad libs , learning meaning , watching people , people watching us...we .. watch each other from behind the scenes cough * screens... *cough
Sunset picnic , good night sun we call !
pasta and a nutmeg chocolate , dulche de leche milkshake.

We speak of plans. We speak of future , when i have been living by the day. Dripping meager drops of the future from my tongue , she slugs it forth like a dam burst.  We speak of her frustration with the siblings. We speak of news on Yai and uncle. Grandma has had another operation , all my books and room decorations are at her house now , she’s offering me a job. Uncle is taking his epilepsy pills now, i am wary - pills can mess you up.  Attempting to stay sober. Facing himself. She cried  - A conversation with the mother , long distance mothers day , tears soak her cheeks as she see’s me for the first time since January. Perhaps a self imposed exile. The distance has done us good. I was expecting stress from this conversation but the familial energy sustained more peace. Granted..she is still in the throws of her huge landing. So some things are still up in the air. But i...i see myself now. It was entanglement , where i could not tell where she began and i stopped. Unpacking the karma i arrived with.

~~*

moon beam slows down time
skips the clouds into another dimension - thrown back with a jolt to earthspace
a mystic ballet , seamless motions pivot , friendly air smells like summer and new things growing -
hidden behind a slight veil of purple mist , moon draws her magnificence,
etched onto the passing cumulus clouds -
carp fish , wild boar running through the woods
smiley face mid wink and tongue stuck out.  
swift wind accompaniment
dew point reached
light cardigan weather cardigan present from the cosmos
overpriced chips , parks with no soul , bars laying music to the concrete , way too loud ,

stretching with bare legs and grey knee high socks against the chilly air on top of the dust bowl dog park
pitter patter dreaming of blowing gas stations up and skipping away on cctv cameras leading to us as the perpetrators.

parents try to give us what they didn’t have .... balancing out the imbalance in themselves
being parented is somewhat selfish
they -
shaped by the lack of fathers or the abusive mother
generations imbibe the past in transmitted transmuted  format

only knowing the extremes , the extremes they give
but we

not quite midnight , not quite morning wondering stars , ingest , test and leave what we do not need , with enough guts to get out there and do our own thing..... move as we feel compelled to move , grab the life we have been gifted and play !
play damit.
PLAY.

that is what my mother sometimes does not see too, the theatre production stage we are on.

Enough guts , to play this play for all it’s worth ,

we’re rewarded with each other to fall asleep to.

Don’t get me wrong , doesn’t mean we don’t take it serious.. picking up trash in the park , way after dark.

The game is to ward off thoughts of too heavy thinking
lightness moves.

dancing with the devil , baby , tip toe across the spiral staircase floor
iron wrought with passionflowers flowing up the sides
door -
the only one
right at the top - by the clouds
duck egg blue
number 7, the key is under the mat.

don't hesitate

merge with the simplistic
desires

no shame in your shame
no shame is all ours

take , the coats on the wall wash your feet and face if you are weary and clean

and then -

the atrium
with soft lighting

- window left hand side -
view changes - daily

doors

7 more ,

each intricate to lead - the traveler away onwards

to lovers arms.

what we can do with our love?

well

let's not kid ourselves

lets lay down the law -
of our own relationship

and see what happens?


well


well


well


what do we have here?

what do we have here?

always gunna want more

this is the most dangerous drug i've ever touched

his salt kisses

and potent touches
are enough to breathe life into death

and death into life

we die constantly in the interchanging sections

and well - it's not exactly a simple plan we've constructed with the band

it's quite a few different aspects
to the way we love

1. we began with a trip

2. we end with one too

3. we keep our space when need be

4. we let each other be exactly as crazy as we are

5. we don't ever , ever forget how much love is worth

6. we play
36. love thyself above all

and know that it does crazy things

the whole of perceptions will change forever and ever and ever

and when the love is shared

well

well
well

well.....even stranger improvisations appear from null and void destinations and complications that appear to be inverse sensations


oh.

even more
the reflections of ourselves

are very very

curiously wonderful
new word!!!!!!!


shloom : Defenition

the feeling of a laugh that pervades throughout all the halls of time and selfs perpetual
sunrise


sinking into the smiles of solo flying

duel speed

we are astro monks sitting in our robes on a flying moth that guards the outer reaches of this universe

and well

earth sent out a very large warning cry so we know who needs us and when and where

and we are on the way

we are already there

instant.


we are not aliens

we are not scary

we look just like you and me and we know exactly
how we play this


very well done chaps

improv is exciting


heheheh


heheheeh
is this long enough ?


oh an essay?

you want a 4000 word essay on why i love life?

and DEATH??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!




NO.


sorry not sorry.

WHERE the black bird grows brown wings ,
sunlight streams through the tree's like fresh lime juice
WHERE the seamingly seamless seams of time's cosy blanket slip and slide like jelly on plate
Simple pleasures of butterfly wings and fallen feathers
So it will be ,
whatever it will be

Skips in linear time , allow glimpses to past present future in the now , safe in the bear hug of universes subtle touch

ludicrous , how humble i feel , for all the love i have received from all i meet and all i greet
awake before my alarm , to re-dream of the merging mind and body collide and sink into the endless bubbling brook

my share , of the bounty , harvesting the plenty , living in eternity within human form or without

In the specific
pacific there is a hubbub
around the boat
it was a palava!
the foolish fiend
ate Pavlov on the **** deck.

THE END

a blessing in disguise is

worth more

than

a blessing in plain sight.

hidden meanings

make themselves

seen

hidden no more.

the light bulb moment

when you kick

yourself over a

light bulb moment you should have seen before.

You darken light
so shine bright

oxymoron's juxtapositions finding oneself in pondering situations
humor in each step , fairy lights guide the path less traveled
feeling the peace pieces fit together
jigsaws of unabridged meaning

simply seething with the intimate feeling of moonlight
hopping from idea to idea to thought to thought

love's boundaries are naught and love's hugs are many
loves kisses flow plentiful
indigo rivers on far off archipelagos snake into brown rivers flows mixing merging
the same happens in the soul

culminations and starters
Pudding just a little while after

A lot around , a lot within , a lot in addition to the whimsical nature of life's flight of fancy
floating feather drops.

I met a man ,
with ******* bags in two hands,
and a shirt that says -

'join the conversation'

i ask for a photograph..what spills forth is
a torrent of pent up pain , of tears and a shaky smile ,

i tell him, you've got this far , you've met me , you didn't think that would happen today...
and i tell him , i hope that some good luck comes his way ,

i hope that something changes to make his life happier , he says he'll wait for me
i say i won't be back , i am a one time listener
he says people see him as not human
i say people are strange , he says as soon as they are rich they look at me with distaste
i can feel the bitterness on his lips ,

i say that these people can not be happy
he says but they have it all

i say but they have no happiness sitting in traffic in their BMW , at least you have your thoughts
he says his penny's worth on how he sees society

this man is a philosopher .

i walk away humbled , i hope i left him with the thought that there is light yet..

That's just the flows , flow
speking to souls?

or am i just writing to myself
out there in the web , i see

people seeing me

and saying nothing

...


yet knowing more than they probably would if they hadn't seen this...

wHO are you?

Reading this... perhaps you are a person ; who loves fruit juice for lunch and shiny golden shoes. Maybe not.
I wouldn't know
but you see me..
i marvel at that ability we have now...

Technological.



or maybe.
you are more like the lightning with thunder happening somewhere.

there is always a thunderstorm somewhere.

i remember now, it was by the tree that i found the fallen star. I saw it from my window as i lay waiting for sleep to visit, the moon was full to the brim that night. Spilling lucid light onto the landscape adding highlights to the dales and lowlights to the fields of tea.

The fallen star was still warm, i hoped i could save it. So i climbed the tree with the star tucked in my jacket pocket. Limb over limb till i sat on the crown, ready to call the route for the fallen star to go home.

That is when it began to talk.

"I am here, to make sure you know there is only one thing

that will stop you.

It’s in plain sight but hidden under a mask,

your best friend who will ask you to make amends.

Under the rocks into the caves it’s a farce it’s a maze. So all you have to do is ask and you’ll find your way home”

and with that the fallen star fell.

Frogs stand , eyeing the ending oceans touches
             Fruit on shoulder - woman walks in front of tanning visitors from far off places
here to grace the island with beach novels and naps.
       Zip wetsuit , speedboat serenade attempts in vain to drown the roar of ocean and soft coo of dove
nor splash of body in pool or the glimpsed brief conversation in passing from no faced strangers

Low and conspicuous hang the cumulus cloud , or could be base of thunderstorms stiring brew.
          Return , Re - Turn to open ended , natural flow of water lines and bike bells toll , to late night samba and leave the propaganda , tender touches and daytime lunch , with night time conversational munch .

forever are the courses running closed , to be in their eternal mind a fool to think things end
they only ever stop to start again,
finish to begin
anew afresh
thunderous rains slap at the pavement from the 15th floor
sheets are seen
moving in their own cyclonic storm whirls
nevermind the sky scrapers or monorail
hit hard at the concrete creepers scaling the air

less a jungle more mountain chain of robotic tendencies

Asleep in a den made out of
furry dreams
and cinnamon bun kisses

restful peace overcomes the interlude
of restless discord

the finish is a start
harness the power from this reset
there is

hope yet,
for the other realities to emerge from the beat of sun drums and moon flutes

To be alive , you need only
check your pulse

but to be awake you need to check your brain waves.

we have LIFE !!!

awoken from slumbers embedded in furs , the Queen of Wands awoke.
Her lands , not here ...

electric tonight - she cruises down the coast
searching for the lost treasures of her chambers
her magicians assistant is only the temporal nature of illusive dragons breath
smoke and mirrors

she finds the land empty but the people all alive

she finds the sea's empty - all the fish in bellies or thrown back to rot

she finds the tree's felled she finds the mirror broken

such is the nature of our planet.

what would one deem had happened if they awoke from the year 1300?
our mere mortal delight squandered on the mirage of delights

it's a maze out there , lovers , watch your backs and watch your fronts...

let compassion be your guide , honesty your light and there is only one place you'll go...

( no one knows , i just follow where the mind's rivers flows)

we're here for the scenery anyway

i know ,  westward flies the raven - there is not much between , the veils of illusions seductive dance and the nature of  natures embrace  , perpetual , wild and free.

Don't let them fool you

this is very real and very real very real

sometimes reality is better than dreams
and when dreams collide we all know what happens

we weave intricate together and i want you to know that the passion the ignited is still alive and well

breathing in and out soft sighs that escape my lips without my choice
because it has been and is always but a choice made in the seas of seas and lights of lights in need

restless rivers flows have entrenched and doused by heart space and womb space with untold treaures untold untold untold

and that's the way we do this news
new songs lyrically i've never seen you write better
then i saw you play last night

and i knew you
i know you
and i have known you so this is not exactly a love sonnet but it is and improvization

of lyrical *******

and this is a blessing in friendship
i stress the point should woman and men be friends first before they let the pen slip?

i write my thoughts of thin strips and thin line of callouses of me
and the scars form mothers and lovers of old
and new light illuminates from them and from them i feel that i could never stop this healing
untill the healing is done

then and only then we die

and then and only then we die

and then and only then they die

and then and only then do we really feel the power rise up in our bodies and we let that wave course through the restless resltess rivers flows always wanting more

it's our prerogative
green gold sits my heart in the tree
as a stone one may imagine a dense emerald with flecks of gold dust and orange creeps in on the side
this is a mood ring after all the color of our hearts

but

in bliss diamonds flow

water ways lie empty
tidal flows no longer reach the shore

masked banter
halo repercussions

misinterpreted signals
but nothing is out of line

so yang flows to ying and the water filled up dried creeks

this is the way

and has been
still remembering

careering towards ultimate destinations

ultimatums lain low in the soil
sprout anew
in the endless movement of life cycle

well it must look kinda strange
someone is suddenly without name

steps up to you and hands you a photograph and says that you are wonderful
but i know he does it better than i could
so much better

there's nothing like this is there?
nothing on this planet that could satisfy us we want to roam the stars

with loves at heart
loves heart at hand

good thing someone answered the phone !

that can change everything ....!!!

Forests of Time await in the vastness of our hearts
and the simplicity of
our inner gems, they sing to us
paint themselves an accolade,
sing to themselves
a daring hum
of life present, serene
in the very same hearts

out here

are heartbreaks and suicides,
here, in these moments our tyranny is our blessing.

If you haven’t yet understood the power of this vesicle, comprehend.

Here down to our toes,
we are death, life, assimilated and working.

We are paradox's conclusions
we are demons denying themselves patience, do you hear me?

This could be our last sentence, our last repeat of the cyclic crimes splattered across screens and into our minds, honed deep into DNA and memories passed down to us,
do you think that karma doesn’t die….

Forget with me, for a moment what may tie to you to this or that, what may make you some way or another and remember,
the possibility of your existence and it's slimness and it's fervor

such beauty I could sing.

Come home.
Come home.
Come home to the wonder of yourself.

7 billion+ people and you are lovable, by some one, somewhere, right now, know this, and no I’m not talking ****** partners, although they may fall into the mix,
I’m talking family and friends,
I’m talking the trees who shake and shimmy and bend,
I’m saying the sky loves you, the rivers love you,
the dreams love you, you are a shimmering essence of pollution
turned sparkling star dust when you live like you are worthy, live like you know what you are, ( nothing short of a miracle)
live knowing the magic and beauty that flows through you,

yes, you who knows what death tastes like…and still smiles at the majesty of it all.

If you haven’t yet understood the power of this vesicle, comprehend.

We all have it on our very lips, we all have the ashes of those long dead in our lungs
we burn that to make our cars run.

We think we’re alone out here in the universe
we never even left home
Or explored the forests waiting in the vastness of our hearts.

Come home.
Come home.
Come home.

LOve
Ve
E
drips like sugar water into the once heavy womb of my heart space , the energetic debris from tsunami waves , the riptide pulling in layered insides revealing prayers materialized
dreams actualized, work finalized  , pieces fit together in the most miracles i've seen in so short a time

Living our reincarnate lives, within this one , the unraveling tendencies of parallel  realities that merger in the spiders fresh spun web of glittering pearls
just like the Buddha said , are we not all Buddhas too?

meat machines being driven by holy spirits no less ,
angels in plain clothes
third eyes expose the truth behind every face
a feathered friend sends messages and the constellations of cloudscapes aid in delivery , soft wind , hard wind ,
fire reduces all to ash ,
some flowers bloom only after a forest fire

how does it rain?


how does it shimmer and sprinkle- ease the tensions
between skies pressures
and ground lessers
impulse actions
allow trajectory placement
true aim -
exists.
In the quiet flicker of heartbeat syncronizational blip.
only pre-destined by present fates , do we sing , and dance the life samba
whilst ******* the night with our eyes, the moons ripples cascade into waterfall turrents
and sink into sinkhole underbelly of cavernous , decadence
grand caverns , without owners name
natural built caves of crystaline exuberance
bigger than you
bigger than me
just two duckies sitting in an awfully large ponf
*pond
we're nothing but dust motes
yet look at at what we are !