The seed senses
A moment where the clouds turn right angles and the ocean turns herself into a bath tub
After the moon runs her cycles all in one night the systems reorganize themselves
And we are swung, eyes grasping just barely at the vastness of this eloquent dance
under the pull of a surrender

owning the ludicrous living.
observer
come , gather at this silence
flow slowly as this meanders
full moon love is delicate tender

ask , receive , thank , release
rinse, imbibe ,  rest ,
release
receive

laugh
shake
shake
laugh

give, allow
be.

Tin ,
straw ,
flesh.

mineral ,
plant ,
animal.

beings - creating - because that is what they like to do,

know the pact
that one makes
  creation = destruction.

The choosing...
upgrading,
aware,
to the magnificence of their power , yet grounded enough to not be lured ,
..................................bye said ego. Hello said Ego.

Everything we do now effects the next 7 generations ,
choose wisely.
With wisdom comes great responsibility
if one chooses
to uses

their wisdom wisely.

Music in thai , words rein and rain from my unassuming lips, so rarely do i sing in my mother tongue, sounds like honey to me.
poet am i , i can not write nor read the sounds fully, yet sing with such ease :)


Falling into the cloud river once again , although a little more windy i would say.
Carved with ravines and canyons ,
wind and earth meeting together by the water.
true trickster smiles wink in the fading daylight.

apple butter is my jam.
Fir tree
seeking rain shelter ,

edit photo , write poem , draw or paint  every day . Ritual meditation . Doing what creates love,

beings - creating - because that is what they like to do,

mineral ,
plant ,
animal

Tin ,
straw ,
flesh.

She had golden nail varnish and a fluffy pink waistcoat embroidered with zen patterns
her teachings released emotions and strengthened our bodies
we spoke  on green juice  
and veggies
as the sun exhaled into the could be of a day

clouds inhaled as the breath of the earth rustled and relaxed us

sparrows swung low over the lake

as our bodies got low and our minds stayed awake

open to the joy
acceptance of the gifts
unexpected personal yoga lessons
or
next door light bringers
or
love that lives on faraway continents
or any number of supposed coincidence
perhaps simply being able to get up in the morning with ease

It seems that i return to places and faces
i once saw with different eyes to see the different ways of seeing
London , Krungtheap seem almost alien upon return
from another land
This , i suspect is the essence of travel , slow paces relaxation is the task , is the quest
on , on  , on leaving imprints of emotion in every place
picking up new ways of feeling of believing , of hearing

shedding , malting , unraveling - traveling whilst sitting still with those loves, found in the dimmest of dim , those who shed light on the opaque din that enveloped the ears and melted wax into the drums to clear out the cobwebs of old webs left undone who move in the physical realms
touchdown , landing
meet me at the place where we met , this vibration calls me without a doubt to your home , to your house where i'll turn up at the door with a bottle of wine

you can choose where we dine !

holding back , holding in the worried words.
imaginary tension of the brain.

What is the worst thing that can happen , that i can not deal with.



Turn this leaf .

Spring takes no prisoners, expansion is implosion - breath - explosion.

I WISH IHAD THE WORDS TO BE SO ELOQUENT AND EXPLIN HOW I AM
IN CONCISE MANNER

WHO IS SO IMPORTANT THAT I MUST BE ME

WHERE DOES THIS PATH LEAD?

WHY MUST THERE BE A MAZE?

WHAT?

Hold onto your heart.

sometimes i like to imagine us :

sitting on the dark side of the moon concocting whisky drinks
and sending smoke signals to all the other wondering fools lost in spaces not so void-less nights
you are probably wearing all manner of dream catching instruments
and maybe for a short while i'll just be a flower

and then we just lie about , intertwined ,  watching the stars fall agape  from the heavens and greet us with sprinkles of kisses
until we laugh so much the moon gets up and shouts

"that's enough guys ! i'm trying to nap!"

de brief of the daily motions
one spin ,
two spins , three
sattalite drop ,
******* stop ,
bus , hop ,

people move
plants grove
static motion
less wheel

sick to the bone with who should have dones and who could have beens
now i exist as i am

with stable
heart beat
glows
-

leaves drift onto beds of mush and the autumn color turns dirt to rust
and white chestnuts
with green shoots

we made it - it's the hill.
the hill that feels
there is a pulse

we're still alive
.

De-Brief

the consumers are dead and the masses are free
the slaves turned master the master turned greed
the master turned needy -
to be saved by those he mis treated

wanted.
for treasons,

crimes against the hound
crimes against the natural zone
crimes against one's own

i kept dreaming to see the day
and it has arrived....

the dominos first fell in my mind
and mind alone

tangible aspects were no more than prospects
and no more than silt on soils floor hip hop stop cash flow drop so low so fro go

Godly
fires
the wind does rain on earthen mothers terrain \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

filling up holes in small time souls
who sit in the whiplash of desert !

Pumpink Pie - SMILE ;)

follies, follies , follies -
stick with us - we'll show you some more/

from

The GentleMans cLUB.

- ANON

I for the lack of it
seek not fortune but a means to get by it is just being that i seek
emotions tumble
beauty is disregarded
a motionless failure
a notion bombarded by natures intertwining state of garden sunshine light and nebulas space i , an atom an atom am i , pull this forth , seek not the resides of man’s bitter games but feel the pull of fairy dust and sparkling stars

I was at the edge of myself       almost becoming
the words waiting in silence


maybe i don't have to explain
because I saw two trees
embrace
in the justpastmidnight light
and the vision
stilled me.

The intention of deeds need no intention at all. The drive, the force that powers the sun is the same force that powers the very actions that we take.
In all it's glory it asks for no reward, other than the privilege to be.

LET the willows blow soft
inside me, by the lake yonder i sit
eager to stay

         Quiet refuge by the waters edge
sunlight , pouring yellow onto the planet
that breathes
                         It itches the
dream at my right hand side , it itches tapping at my mind , myself calling out to me , beckoning -
Let be the worries of the world , let be your destiny or
fate , let be your presumptions let be the tests of the universe , let be , all is ease , seeds now sprout new growth
               LET BE and all shall yield.

Well , i may as well use the powers i've gained through hard lessons

Healing myself is now applicable.

Nice one , universe, did you see this coming?

Did you see this ....God?
I guess you did ,

hmmm.

Makes me think how do we look , us humans ...from an outer planetary perspective -

Looking for peace of mind , made me realize that it was never not there.

just obscured by a slowly clearing fog now ..

i can smell the fresh dawns

this time .

something tells me good adventures and plain sailing is on horizons dip point,

i ain't gunna say no baby!

hoist the sails, we sail on till dawn -

i exist many– a feeling

a being
a way
a path
a love
I am not just perfect golden child material.
My sustenance is born of so much more
My selfishness,
my pride,
these
sinful vanities give me motion and are within me something I must love
not fear
send me my love
send me my love send me my love
send me my love
and let my flower bloom still where the light is not
deep down dank hate is rotting away
and I say nay,
I say nay, I still bloom there , even though my mother  told me it wasn’t ok, for 19 years!
Forget her , she’s learning still,
Nay ! I am still beautiful, crown woven dark and bright,
yellow and pink , brown and orange
Dance and sing
Flush out the rest
No more , no more , no more hate
Festering festering
Festering.

we sang a song the 3 of us, 3
generations dancing om
and ahum to the sound of a singing bowl ring ring ring as we
welcomed the sun
up up up thru clouds etched supernatural perpetual hues of pink sung
sung sung back to us and beneath our toes inside our hearts earth vibrates when we remember why we are here,
and then live from this place

We-Peace-
      motion
             steller
                     beings

of
   infinite
        glory
owe our luck
to strokes of chances paintbrush
and the homeless in Islington
and the sleepless in Maine.

I don't want the future obsession
it's an illness, a dis-ease of the soul !
I want the intimacy of now, to play the cards still in my hand!
The cosy nook of this moment is plenty, an offering from on high!

So here was the crux -
              in my silent way
I envied my sister  
The-Would-Be-Me
for being able to allow the future to
come as it would.
Until I became her.

I live the life of moments, delicate like a hummingbirds wings
with eyes they look perpetual,

I exist as an enigma of spirit, this world is so harsh
these ways of living so cutting
in defense
calling on my warrior is not always the best course of action
sometimes it's my lover that must be the witness to the moment.

If I wasn't so old, I'd struggle to exist under the weight of earth even more so
the gravity of actions is mighty
the tipping scale is small

To support a being who sees with the eyes of spirit
in a world led by the blind
takes a wicked team

for them, I am so truly grateful
all those corporeal or otherwise
my love for you
is deep and vast

We blaze this trail together -
What would the accomplishment be if I were to cross the line alone?

Perceptions are relative,
lives in lives
start at twists of fate , one moment too late ,
one too early
open the doors
No matter which way it may seem , crudely put as good and evil

harmony strums from both

If i'm quite sure where to listen              the words exist perpetually

What once  little me                   sung gospels of
has sunk into the sea.

thoughts met with resistance
stagnate and form dis-ease

especially them reflex thoughts ,                given a
thought              turn out to be denial
that thoughts
can (be            let) pass
without marker or address               that a notion
can cross the endless ocean            of of my self-mind
without duress           or that opinions                 can
move right through.

We pray to each other - the movement of all  , inside us is
honored , respected , cherished

we touch each others hearts and then we growl and move a hand to the neck and the other pulling gently on hair ,
expanding into a paradox's conclusion.

Electric tingle , lightning skin
thunder breath on

   nape of neck .

Until I reached 18
I felt like a product of my mother , which …
I suppose is true, but I spoke more of her than of me ,
I spoke more of she than of me
I was ashamed of my lack of accomplishment so tried to make up for the wisdom and worries I though I should have ,
I’m not sure where this mindset came from
but I know where it’s going
and that is away from me

but even away is to come
so how can anything ever be gone away ?
that’s the quandary that is solved with the realization
that transmutation is the only way to truly defeat / displace / remove something  
the sending away of something will only cause it’s eventual return

so come with me , shadow
let me feed you the waters you need to move through this way
I already see the brightness
glow and glimmer in your core
as you scream please help me
help me !
let me be something not for these people!
I cry
Out loud
But only in my mind

The mouth makes the shape but the sounds don’t come near,
For fear
of the other’s ears
Please I beg to myself
Please help me .
Deaf to my own callousness
And blind to my own blood
I bleed on the kitchen floor along with my mother’s art piece , bleeding out her story so she can move on.
I’m no longer bound by anything but the tides of this mind
And the calling from the bottomless heart ,
Also things like gravity and forces like the earth turning.

humor is the hotline ,
to the whole centre consciousness

Here's a joke:
What's left when all the mistakes have turned to dust , blown away by winds of change?
A fine sculpted piece of consciousness and three eyes with vision expanded.

Centuries old

i've seen these stars dip and fall
and i've seen the daily motions
unfurl and unwind time and time again

passing -

the elephant in the room
i am not fighting the system,
i am not fighting anyone
i am embodying the truth and that in itself is the easiest thing to do it requires no war.
i am choosing to not play the game with a rigged die,
this is no old energy, she is the most ancient energy.


Like a flow of water possible of tearing down houses or caressing the smallest flower. The door is open and she came knocking on my heart, shaking the cobwebs from these stagnant corners reminding me it was I who had to open the door, no matter how many knocks or rings of the bell.
all the signs, all the perfect timings all of it boils down to me as always. The Elephant in the room.

Living here , can't help but move*
sailing each course with the gifts of divine love anchoring
mixtures of light and dark.
                   focus
                                    Living here , can't help but move
         away from the moments of unrest , sculpting each moment of this day into beauty with my hands, thoughts and kisses.

Living here , can't help but move
Swirl like laughter round the tea cup of herbs
move into the space where it's a heartbeat
dust off the dust.
                                       Living here , can't help but move
It's a dawn that breaks ,  swallowed up by the mid day sun , here on this planet , it's like the sky is chewing very slowly
open , close.

Loving here means i do the same too.
open , close.
open , close.

I am made of flesh
i am soul baked out of hearts oven
wearing the hat of kinds
my hair  ,

swimming in the soupy soup fog of earth - level living
cosmic astronouts
mhmm
i guess i could be a queen
or a princess
but i know i'm only a molecule
in the ether

which , is my 5th element and is yours still...

i have no more faith then for those who stick with me - and see me , i my lowest hour to my highest high , even if they weren't there physically at the time

Our own imaginations are beyond comprehension
in the moment nonsense garbles
but with the sight of past eyes looking
there unfolds a divination
coming from the spiral pool depths
a fascination with order and control
may miss out on these soul callings
sometimes shoutings
out to our weary hollowed ears
Look at the stars , Look at the feet !
Run to the trees and sway!!

The birth of a star shedding light in the dark. But there is nothing more beautiful than death, for it is the passage way for birth. Just as all the elements thrown out allow new life to be born so does the death of a loved one, for it is their legacy that allows us to build from their wisdom and from their stories they feed us and nourish us. Just as the dead fox feeds the maggots and the maggots feed the birds and the birds feed the fox.
After all in the middle of death , there is the last wish. dEATh.

strength is found in

places

faces

and it graces

haphazardly the weak

and meak

in their hour of need,

not to be mistaken for greed.

The Sun doesn’t worry about taxes
and the Moon has no cares for the late morning train,
the flowers bloom even if no one is watching and never ask if their petals look fat in that shade of pink!
No worm i’ve ever heard of has frowned when she didn’t get that new laptop for her birthday,
nor has a swan ever cried because he wanted to be blue but got white instead.

I am hot in
my hands
the warm flow
of life buzzing in us
is leaving me -
I transform
womban

this deep
in mystic mystery
when eyes see nought so be it.
When eyes see me , see me.

So says self - selfish
soul so made of gluttony + misery
temper! So oblivion
so called
mystery so severe
i want only to shake out some memory or ignite
ignite my own soul

Dance ,
    no one watches
                             you live yours.

Oh!  i !

Ooo! I !

Ahh... I!!!

Yes
i thought i knew it all and every time i think that
something comes along
and knocks me on the ***
and says "excuse me but ahem" .

12 minuets to launch
and i sit
on a podium of my own building
elevated to a plane
of concious living
on tangent myriads of broiled , boiled , bubbling *** of ideas

it’s true evolution was found not by one but by two
for that is the nature of life anyway -
we use what is on hand to create and solve problems
We acknowledge all in the process.
The people who speak to the trees

It took , and it gives.
But it is a choice.

The tears are but distilled wisdom

After the release

after the release


and the rains soft drops have dusted the sandy soils with her salt kiss tears

there
in the  desert of desire felt the rains of faith

and how the mist rolled in across the ocean
there , the plants still grow at the edge of the fog - where the mysteries still lie vacant

yet unfulfilled
but many in the making

a soup.

And over here is the present kitchen !  ///...\\

It’s already on the way out that’s how I see letting go, all that is required of me is to make space for whatever it is to leave. Something else is coming anyway, that’s nature. Nothing ever dies it transmutes. Everything is evolving through transmutation anyway. It’s harmony ya’know?
It’s the harmony to the melody
same same but different
interconnected but all of it’s own.
That’s how exploration lives
jumping from one harmony to another

Old days of the work
come to me now
aid me in my wisdom
call me to my work once more
touch me with your light
may i integrate into myself the harvest
and may i plant for the winter
may i share of the bounty
the fullness of nothing
the emptiness of everything
may i offer the waters
and in turn be quenched.

do you feel the breeze of cosmic dust,
as it rains down on eyes that can not see spectrums of brilliance?

holy smokes
holy smokes

rolling stones gather no moss but for now i sit
finally at some temporal standstill
before i move again

but that's ok

i wish for love - always
it's like i hope love will show up around each street corner
and most days it does
( i'm rambling )

i'm sorry , not sorry

i'm vast and i'm small
i'm every contradiction under the sun
and all i want to do is create

all i want to do is let these words spill
and never stop
and never stop
and never stop

take a look at your hands, notice the veins

the skin cells

your cuts and scars.

this is not important.

this is all there is.

this is the sole manifestation of yourself.

time is finite and death terminates all.

you is one of many?

you are part of a whole?

you are part of a system?

like the water cycle?

some may spend eons trapped in glaciers?

and others roam free?

But the beauty is that we have a choice?

now?

where would you rather be….