Everyday morning usual right, those rights,
these rights, my right to time alone to think
this is good enough to think about having done.
I told a story about a discovery, aha, and did
as I intended rediscover the joy of knowing,
life goes on, and we, the living equally know,
we can love beyond death, but we do it in mind.
Not blind confidence,
truth is knowledge hard bought
nothing feels like today in ever but real life.
Suppose prayers work and the will being done
on Earth as it is supposed and working in Heaven
Ever, as it were. Once, BIG,
as once upon a time, another time, not this time
we learned to read to remember we need not fret
this is the day we all agree we call today, so this is it.
Practicing patience is an art.
Officially we make ourselves, at life's pace,
wait as if that's all we have to do, at the end,
when first fruits of patient roots bloom inside,
when first memories of perfect stretchings,
yawning learning, a discovery probably
every mammal makes, yawning control.
Waiting for no reason, merely waiting so…
so I don't get ahead of myself and mistake
a step on a slippery rock in a feeder creek
on the Arizona side of Boulder Canyon,
about a mile below the dam…
Voltaire with his gardening gear,
in his waning year, grins at a kid,
hardly a blip in history, me as a kid,
'couldabin uhcontenduh, woulda, too
but for other people and girls, woo
wooing was sorta square dance culture
which made sorting boys from girls, uniform.
This is the way we wash our face, wash our face.
This is the way we wash our face, Ur lie, in the
morning ritual practical patterning gentling men,
mothers must be taught to teach to show men,
how to become useful to the bigger picture,
there, those other people,
they are us, too, we are the other people, too.
It's a magic time in the life of a star, maybe
we remember, in our metered and gently folded
genetic limitations, imaginably stretching unfolding
the founder's first strike,
the Franklyn stove John Joyce response
"Wisdom is justified of her children."
You, dear, that is to say worthy, holding value
you, dear reader, and me, the mind made up
by many before me, but it bears learning to know,
the early morning has joy in its mouth, gold
is a metaphor, or a map if we must try
soft enough to feel a bite, five pieces
three spent to get this far, almost half way,
waiting for the sun to rise and cross my canyon
waiting in some youtuber's
waiting after glowing gopro hike- I hear he's dead.
I just subscribed,
and now, he's died.
Instance on instance stacking up today,
as I make my face smile and purse my lips,
and stretch my wish into a proper prayer cir
cuit straightening a conceptual coil of inform
ing us as we equal creatives conceiving weaving
once and
again, into a way we
as native earthborn learners
exposed at papoose stage to dance
to music in the air, and mirrors in JCPenney
Infinity and beyond, wizardry so new, you know.
Steam engines and ripple free picture windows
those were works of wonderous good intention
and that's fine, at scale,
seeing Earth as our home planet,
seeing us being on it init on a given day
with a morning charging the day with wind,
feel it sweep the desert floor and rise warming
picking up more of the mental mettle chargers
pressed to spark piezo wise ways we keep fires
ready, burn, sparkle… Arizona canyon night sky
Yeah, it is better in the spirit than it was live,
but you have
that ability to imagine, we once saw that together.
Order. Good intention.
Say why, say because we love you.
Let patience have here perfecting work
Let go the explanatory habit, Habakkuk
habit, exploring the vision experiencing
doing what one does upon becoming
aha, qua
non
what manner of mental thing are we,
secondary at best, bet me, I'd say we
must imagine some all in, born into weform
webet init run it anditsendented the surface,
- we are at the inner edge of this morning
- sunshines on the qwerty,
finger interface
insider POV
bubble armor, three mile island science thick
drama at the core whying morning ritual,
we agreed… me now you later, in this once
at this time, we form brief awe, right, okeh
this is the way we make our peace we make
our peace first thing in the morning, then we
push and stretch and open our lungs as we
just think about loving to learn,💕
so we sing, and pledge allegiance, eh
then find that trait in your mental line,
the whiners or the trickster winners, who
whom… did you think we trusted, money
wise e pluralisms unems US a sort of kind,
one mind at some point, with some focus,
order in the language, assistant literates
occupy until cognate slang accrual piles
gnoshit gnosisnostalgia, as an itch
cha tahch touché
Charges as the expectancy rises, listen,
the aspect of ever each day has, here,
as the winds come
from the edge
of day
pushed with motions from the oceans, each
ripple as random as any and yet, today once
we tuned to one, line of wondering if we
tied a thread around a finger and remembered
forever is a local present moment instance
concept before everafter begins, that is
and we have jello time to think this with,
the sorrowless riches embedded satisfaction
peace theory of mindshare, still smiling, fine.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 12:41 PM UTC
Everyday morning usual right, those rights,
these rights, my right to time alone to think
this is good enough to think about having done.
I told a story about a discovery, aha, and did
as I intended rediscover the joy of knowing,
life goes on, and we, the living equally know,
we can love beyond death, but we do it in mind.
Not blind confidence,
truth is knowledge hard bought
nothing feels like today in ever but real life.
Suppose prayers work and the will being done
on Earth as it is supposed and working in Heaven
Ever, as it were. Once, BIG,
as once upon a time, another time, not this time
we learned to read to remember we need not fret
this is the day we all agree we call today, so this is it.
Practicing patience is an art.
Officially we make ourselves, at life's pace,
wait as if that's all we have to do, at the end,
when first fruits of patient roots bloom inside,
when first memories of perfect stretchings,
yawning learning, a discovery probably
every mammal makes, yawning control.
Waiting for no reason, merely waiting so…
so I don't get ahead of myself and mistake
a step on a slippery rock in a feeder creek
on the Arizona side of Boulder Canyon,
about a mile below the dam…
Voltaire with his gardening gear,
in his waning year, grins at a kid,
hardly a blip in history, me as a kid,
'couldabin uhcontenduh, woulda, too
but for other people and girls, woo
wooing was sorta square dance culture
which made sorting boys from girls, uniform.
This is the way we wash our face, wash our face.
This is the way we wash our face, Ur lie, in the
morning ritual practical patterning gentling men,
mothers must be taught to teach to show men,
how to become useful to the bigger picture,
there, those other people,
they are us, too, we are the other people, too.
It's a magic time in the life of a star, maybe
we remember, in our metered and gently folded
genetic limitations, imaginably stretching unfolding
the founder's first strike,
the Franklyn stove John Joyce response
"Wisdom is justified of her children."
You, dear, that is to say worthy, holding value
you, dear reader, and me, the mind made up
by many before me, but it bears learning to know,
the early morning has joy in its mouth, gold
is a metaphor, or a map if we must try
soft enough to feel a bite, five pieces
three spent to get this far, almost half way,
waiting for the sun to rise and cross my canyon
waiting in some youtuber's
waiting after glowing gopro hike- I hear he's dead.
I just subscribed,
and now, he's died.
Instance on instance stacking up today,
as I make my face smile and purse my lips,
and stretch my wish into a proper prayer cir
cuit straightening a conceptual coil of inform
ing us as we equal creatives conceiving weaving
once and
again, into a way we
as native earthborn learners
exposed at papoose stage to dance
to music in the air, and mirrors in JCPenney
Infinity and beyond, wizardry so new, you know.
Steam engines and ripple free picture windows
those were works of wonderous good intention
and that's fine, at scale,
seeing Earth as our home planet,
seeing us being on it init on a given day
with a morning charging the day with wind,
feel it sweep the desert floor and rise warming
picking up more of the mental mettle chargers
pressed to spark piezo wise ways we keep fires
ready, burn, sparkle… Arizona canyon night sky
Yeah, it is better in the spirit than it was live,
but you have
that ability to imagine, we once saw that together.
Order. Good intention.
Say why, say because we love you.
Let patience have here perfecting work
Let go the explanatory habit, Habakkuk
habit, exploring the vision experiencing
doing what one does upon becoming
aha, qua
non
what manner of mental thing are we,
secondary at best, bet me, I'd say we
must imagine some all in, born into weform
webet init run it anditsendented the surface,
- we are at the inner edge of this morning
- sunshines on the qwerty,
finger interface
insider POV
bubble armor, three mile island science thick
drama at the core whying morning ritual,
we agreed… me now you later, in this once
at this time, we form brief awe, right, okeh
this is the way we make our peace we make
our peace first thing in the morning, then we
push and stretch and open our lungs as we
just think about loving to learn,💕
so we sing, and pledge allegiance, eh
then find that trait in your mental line,
the whiners or the trickster winners, who
whom… did you think we trusted, money
wise e pluralisms unems US a sort of kind,
one mind at some point, with some focus,
order in the language, assistant literates
occupy until cognate slang accrual piles
gnoshit gnosisnostalgia, as an itch
cha tahch touché
Charges as the expectancy rises, listen,
the aspect of ever each day has, here,
as the winds come
from the edge
of day
pushed with motions from the oceans, each
ripple as random as any and yet, today once
we tuned to one, line of wondering if we
tied a thread around a finger and remembered
forever is a local present moment instance
concept before everafter begins, that is
and we have jello time to think this with,
the sorrowless riches embedded satisfaction
peace theory of mindshare, still smiling, fine.
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