what’s on the agenda for today? the pre-summer soil is softening for the till and time is fast ripening on the vine. seventy-two silly angels are swimming sideways through the ethers sowing sacred seeds of sacral energy and so blooms celestial clusters of protons and neutrinos. we’ll reap a golden crop of Elysium wheat - come this Autumn’s Comanche harvest moon because the fruit lives in the harvest like a bee in the hive like a house made of hexagons in the sky. place the left hand over the heart place the right down upon the belly breathe deeply from the sacrum everything is gonna be alright. two hands of woman and man feel the heart thumping plasma and prana pumping the sun and the moon orbit according to fated rhythms… everything already is alright. ‘things are that which the word makes them in naming them’ cleaved from the tongue your word is Law. tilt your head back blow prana vayu in the sky watch the egress of the thunder clouds fleeting and the bending and the bowing of the rain. our eyes are two prisms refractors of the Light they vibrate together to make an octave like a dial tone just behind your brow. your heart is a silicon satellite picking up on all the waves and boson particles magnetizing synthesizing so many shades of green I almost ran out of canvas feel the space open up wide inside your sinus and wide horizons of your mind the Spirit is gently rapping tapping at your inner door- the door of Brahma- the Brahmarandhra- unlock the latch and let your Self in. take heed of the Sacred Feminine her compassion is boundless in the bottomless night and even unto the highest firmament the crows are there cackling in a happy ****** hear the echo in their caw the morning birds are pecking at the sun giant sine waves from little bird lungs thai elephants doff their tack and saddles even also the claw bells and mahouts and all the bronze. there is a deep well hidden behind our sternum behind the high fencing of our hearts Shiva dances there inside a lotus flower and all we hear are the circles and the squares what's on the agenda for today? my voice is barking octaves my eyes, they are two prisms my body is a shrine.