In wonder
Do you set personal goals for yourself?
I’m the bridge
The One I am becoming is reaching back to me
Willing to be surprised
My body knows the path
Trusting the pull, more than the proof
I’m walking toward what’s walking toward me
-ONE THING??
What’s something you’ve done that you never thought you could?
Survive…
What’s the most underrated movie you’ve ever watched?
The screen behind my eyes-movie
If you could switch lives with a famous person for a week, who would it be and why?
Nope to fame envy.
Can’t touch this life, you sneaky devil!
Mindhands off!
We are not duped. We’re aware “fame” is not a happiness ingredient.
A tight covetous squeeze seems fun like Halloween, but it’s just a normalized bate and switch tactic we ain’t falling for again.
Now we get invited to imagine someone else’s life is superior? To imagine there’s a short-cut past the real you? What a candy lure. We don’t want your candy. We have our own. No thank you.
If our purpose requires fame, fame is then an additional situation to manage-not a perk.
Life provides all the access required to offer our exsact gifts. Why would we want someone else’s smelly gifts? Their kids? Their lover? Eeew to wearing not-my-clothes. Nothing me. Me, not seen. Performing belonging. Talk about a way to diminish and subvert and subdue with consent.
No.
We have our own. If we don’t see clearly enough to like our own deets better, no matter what stage of development we are in, and relish our moments that make us ourselves and proud- that’s the vital delight famous candy is coming for-to molest.
Enjoy you, glorious yourself in your own life.
Your fledgling life must be worth stealing or nothing would be coming after it with fake fame fishing lures like plastic insects with a sharp barb. If you don’t relish you yet, your duty is to move toward relishing you not toward relishing fitting in to a life that’s not already yours- a lifetime gift for you to enjoy.
Don’t consent to mind-screw. Your joy is too valuable and it’s exclusively yours. Nothing else can access it. Just thwart it. You don’t have to consent to feeling like another, any fucking other life is superior to the perfect whole and complete one you are always in possession of. You got the power. You’re sovereign.
Look at yours. Don’t look away. Notice.
The road to nowhere…when it’s not your own.
How do you manage stress?
Like good old Einstein said, you can’t solve a problem from within the same mindset that crated it. We are sovereign beings. We create. Why would I submit to this question that doesn’t assume the truth about all humans? Imagine what you could be doing and have instead of asking this victim question?
If you could go back in time and give your younger self advice, what would it be?
My younger self had no frame of reference and wouldn’t be able to hear it. She’ll figure it out as she comes along.
We keep doing this. This becoming super together, building cities together, then peaking and vanishing like all the sunken cities before and since Atlantis or whatever the bones of our many buried civilization bones where called when they lived. Well, they still live, cuz here you are. Here I am. Earth’s brain cells all of us doing some thinking and evolving us all. Rome had water aplenty, brought in. But hadn’t come to electricity. No WiFi. Actually, we don’t know what pre-this us developed. We don’t know. Archeologists want to act like they know. It still depends what you can imagine then asking questions accordingly. Deciding what to imagine, then what questions to ask, leads the answer. Leading questions, not acceptable in court, but we don’t know better elsewhere or how to imagine better questions since our ancestral connections keep getting cut before we grow up and grasp what’s going on or what is important. What tech did ancient us have?
No computer would survive these milenia while we start fresh.
I wonder though. Keeping starting over was probably fun for us. We got to play a lot of lives in so many games. We have become this in all our diverse glory. I wonder what got us last time and if we managed to align with survival this time. We could work our way up, like survival movies from hunter gatherers again, or we could get past the thing that keeps tripping us up.
I bet it’s reactionary. Getting sucked into the con vs dupe game individual to macro like cowboys and Indians when we’re all both and each have a choice to be satisfied with what where we are and what we’re growing into again. Then practice non engagement so that game starves from lack of attention and we get past the hurdle and develop into next level humans who this version can’t even imagine. The usual.
What’s something you’ve done that your past self would be proud of?
Fascinating question.
Larvae me had no idea!
What an exciting Working Question.
A tool question to be Eternally Wondering into. Evolving it while it evolves us. Updating the working answer through every phase and relationship moment by moment.
Presuming innocence, that You are good at the source of us all, and as one spark or cell just plain good and here to be alive. What is good in a person? First be alive, then explore.
I used to think one explores outward. You know outward into the universe, the world, other places and people through relationships, learning, success, travel and accomplishment and, you know some accumulation. Without discounting any of these wonderful things, it seems these are effects. What you see and experience in the world around and inside emotional and mental spaces and stories we live in and call culture are effects. I am the cause. Each our own cause. I didn’t know this my whole life, but now I get that the direction is reversed from how I learned it. I learned reality was backwards and upside down.
It’s the opposite. The world starts in here. This tiny world, grows and lives outward, just like when we were conceived and first grown. That’s our larval phase. Then, the hungry caterpillar phase, then cocoon. Feels like giving up and death. But it’s just as important as being consumed is as vital to life as being conceived. And it’s when you figure out that you’re not amblilicaled. You don’t grab what you need from the outside, your life produces it and provides from the inside of you like your still a baby in the womb but you’re also the womb. And you can fly. It’s magical. Life is born from each of us from the inside and expressed outward. The opposite of how I believed and practiced before. Each life form is from the inside so we don’t need to try and grasp or grab anything from another cuz we have it already. The fun is connecting offering, receiving. It’s in the intention and the movement. Dynamics sow and show good and all the path towards worse or better is good and a good life. It’s taken a lot of shit for me to learn this. I wish no less for anyone else. We are all here for unique wondrous unforgettable unfolding beauty and straight up strength to endure and enjoy even the total crap. Life is good.
Life is good.
To be
Mine or any other
Every sister brother
Instead Living free
Now, to perpetuity
Rumplestilskin‘s usual bargin
No longer an “opportunity“
This butterfly flaps its wings – recall that start
Then get a wiff of it’s counterpart
Eu de sulfer
noxious parasite fart
Artificial sweetener
Empty calories
Feeling hung over
Weakened, hungry-now you need more company
That non-food diet satisfies no soul
Yours or mine
Parasites don’t have it
They eat yourn
What’s one thing you know now that would have saved your younger self a lot of pain?
Refocusing off blaming humans, to asking what benefits?, way past, “Who benefits?”
Like Sir Terry Pratchett theory of the crown pattern in Nation.
What’s the pattern that just wants a head, any head will do? If that one gets chopped of, oh well, like with agents in the matrix, any connected human will do.
What’s the thing that turns networked humans into agents thingys on demand?
What’s the weak thing that when you Neo see it, you can’t unsee it?
What’s the thing without regard for what happens to the human it possesses?
What benefits from human fighting human?
What’s dividing -systemic confusion conquering our world?, I would really like to know.
Hint: It probably wasn’t Hitler, it isn’t trump, poor tools, silly fools turned agent.
If it’s not a person, we all know someone, what’s making the person its tool?
-Then discarding its tool when the tool, to it, a human to us is compromised, useless to it remaining invisible, or dead? Not a single human is disposable or dispensable to other humans who aren’t infected. So what uses then discards people like empty crisp bags?
If you think any human is trash, wonder what’s doing the thinking for you and how it came to feel that way.
The devil? How does that answer help anyone?
The truth sets you free, like Neo, what stops bullies and bullets once you die to the bullshit, wake up and see what’s really happening?
What’s really happening?
I would have paused and asked “What’s Going On?! a long time ago.
And
I would have realized, intent matters. Intent evolves . Intent can manipulated and hijacked without normal humans being aware. Consent can be manufactured.
Intent infects other intent like a virus.
There’s got to be an inoculation.
Storming from that tiny thing
Flap flap of a paper-thin
Rainbow butterfly wing
The spectrum has a counterpart
Corkscrew poison parasite fart
Building dynamic
Verses destroyist
Corkscrew pattern of the narcissist
The Habit or Hobbit
Of being assessed
Of playing along
In -any new Wild West
Where your value is
Bet on and guessed
For fun or for profit
Except when the standard five questions run:
What goods?
What defense?
How many?
How much?
Can they be enslaved?
Standard Conquistador question set
Habit or Hobbit or bet?
What’s the weirdest movie you’ve ever watched?
Step Back
Close your eyes
It’s a trick
Watch the you
Watch you’re thinking
Observe your what and why
As a character
In your moment
Wonder
Scratching your head
The weirdest!
What the damn!
Now you’ve seen
The weirdest movie
First hand
The dynamic of
Destructiveness
Divide and conquer
Disruptive
Easily Hitlered
Isn’t a person
Not even that one
It’s a pattern
To focus on a person
One person can’t contain the macro pattern
Maintains vulnerability
Re-Focus off a person
Onto the pattern
Begins Inoculation
What if
Stand by
Meant stand by
As opposed to standing by
Mother of new born lamb power
Emergency emerging
Contagious
The opposition of devided and conquered
Lists, then reaveals
It’s labeled
Color coded
Everything within
-accurately
Trussssst it
What’s the best way to meet new people while traveling?
I’m going to engage the Soul of the City with an offering and a salutation as soon as I arrive in town. Then ask her to deliver me into whatever company she curates for me.
Then I’ll trust her judgment and her care and wander around following my interest, and nudges. Adventurous spirit workout.
When I am at home, I remain aware of Zeus’s law of hospitality. This way my City can recognize my signiture and recommend me to each new City.
If they weren’t already friendly, I expect each new City or Anima Loci to reach out on my account, and handle things. That’s their job. I do my part. They do their parts.
The Red Delicious
Shiniest apple
So red, red, red!
-An apple a day keeps the doctor away
So they said said said
We chewed, cardboard,
Not sweet, non fragrant
No juicy, crisp
Tough skinned, mealy, tasteless
Yet we assumed
Since red is true
So is delicious
If aliens arrived tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d ask them?
They would be asking the questions. This is our planet. We are sovereign beings.
I’d be asking myself questions.
Checking in with myself.
Humans would want to establish some things first of all, of course.
What’s the list of what I would establish?
Still working on it. But it’s up to me, us. Not up to any sudden visitor who has better had established right away their peaceful intentions or we won’t ask them anything.
What would you establish about ourselves first?
What are five simple exercises to do at home?
Instead of the church gym
I now do a Bwiti exercise: after allowing the joy of life and appreciation of the moment I have spent some time plumbing in, I turn on that hose and water my inner garden with it, like being outside watching the sun come up, enjoying the fresh breeze on my skin, smelling blossoming, looking forward to fruit and company soon. That’s sorta the heuristic- some of what goes into the simple practice: “Thank Life for another Day to be alive.”
Then it’s spend fifteen minutes with yourself.
To me that means spending fifteen minutes in that inner life, garden thingy where the life that plays this character-me is eternal and unmistakable while this other part of me gets moving and shaken- hopefully prompted by the inner garden or what have you author, authentic, authority I spend time being in, with – alone. Like some mystic said. Meet the beloved in the place where no one ever is.
Beloved-inspiring, eagerness, satisfaction, joy, love.
The fruits of this garden. It grows with human magnificent magical fertile attention, just like any romance by figuring out how to be enjoyed and enjoying.
There are obviously steps. Like for example. If I don’t feel like I am enough, any garden (weed) variety of enough, lovable, cool, strong, beautiful, helpful, good, worthy, then, pick the one that seems truest. Like why would God want to hang with me in an abandoned weedy garden?
Or whatever.
Start there?
What would you do if you wanted to hand out with you?
Sit and pay attention. Some call it prayer if done one way, meditation if done another. Call whatever works after your personal trial and error, halts and stops, failure and bliss moments, whatever you want. It’s your garden. You name the fruit and flowers do what you desire.
What’s a personal mantra or philosophy you live by?
Ask the Sea what mantra It lives by?
We get this answer, the blueprint, in how a person affects us over time or by comparing patterns of who and what they become and what happens around them, and what around them becomes- clearly we don’t have AIs ability to track most of these causes and the ripples of their effects but saying such a thing for myself?
As if there’s just one?
I live by the mantra of calm…
No I don’t! Does the Sea?
It’s unfathomable. It’s like describing Life/God to even imagine summoning up even the most simple human- that’s an oxymoron- Simple? Even the most clear or single minded human can’t be reduced into living by one thing.
Not even a two-dimensional character modeled after the complex of complexity human being could be submitted to this query with any degree of rationality. We all run on multiple pre-installed, life, family, culture, friend, work, chosen and unchosen, imagined, unimagined, mantras-plus all the stuff we do while trying not to, could hold the sea in their mouth like this requires- though we are both the drop of sea water and the sea somehow.
How do I know
On the spot
The difference
Between breaking
The out of rules into freedom
Or breaking out of rules into bandage?
Then what?
Try?
Trial
Error?
Unpacking the vast mechanics of “Forgive”
Wow this word needs unpacking
Where’s the key?
You meet sweet ripe-summer love
Now you know-
Juicy perfume tender flesh you can’t get enough of
To harvest sweetness year round
Stars above!
Be a forever farmer
Planning, soil, water, feeding
Consecutive planting, freeze , stew, dry, can
Prepared for drought
Labor of love!
Body food—mass produce
With heart food—there’s no use
Them black, brown spectrums
Heuristics generalized wrapped, engraved
We just run the program
In LED-ish shades
Fail to track
-enraged
The crack
Where
Agent morphs engage
Confabulate
Confabulate
Fábula
Fable
Fabulous!
What are your best healthy eating habits?
First nourish your spirit and soul. These then can tenderly support, engage and take care of heart, mind and body so they flow creative ease connecting the world you’re creating nourished in its interwebs.
If you could start a new business right now, what would it be?
None of yours
How do you write what people actually want to read?
I don’t understand the question.
Would you please clarify how many volumes, for example, to start, is the limit or the depth requirement?
Is this the invitation to offer my writing class? My dissertation?
Over simplified?
Steven King would paste On Writing into this slot, making no one a better writer.
This is a problem. It’s a vastness. It doesn’t just require a novel or a workshop to address it. It requires a series, a coherent, a clear understanding of the problem and the standard for the outcome, truth and purpose, a way.
Short cuts, via formulas aren’t actually helpful.
What are some life hacks that you practice?
Since you’re a unique magical being human
pay attention to what doesn’t
And what works
Stare at what works with your heart
To make up your own
Yes?
No?
Pause
If your answer is yes. You are part of the world. You know, in the world of the world. If so then your peace is essential for world peace. Not beauty pageant contestant world peace made of words and a smile for the judges.
It’s up to you. Your part of the world peace puzzle is all yours. No one else can do it. No one can do it for you.
You can’t do any one else’s part for them.
So what are you to do?
I know right!
How Do you Make Time For Self Care?
It’s not time. Time isn’t manufactured. That’s delusional. An easy word fog to get lost in and never find the self you’re trying to “care” for. Self and reality are not made of words just as it’s all made of words as well.
It ends up make of words? But words are not where you start.
You are an awareness without words. It takes a second or a lifetime to watch yourself be you.
Then to spend more than a second. To be that moment your lifetime. In the moment. Self care is all the things you come up with cuz you’re so invested in and inspired to spend as much focus and attention in those moments feeling yourself like it’s always Christmas-not the one Elmo saved. Self-care, is all the stuff you do to take care of first your needs body mind and spirit to stay in yourself cuz you’re in love and can’t help it.
Since your body wellbeing is map and compass, you know your instrument best. So, that’s what you trust to calibrate what’s right and peaceful in the world, since every other being is another unique creature capable of as much joy and being as you.
And no one can tell you exactly how anymore than they can bite into an apple and taste it for you.
No one can tell you everything and yet there is so much to learn and get that’s sometimes so helpful or feels life saving.
The whole damn thing is a mystery.
But it’s not a time puzzle. It’s a you navigation choosing the next moment that feels a bit better instead of the one that feels heavier, regardless of what others think except or your fear. It’s not because you’re better or more important than others. You’re not. It’s because like them. You’re here to feel alive. Only you know what that feels like to you and are able to trial and error your path. When you find that straight and narrow way. Right in front of your feet and only you fit on it, follow the delicate compass you found that led you there.
Keeping following it, is something like “making time for self-care. All this within the context of Life’s Self- Care. Within Life’s Self Care, what are you for? How are you vital and contributing an essential irresistible irreplaceable beauty or strength in being yourself and doing you?
I can’t think of anything more magnificent, magical, functional, mysterious, precious precise and fundamental. Self care is a dumb euphemism.
If you could pick any fictional animal to be your lifelong companion (like a Pokémon or fantasy pet), what would it be?
The Summoning Dark
In The Guarding Dark Mode:
Activate
Hello The Puppy!
Since you matter
It’s not a question
Nothing here to negotiate
When
Kindly, generously invited
To discuss the “question”
The proof seen
Why, how much,
Feel your evidence stir
Hold your volcanic power
You don’t erupt on demand
Then see the
Trap
You didn’t just
Step
In
It
WordPress Friends, Conversations snapshot moments where through other writers eyes and senses, I discovered mine. This snap makes me want to go there, and into my imagination at the same time.
Your ARE forgetting something, Jessica, you are completely fluent in Wayward-ese, you are eloquent in Wayward-ese, that language which butterflies about all over the points, holding all those points in one wing-spread, colourful and puckering hold; your language is not linear but sprinkled, `takes a special type of intelligence to think like rain!
L M Redford
If you had to switch lives with a fictional character for a week, who would you choose?
Fictional characters are static, caned, operated puppets. If they could choose anything, anything at all, and had the chance, they would definitely choose to be me. To be Any real human. Any.
Don’t be deceived.
Nothing can compel you to switch into the two dimensions of fiction.
Pick the worst situation in the world you can imagine. Being that actual person is incomparabe to any made up cut-out cartoon. Choose you. Don’t get lured into the idea of some poor fiction being in any way comparable to being you.
Any Pinocchio, if they had the capacity to desire, wants to be a real boy.
Duh
My bad. Except I mean, Murder bot. My apologies. All fictional characters, with the noted exception of Murder Bot. Certainly not it. I would not presume. Any character, with the exception of Murder Bot, would choose, if they could, to have the infinite flexibility and life of a human. Perhaps even an AI Intelligence. So I guess Murder Bot hops the devide. But he’s, I mean it’s, still fiction. I guess talking to fictional characters is more fun than imagining changing places.
Never
Have you ever liked a villain more than the hero? Who and why?
Ironic, fresh, surprising all flexible and more real than real.
If you know, you know.
Fight for my right
To be described, valued, categorized
So fair and just
Measure me within
By counting each particle of melanin
On the surface
Of my skin
This question is so context dependent and inaccurate, intrusive, agist, that focusing on answering it would be me making myself smaller, then focusing on you, cuz say you’re younger, and get you to focus on fear and shrinking yourself into my old mindset hanging on from what I was given and mistakes I made.
Humans, circumstances, context and questions like answers are not available in this context. There’s no conversation, just regurgitation and boredom. Why treat people like AI? Why even treat AI this poorly?
It turns out, it’s a WWW at first it’s been hit or miss, inspiration, the zeitgeist, the field, wobble wobble
Googleisness commeth
Getting akashic online
Sign up inside
Yourself
Ask for tech support
Or help
Not a guru
You are the acccess
What’s the longest trip you’ve ever taken?
I was gonna say this life
I realized, no.
It’s life itself
Life itself. I am life tripping life itself from the very beginning. Life is my longest trip. From pre ameba to this moment
Yours too.
Still trippen
Keepon trippen
The keep-people-cool in Texas Company we’d used for years got bought out by investors. It was right when we had new heating and cooling units installed.
They offer to help protect our only means of surviving a Texas summer or winter equipment.
For a fee, bi-annual maintenance visits would be free.
The sky Foxes.
They come out check boxes on their clip boards but mostly an opportunity to up sale.
When the drain line got clogged this week and the nitrogen tank wouldn’t flush it, while the service guy was suggesting a line replacement ($3000) Vick got broke out his mini roter rooter and swished the line into flowing in five minutes. Cooling started.
“This system is seven years old. These numbers” he frowns at the yellow electronic gaget in his hand. It’s our most modest receptacle, in tone. He’s nodding like to his verdict, scrutinizing a reading on a yellow device we don’t understand. It it looks serious. The cooling lungs are going out. He shakes his head like a doctor talking to desperate family members in the waiting room. “
Fix them now, it’s a big repair, he nods his head in that human way, that softens bad news like that come with little hope and enormous medical bills, or replace the whole system.”
He showed us a picture of “the coils” they looked matted dead animal was in there. My first reaction was take my money, please! Deal with that. I pause.
“Don’t you guys come out and do maintenance every six months? Are you guys not doing a good job?”
I’m not gonna change you for this, he points at the cleared line and puts the PVC drain pipe at the pipe back together,because you did it yourself, He smiles generously. I think I am gonna get one of those.
A split look came over his face, then resolved into staring at the handy almond cheerful rooter Vick is winding back up like it’s a giddy puppy.
When he’s back inside collecting his nitrogen tank, he shows us how to look into the pipe with the sensor that shut of the system when the sensor detects water. He seems so hopeful.
Vick and I look at the coils on our outside unit while we’re outside rootering.
There’s no matted material in the coils. There’s no way. What we are looking at is not the same as the picture of a run away screaming AC coil he showed us.
Is this the “picture of your system outside that every client gets shown?
The bill for the urgent repairs needed from the evidence of those numbers we don’t understand and the run over-rodent in the coils photo is $6,000.
With the line flush the initial problem is solved the AC works again. Meanwhile, my friend Tonya, she’s been staying here suffering with us, calls her AC tech friend from work. He brings his tools and meets her outside at the AC. She wants to surprise us.
There’s nothing wrong with the AC, keep using. It doesn’t need anything. Use it till it breaks. It could be years.
These “service” guys are really sales guys.
I’m guessing these revenue focused bought up businesses have just the right bedside manner, a calculated balance of lack of tools and training and big job or replacement bonus incentive, to be a revenue focused company and no longer a cooling and heating for people business. It just looks like the same business from the outside.
Our tendency
To co or plain
Dependency
Keeping
Friendly body parts,
Puppeteering
Bended knee
Who is your favorite cartoon character?
I, it is I
I, like you,
qualify
It’s not magic
It’s just engineering
Sacred or otherwise
Never mind
All engineering is sacred
What is parenting, teaching, writing, design, developing, owning, being a lover, if not playing god?
It’s only fair to show up demanding and expecting God to play you
Source: Ten steps on the road to efficient
Wait.
A company exists to serve its shareholders?
I thought we all agreed on No Kings?
Source: Fertilizing the weeds
The Current
Took physical form
From inwards stillness
that moves
Electric
Charge between humans
Has a body?
Once, vegetable, edible, animal, golden
Now, light, mercurial
Account to account
What if Adams was right and the world is a quantum system expanding cubics, introducing errors to correct them?
When the baby vs the bath water dilemma grins as wicked as the chicken or the egg one
From Universal Sea
To the drop
The whole ocean
That’s me
I get to be
Alive as a human
Salty, drop of everything
The best UX design is invisible.
The design supports what needs to happen so well with ease and flow so you forget this was ever impossible or difficult. Now that it’s designed and built this way never have to think about it. It becomes clear, simply, perhaps rote and ubiquitous. The better the design, the more you forget it’s even there. Must be why, how, whatever, the Creator is so invisible.
Jungle air thick, cool gelled in sun on mind and skin
Petri dished, to breathing in chocolate chip cookies baking after sourdough bread
Now, stunned, wrapped in the cajeta flan you bite into, eyes wide suddenly in Mexico
Tart squirting, sweet, crispy, mango juice ejecting the VHS of your old brain
Dynamic comes alive
Leaping like fish
Gleaming in dark moonlight
Absurdly like a bird or wish
Hits he waves without a splash
Now speeding sunwise
Reverse engineered
Where we’ll be at sunrise
What’s your favorite recipe?
To deliver
Deliciously nourish
A feast I cook
To satisfy souls appetite
To grow, instead of wither
You know how you know
Growths rhythm
By it’s stops and it’s transitions
The developmental maturing
Mystery organ of decision
When you check your gut
Regardless of the situation
You know where something ends
Even during it’s gestation
That knowledge of the end
That holds the line
From now to then?
Bought blue body paint
Ordered wild red hair
Brung my scrap of tartan
To wheel along and wear
Chanting the Nac Mac Feegle cry
“Nay King! Nay Queen!
Never again!“
Beware
In light of what’s going on in LA and everything else, we need everyone on the streets for this march. Find your local march (by zip code) at https:/…
NO KINGS DAY Protest: June 14, 2025
Dawn yawns
Turn of day
Bouquet of tarot cards
Colors sway
Peeking fragrance petals
Cuddled underground
Drinking in
The gift from Someday
We found an alicornian seed
In among the sheets
It musta got somehow mislaid
And landed here we thinks
It’s Alicorn
It’s known
When you hold it near your heart it weeps
Looking at your day
Like a baybe
You know, but you can’t say
Anything sweet might happen, maybe
Expect it anyway
Hold the moment candy
In your mouth to make it last
Till the taste of solid fantasy
That feels like being eight
While Santa Claus is on its way
When you just grin and wait
Holding caramel of knowing
In mind until it melts
Melts me
Sweet meltdown of desire
None for the heat of rage no more
Gave nothing to hellfire
This now
Not my problem how
Feel carefree like a moment
All that fosters discontent
So slyly put away
The moment is what I put in it
Candies that I like
Sucking on it’s sweet
All beyond now fades
Without my attention
Till, life tastes a treat
Fill in each blank
Along the colored brick road
Take the cake
Without growing old
Or directed or assigned
See it just unfold
Or expect to be told?
Ain’t my concern
Where or when or how
Life unfolds
I dream smiling dreams
Smiling, I allow
Keep Austin Weird
Yes, indeed!
Yet, when our
American President
Like smoking weed
Starts making America Weird Again
I don’t know what to think
Lean in, get surprised
Watch, laugh, smile, wink
Live the start of anything
Never boils?
So,
Expands time
The universe
Deepens an eternal moment
Opens up Life
And everything
Watch a pot
The moment tall strong suits
Live their sideways view
Do I bend over backwards
Lean to sideways crawl
Follow my own sense of gravity
Just walk tall?
Luck and joy to you!
Peace and goodwill to you from wherever you celebrate around this time. And also for all you don’t celebrate Might as well right?
Here, accept all the gifts from the rash of new and ancient traditions.
I accept all. At midnight and whenever. So, I give it all to you.
Take it.
For that taste and glow of sacredness I am celebrating the Solstice because just because there are unicorns involved.
Thanks for providing them, whoever you are.
I suppose these unicorns, they’re the good old pair from the day? The pair of unicorns brought to life again in this new story. Unicorns found by you just now?
You know, the ones. The escaping pair. The ones Noah’s son couldn’t catch. Distressed, he called out.
“Dad! the unicorns are getting away!”
From this unforgettable scene in the production of Good Omens, when the daemon Crowley and the angel Aziraphel, are talking about the impending destruction of all life, human and animal, beginning then with the animals parading into the arc two by two.
Crowley, the fallen angel, now demon, is questioning the wholesale massacre by water.
Aziraphel, the angel, is going along with the routine genocide.
In the scene, Noah calls out, “Shem! The unicorns are getting away!”
Where did they go?
Mayhap they listened to Lilith.
Ahh, So glad you found them.
They were the only ones who weren’t going along with the bullshit.
Rare and magical.
I suppose you can free the pair of magical creatures to frolic around in your world so you can watch them from your inner balcony.
I think unicorns may filter into our realm around the corners of the year, when the new season program updates. So perhaps that’s when you are sometimes able to lure them into licking your luck.
Have an enchanted merry happy unicorny day, dears.
Let me just float
In the now
Of my dreams
From before
Enjoying everything as is
Is everything
Wanting more and more
At first
When the Night
She woke me up
Insomnia, the worst
And not delight
Outburst
Brunette
Blonde
Redhead
What do
You know
Is there in the pattern?
For you
Are you aware?
Life sketches us out
We live-in the color
Aqua blue
Shows laughter
To me
What shows it to you?
I captured it for you like this
Here, smell it!
Tap tap tap
You may hit a spot
Take it by the hidden handle
It might have one
It may not
When you try
Try, try, try,
Error! error! error!
Till perhaps you hit
Where to look
Within, somewhere
You might touch
Your feelers on
By seeing when you look
Settle on what chimes just sweeter
Aim your feeling hook
Feel for sweetness
Don’t tell
You won’t need
Candle, book and bell
When you’re here
They’re already there
Cast, cast, cast it!
Dwell, dwell, dwell
You think you’re imagining
It’s really a spell
Do you feel it?
A soft stretchy texture
Of still flowing silvery time
Silk wraps you around
How it adores you
To play with
A bit
I drink you in
You, warm eye-full
Like steaming coffee
Before I brew that morning joe
It’s my second favorite thing to drink
After nectar of moon-glow
Perhaps I was born
With more gifts
Than I realized this morn
One could be
All kinds of riffs
At least one
I bet
Is mine
Alone
An example of
One of the many ancient
Traditional ways the Western Civilization
Worshiped a god of peace
And gifts
Known as Christmas
What’s the first line
of that book
you’re writing
with this door
the hinges probably whine
on the cover?
What if we
The world
Including you
And of course, me
Are like
A weirdo library
On loan for free
Check us out!
So, when you see
Medusa girl and me
Do you wonder
How much fun
Your hair
Could mayhap
Be?
An unknown mortal officers the goddess a fountain pen
Athena’s spear and shield transform into it then
Her spear’s got ink-flow now
Now, ink’s power to reflect
To tell a story
To protect
You’ll hear about it when…
Explore introspection
Maybe there’s vast blue
Endless and eternal
In the other direction?
Too
Good morning dear human
WordSmith, malarkist jester
Conjurer of elixir and brew
Pour them spirits of words
Multiply the worlds
It’s all more
I fly in this sky
You make reality
You make the ceiling floor
And more
The stairway to heaven
Mine anyway ,
Is right here
Where I meditate
Heaven can’t
Everything else
That can be bought
Can wait
Whoever you are tomorrow
I have a feeling Imma like she even better
You get more rich and interesting and complex and nuanced with time
The more I get to know you and experience you the finer
I feel so eager with all this loving to look forward to
To keep looking forward to more of you
Woke up in the night
Suddenly
Expecting all I choose
To come out right
Wrapping up night
Unfolding day
I don’t help
At all
I relax
The whole way
Magic is the story
I the laff I’m looking for
Those rules to magic
Like them rules
To writing
To fun
To funny
Mostly maybe
Magic values like jewelry
So pretty sparkly fun
We acquire
And style with
Whatever
We can
Tilt the world any way
Sideways or upside down
Dance on it anyway
Practice
A practice of flying
Good as any other
Way of life
Every moment
Signifying
When he turned fifty-two
And I’m gonna do it too
Gimme time
He threw
The whole deck into the air
Felt them rain down everywhere
I’m just picking up cards I like
North of fifty
Life is sweeter
I’m awake
I’m doing the Tarrot
After blowing out the candles
On my cake
You’re welcome
To put your attention so
To add pain to your now
By looking at it somehow
No I tho
I met a man
So full of malarkey
Overflowing with smokey irony
Bantering, swordplay poetry
Dawning dance moves, magic
Floating on hilarity
Perhaps
I guess
When we don’t
Go in for fiction
Or won’t
It goes in for us
Unreal!
What a mess!
It’s me, Shalom
I’m here
Remember I’m your own?
Here’s surrendering my weird beliefs to you
So You guide me along
To what’s most Tuesday true
To sing me like a song
Of You
The spell for owning
Yourself
Her
A room
A town
An art
Map with approval
Adore everything unusual
In your own claim her heart
Set her free
Like you
Appreciate the cracks in her sidewalks
When you do
Walk with yourself in her dawn
Go with her twisting twilight
Why pay her vile attention?
When you could pay her your delight?
This sweet tender high
I feel sometimes
Whenever I come right in here
And hug my dreams
Thank you for awake existing dears
I appreciate your being mine!
I carry this to my domain
Breathe it in with breakfast
Enjoy it like cakes with silence and coffee
The “Where” where all my power lives
Where when everything changes
Always just is
Where magic grows and I’m some wiz
But it’s been here for ages
Fleeing for your “life”
When all is lost
and you give up
Maybe life passes
Before your eyes
Then again, maybe not
You stumble, you fall
Headlong, into paradise
Softly, on your hopeless face
In the dirt that rules them all
We skip it over
Wrong past the door
Following along with what everyone knows
Doing what’s been done before
Following the signs in orders
Right past that stark brick wall
The portal to that platform’s high
So there ain’t no 9 and 3/4
Until you go flying sideways through
Or die
Where in here
I wanna know
Do my favorite times
In life that never happened
Go?
Where the fertile magic dirt
Runs deeper than the earth
Not the shallow trays of fantasy
Where we are led to birth
Our inner magics giant trees
To wither there
Rooted in light sprinkles of self-worth
We two, we stand at the place
In the cards
Where eachother’s
Best outcome is
This Shaman dude’s at mine
I’m at weirdest his
Rabbit, you trickster!
Crow you symmetrical wiz!
Got a Smile Collection coming along
I watch for them like birds
To spot then jot
Down place and time
And relevant magic words
I power this moon strung
On silver chain I bought
With nuances from wild smiles
That charge this fine blue moon I caught
Everywhere gods
Each archetype alive
Living enjoying growing
Developing a being
It’s story
First you notice
The one that’s you
Then
Then, when
You close your eyes
And open them again
Sometimes
You notice who’s
Around you
On a smile
This smile shining at my core
Where being lives explodes and is gone
Rainbows of dawn
Shooting across some sky
In my inner eye
When you smile that smile
Worlds turn on
A letter awaiting me as I exit, jammed in the jamb
I’ll brush my teeth to not smell like coffee- butter, damn
While Dunne and Coleridge pump through my caves of blood
That allow the hormones of ecstasy to flood
Then, I’ll wait to kiss him in a secret wood
You swoon me with poems from another day
When I wanted to drink the Milk of Paradise
But I couldn’t find a way
Are a thing
You ask
What are these magical beings!?
Don’t ask me
Ask your imaginarium
You see what it brings
A shoot of something sprouting
Out from not-a-seed
Brillante green, yet not a tree or weed
Appearing out of love stuff
Like Bluegrass
It erupts like Woooot!
Makes want, then desire
Out of hunger and need
Then it takes root
And like sourdough culture
And redwood forever
Past where I can see
I feed and nurture it
-It grows me
I breathed
Before I knew
You always already belonged
Everywhere
In my air, like the sky
With every breath in
With every breath out
You’re smile turnes into everything
The world is all about
Be resting, you asleep apart
Dear smith of my intellectual-soul
While I sit here and weep
A liquid sugar salt
Guy who pays The Boatman
He thinks of it!
With his resurrected art
More than just a turn of phrase
It turns a world
It turns my gaze
It twirls my heart
The arduous path
The horrible death-like
The inferno path of redemption
Feels so much sweeter-alive
Than it’s “alternative”
There is just no fucking question
Yeah if our alchemy can
Turn white to pink and pink to red
Heck! That’s plenty man
A great morning for alchemy
Transforming lead to gold
The feeling of soon, it isn’t soon enough
Lead has it’s place like “soon”
It’s heavy useful and doesn’t shine like my Smithed stuff
So, taking the feeling of what I want
The conclusion of soon
I close the gap
By focusing only on the end
So as far as my reality knows
Now I am in your arms
Now, I think
Best feeling ever!
Why wait?
To wit, alchemy
In a wink
The trick to get power but not be insane
Give it all back
Return it just changed
Try to wield it?
Be happy in vain
Hang the moon
Hang the moon
Then grab it!
Way of the trickster
Wisdom of the rabbit
A year of wonderful
Hours
To spend my minutes in
Being here
I noticed this now
Now
I’m choosing
I’m living
I’m seeing
A world changed
From you in it
Mixed in
Like salt
Like yeast
Sparking whatever
This spell is
Sweet
Ah!
A morning
And what a morning too
Oh what a freaken afternoon today!
What a week!
A week of Tuesday
With you
A marvelous month of Tuesdays
Every minute
What a life dear
Dear Life
To wit
A life
This one
The one life with that particular smile
In it
This is-ness
Is
Is
Is
Some prism thingy
Rainbow
What was just light
To Thisness
Really?
How dumb are you?
To divide up normal people
Perhaps to conquer
By an aspect that’s least true
Repeating ”black lives matter”
Is dumber and more boring, too
Than foolishly insisting
Shouting like an idiot
The sky is blue!
The sky is blue!
If you don’t get it
Be an idjit
Now be off with you
Sista Brutha
My Fatha
My Matha
You not vanilla
Thank the lawd
Or of Africa
Not no moe
You’re ours!
You’re forged
You’re mine
You’re yours
You’re here
You’re ours!
Right here
In the land of the slave
To be free
To be
Of America
My nigaa!
My own dear sweet
Genuine
The best
Made in America
Magical irreplaceable nigaa
The lowest common denominator
Of lovely human noobs
Can just get on with growing up
Just like your normal kid-bro boobs
And let the grownups talk
I’m not talking to you
If you need this shit
explained
Your view
Makes you irrelevant
For now
Freedom doesn’t require
Your consent
No one’s asking you
You’re just uninteresting somehow
Y’all perfectly worthy
Wonderful cherished noobs
Wherever you are
However color-misguided y’all be
Or how
That, and how anything else
But, for the purpose of clarity
This lowest common denominator
Of human thinking beings
Now
Can just go fuck themselves
Can you
Try
Please
Try
To think of
Anything
Just anything stupider
To divide us by?
Add a large dollop of beauty
To your eyeball
Replace it in your head
Connect a sturdy cord to it
Not a flimsy thread
Plug that new connection
Right into year heart
Then don’t forget to start
Seeing by projecting it
Weaving and connecting it
Love may be an art
I’m getting to become
Like a little kid again
I just focus on
this
One feeling
Instead of
That one
Oh that one
No! This one
-instead
Stay here
In this sweeter
Sweetest feeling place
Feel the sweeter
Place inside instead
Something mild
Choose this one
Warm place
peace place
Free and wild
In here
The Dude
Abides
We seem to look
Human
While behaving
More like plants look
-Nothing alike
Still
To the core
Humans
Like plants
Buncha weirdos
Having some wonderful now these days
Some wonderful wonderful magical now
Now now now
Now
You know when
When the weather
When it suddenly
Is a storm?
It was something
nothing
only heat
Now it’s
Solid fluid this
Breezing blowing
Cooling
After the burning…
Bliss
Every time
I try
I catch La Moon
Then keep each
Sweet glowing
Baby lune
Right here
On my fingernails
To summon moonlight every noon
For casting daily Tuesday spells
So simple minded
Are you high?
Pass on thinking
Short-cut by
Color-code me my worldview
There is no fucking why
It’s just programmed into you
We puppets
Pass on freedom
Are you drinking?
Scripted role-play
Umm umm ummh
Universal way?
Play play play
It’s true like hell
Based on what?
Like shoe size
As a helpful criterion for marriage
We’re stuck in a fairly-tale
Don’t make me fucking laugh
Categorized by fucking color?
Regardless of some evil genius
Who devised this
Back when Lordness wasn’t land
No mo
Here we are
Now
That we still
Follow a fucking color-code
This shit is on us
Nothing about it’s real
Bunch of dumbasses
Make no fuss
No matter what goddam colors us
It’s skin dude
Skin deep
And we are free
To see and choose
So, you see “white” when you see me
What the fuck is that?
Thanks for the box man
There’s so much more than
That color is the least of value
When I look at you
A snap value judgement
Just prescribed by paint
I see the story
Of “brown” or “black” or “white”
A story that really ain’t
And we loose our brains
Without even saying “Wiat!”
And our future
Drains
To crayons
From short-cuts
We can’t not
We act this fucking lame
So, we get what we got
This one shy sylph one day
It’s said, of a thousand charms
Decides to count each one
She counts, she counts, she counted
But them magics keep dripping right down her arms
First she figured she’s unwise
Then she noticed all the butterflies
I feel all fiscally responsible
It’s so good!- for myself
I feel so well-ithy right now
With no evidence of wealth
Her body by affection warms
It stirs the inner pot
She drinks the chocolate by the fire
Wether it’s true or not
A secret opens up within
By an unknown hand
It grows into a pocket space
A portal to a no-man’s land
A man may enter in
And be in her enchanted place
A paradise or sin
A kingdom
The mystery feminine
A living liquid all lit up
The spirit of a baby god
A mountain feeling comes along
Solid sunlight
Rich AF (as fortold)
So warm- like summer cold
Up lit in glowing
Moons of silver gold
That money matters not
If it’s a thing
It’s a thing You got
When you’re over there
While I am over here
We’re in each other’s inner parts
That is just the deal
Projects right onto each other’s hearts
Where everything gets real
He wears a Beawolf, like a Star Wars tee
Then sports a Harold and the Purple Crayon
Gee
But he wore his 42 tee just for me!
You’re done here Slavery
She’s mine
My sista
You can’t touch her
She’s mine
Because I love her
He’s mine!
My brotha
You can’t touch him
You’re done here
I chose now
I’m no longer an accessory
Watching, just watching
Jim Crow ii just casually go down
Now I see and bear witness
You go down for real
You’re done here
Exploitation thingy
Whatever you are
Or seem to be
There’s only one reality
The end
In loving memory of Hugo of It’s Thursday Again.Wordpress.com. You’re welcome for all the fish Rhino House, dear.
Four perfect Tuesdays in a row
Establish the Tuesday feeling flow
Now it’s Tuesday every day
Just because it’s so
Tuesday oh Tuesday!
Again again again
A magical Tuesday every-day
For me to live and love within
I went looking for fairies
And angels and gnomes
Hungry for the sacred and for the unknown
I tried each fanciful story ever grown
I searched all the places
And ways to might find them
But didn’t
An empty ache I wanted to leave
But it wouldn’t
Grew
Right where a unicorn might have lain down to rest
This fantastic fantom limb ached in my chest
It settled in where my mistake
It lived, it thrived and bred
Eventually, I did give up the search
When all it’s joys had fled
I put hope down
And picked up despair instead
And let it ramble through my head
Except in a corner my secret face
A holy of holies dusted well-lit place
With plenty of inner pocket space
There yet remains a sacred quiet grace
For davas daemons and fairy rings
Just in case
I respond to You
Then You are me
My dear
I cherish you, my inner world
While strange flowers just appear
Then flourish into nameless fruit
When now is always here
Meet my great friend Z
I adore his company
In my heart he pays no rent
Where no one’s guilty
Ever
Till proven innocent
The feeling
Of a clear crisp babbling stream
Cuz everything’s clean
Pop off the top
of your Lifeberry jam
Lick off the knife as you spread it
That jar’s all used up
Before you expire
You bet it
I’m on a real mood cloud
anticipation just bubbling brewed
A foamy expectation of good
Lucky elixir
Instantly Thrilled
Silly
Unicornie
Free!
Like that thunder just now
These raindrops
May clap just for me
The only reason
I believe this
Is cuz it’s happening
It’s happening now
Afterwords
I ask
If it ever really did
The impulse
It carries you
This way
Into
What could just be a door
If it were anything
If it were anything
It could be magical
It could be
Sometimes
It might be
It might
Close your eyes tight
Something
Sucked up the moment
Keeps meticulous notes
The whole thing as it happens kept
Born into patterns
Alive in lives
Traditional me projectile vomits out
Taste becames a home
Meditation takes over the meaning in everything
Falling in love kicks everything else out
Old tastes move home-made soul back in
A project working on itself
Some days lightning strikes
Connecting neurons that never met weld together
A million alive connections align
Pulsing
Life into a story
The sleeping story wakes up
We Talk
Could a process become
Somehow
Some-kind of alive?
A self organizing system
If so, Wow!
A syndrome, the spirit of a place
A myth a god a power
A mind if it’s own
Evolutionary
What now?
The moment I woke up to life I was cuddling a soft brown bunny. And I was thinking. If I say I found it. The gate could have been open. Then I can keep it.
I left the gate around the side of the house open. I had already considered the trouble I could get in for opening a gate next door. Proof there. See, the gate is already open.
Finders keepers. It’s the ultimate authority. I just found it.
I could feel the weight of authority. My sister had enforced this law and applied it with my things alot. so I know it was a good working device I could operate to claim a bunny.
I adjusted the world and had my very own furry bunny. I could have named my wonderful new dream come true America! But something bothers me. I also knew about telling the truth. I wondered if I was telling the truth. That was something else I kew was important. But I didn’t know how telling the truth works. And does it matter if I tell it or not if no one else knows?
So I would test it, I guess. I want this bunny so bad. I want it to keep being. For that I have to find it.
It had to be loose out the gate that I didn’t open. I couldn’t have opened the gate and found the bunny in a hutch that I unlatched to take it out.
Id never unlatched anything before. I remember thinking as soon as I found myself unlatching if I would get in trouble for that. But it didn’t matter cuz the bunny was just looking at me with big eyes between it’s ears and I knew it was a bunny from the pictures. It didn’t run away. That’s how I knew it was as good as mine. I had to hold it. I would just say it was already unlatched.
And left open.
That the door was ajar.
That the bunny was on the ground.
Outside the gate left open. By someone else.
Im holding the rabbit.
I don’t like the way I start to feel.
I turn around with the bunny all droopy. It falls out of my grasp. It hops a few hops away.
Oh no! Need somewhere to keep my bunny from hopping away.
I head towards it lean down and try to snatch it up. But it pours out of my grasp like hopping water.
I get all the way down hold it from hopping. Put both arms around it and hold the bottom so it doesn’t flow out.
I hug it tighter and lift it up again. Now I have a bunny again.
It’s mine.
I caught it. it was escaping.
Someone did indeed let it out then it was running away.
I caught it.
So now I am telling the truth!
Yay!
But the truth bothers me. So I remember the day.
“What we like best is not always good for us.”
That’s a statement.
It’s a statement that’s sorta like an equation.
You build stuff on it.
Or use it to try to fly.
Please take it to Kitty Halk and test it, dear.
You might be using the glider guy’s equation to build a flight machine.
Test it like a Right Brother.
I tested it.
Using that statement as truth I glided and crashed insanely. Repeatedly. For years. I couldn’t believe in flight then. Like the world hoped but didn’t back in the day.
Like Einstein said:
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting different results.
I stopped.
Test shit honey.
It has to work to be true.
What you go by has got to at least achieve some tiny flight.
Then you have something solid that works to go ahead and get on with the space era.
Hugs
Tenderly abide
His infant parts
Instead of no
It’s maybe
Them puppy eyes
With fetus hearts
To betray a man
Might as well punch a baby
In the telling
Inside the sculpture
Right behind the paint
Isn’t where I expect to see
What something is or ain’t
I give my history
Life love and needs
My own benediction
I like my reality better
Why impose?
Even if it reads
Like fiction
That mystical fourth
-Like May the 4th-
That Mystical fourth Metaphysical thing
To nurse
To care
To feed
Our inBetween
Like some living
Alchemy being
Currency works the same way
Particle and wave
Just for the feel
And the beauty
And to know
Add one spoonful of hope-i-ness
Stir into me like tea
Toss it back
Drunk on Life
Or sip the Day
Slowly
I wanna be an instrument
Database compass measure
Serving living being
At the pleasure
Of the Evolutionary Imperative
Thingy or whatever
Creating meaning
And me
I feel hot lava thrill and thrall
Sweet upflow to my heart
Just before you reach out
When we are apart
The flights of fancy
I turn real when I muse
Is it a nightmare
Or a dream
That I choose?
I pay attention
To this gift I get
Then I tweak the worlds
With it
Not engaging
Just allowing
Un-supposing
Broken-vowing
Space gets made
Be afraid
Rage and strut
Behave strange
Lose grow crow
And change
I fancy you Today, oh Day of Days
Ah,
Though
Now I see you nearly here
Coming along Tomorrow dear
Hey! Tomorrow! you!
Would you be my best friend too?
I adore you
All you
Things I wanna do!
Oh! Ohh ohhhhh!
Oh,
So…
You adore me too!
Oh
All things done
Are wanted
Nothin goes to waste
The Forty-Two’s
How fra’g’rant
All these moments taste
Hello there Day
All shiny new
As always
Your old self
Just doing you
Wow
Thank you
Best of Days!
Who are you anyways?
How are you made?
To notice me?
Can we be friends?
Come play!
Unfold yourself again today
again again
please
I rolled along the friendly Breeze
That blows the fingers of the Trees
To wave at me throughout the night
That tap tap tap on my window
Where am I?
Where am I?
I just splashed in
Saunteted in here wet
just to get
a kingly fitting fibbing met
This brave desire to take
Or be taken
In
Line by line
Fiction threads
Entangled in exciting webs
Spun into golden yarn
Now fantasy transports
Delicious delighted scammed
It’s what you get
Unimagined yearning met
Captured
Fantastically converted
Relish
Falling
Captivated
Danced to
Dancing you
Book Club?
or
Strip Club?
Evil is the error part of this ongoing trial and error.
It could be
A way to wheedle out what’s
evolutionarily viable
Or how would Life know?
Without evil, err error
Surupy
Boring
A heroless
Story
Day without night
So what then?
What?
I’m reaching out
I’m here
To connect with you
In open air
You aren’t invited in
You may not enter
Your bull in tow
To break up my china
Again
This elasticated
Accordion
Adjustable
Material
Immaterial stuff
Stitched up
All designed
Particle to Wave
In a wink
With a whine
Pale Darkness shakes me
Dawn wakes me up
Morning lurks and starts to glow
I sip the silence and I know
This day could become anything
Turn any way
Spin
Trip and fall
Pick me up
Taking me away
In it
With it
Like it
Now
Stepping out
Of leaping red blue fire thoughts
Sipping dipping into this
Tall fresh cool pool
Drink of Being
Now
Does to enter
And abide
Feel inviting?
I’m learning to ask my inner innocence
Since
I’m made of inner space
Maybe it’s spring there
Yellow blooming bubbles here
Lilac in the air
What breeze?
Where?
Made of the trails sidewalks roads and stops nowhere
In this something something place
Between us
Like where the streets have no name
Between Them
Triangulated
To infinity power
It’s just a place
Like any other
My drive home
My road to work
My way to your heart
All places in space or time or something unnamed
Your heart’s adventure into mine
Of all such places
Where do I want to be?
Where invites me in?
Invisible irresistible places
To go and come
And be
I travel alone
Back here
Some now
Right how
My attention
You mapped it
Follow
To my inner address
Where Peace lives
My home
I guess that’s enough for me
Keeping being all of myself
Though this all of me seems
Mostly to be
To much for most
Of humanity
One’s gotta suspect soulmatiness
It’s here
keep feeling it
It
Itself
And for it
Again
Magically bright
What I want right here
Somewhere
Here and there
I’ll see
Be
Know it
In this moment
Deeply seen while being
Here, not far
At hand,
Inside
Where the wild things and the kingdoms are
Because I can recognize
And feel it now
Why wait?
To breathe
To feel magical
Magnificent
The basic base human being state
Existence
Living
Breathing Life through
It’s now
It is
It Is
No hill
Over there
To aspire to
I spire it
in every breath
Or hold it
My choosing blocking thoughts
Block the truth
Damn the feeling
Of bright and shining now
Only now is
My cathedral spire
The kingdom
In you
Every moment
Weather you choose it
or chose shit
Always the same
To be lit
Like your invisible hilarity
One’s gotta suspect it’s there
Keep feeling for it
Asking questions
Time taken
So all fucking faith must be
Suspect
Hope
Wonder
Try
Ask
Wonder
Try again
Ah, there it’s all
Within
Choose the brightness
Focus
Then pick what to see
Interpret the finger of the Wind
Select
Command
Believe
You sketch your lines
Your red letter days
blue places
A mystery wire frame
Scratched in permanent sky
Or something water color ink that never ever dries
These cities grown between us all live on
Forever?
While everybody dies.
When my eye holds only angles
They suck thought out between
the lines
Being lost here somewhere is my moment
Where paint-flow washes out my mind
Regardless of race?
Race?
Are we talking alien or animal?
This word applies to humans?
All us humans can breed.
We Are the human race.
My writing corner, it’s ceiling light went out
It’s been six months
Here I am, Your avatar, amused
It’s back
In the midnight, the only night
As I sat here and cherished the dark’s dancing candle light
This Morning loves me
I can tell
When fist He brings me coffee
Then goes tempting my eagerness with
forbidden gumdrop fruit
Designed and built all just for me
He, then, He let’s me be
It’s made for me
The world is
The way i am made for me
i am the World Herself
i adore You World
You adored me first
– i just noticed
This moment touches you
Oh, we’re here, here, here
Joy and you hold hands just then
To breathe,
the atom splits again
Again, again, again
To live high on this delicious brew
All the fermenting is you
If you can’t be still and feel
Gratitud
You’re screwed
For God so loved the game that he played it.
John 3:16
That’s all I have to say about that. I only wish Clown Head were still here in the game and not logged out.
So long, and thanks for all the fish. By the time you read this I shall sadly no longer be with you. Thank you for all the “likes” and comments, and …
Nothing penultimate about this one…
The best follow up with cookies or a thank you note.
I suck at all that follow uppy stuff. I’ve felt so jealous just on principle.
Today, I figured this out.
I don’t bake, wrap and deliver cookies.
I follow up with stories.
I bake wrap and deliver meaning.
So, that’s what I’m up to.
No cookies for you.
You find you
There and in here you find yourself
It’s them stories
They find you
They find you where you find them
Instant recognition maybe
There’s you
So, that’s who you are
I didn’t know it was you
Looking like me
Normal
What’s normal?
Who’s normal?
When normal?
How, why, normal?
Who says what’s?
Mine’s as mine as my foot size.
Defined, solidified by National Geographic
Boxes and shelves of people who almost must exist, sort of, because there are pictures
They sorta exist
You know, to be in here, to strike me
Look at that!
So I can dig in the boxes for the most shocking naked, huge, wrinkly, big bright feathery, tiny, adorable or sinking bony.
Curious dark friendly eyes slanting behind skins and furs
Naked painted long breasted moms
All that stuff on their heads taller is than they are
funny expressions
why would anyone move like that?
And in public.
Measuring the world with my foot.
Is everyone, every single believer, having an intimate personal relationship with the same person?
Big Polygamy?
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