February 06, 2010

she presses firmly on the outside of your tight skin

she presses firmly on the outside of your tight skin
trying to determine the best point of entry.
the frail, tender state of your luminescent vessel lends itself to an over-abundance of questions.

I'm definitely not an early riser.
I ate at a fancy french restaurant
she hands me a cup of tea
matte chai "I made it kinda strong, we could share it, I could add more water to it.
cut it in half"
Jerry gets sticks to start the fire.
my stomach growls
i wonder at the nature of us, as opposed to just her being here.

MANTIS EGG CASE: Jerry- my body rejected it instantly.
Puer 2 places - the tao of tea, rishi tea company "it's green"
"I switch off all the time cause I even get tired of things that are really good".

A NARROW PASSAGE
TOMORROWS TOOTHPASTE
SHE ACHES FOR FATHERS ASHES
JUST MISSING THE STORM
SHE FRAMES
SHE RENDERS
SHE INVOKES INSIDE OF I THE QUESTION OF UTMOST IMPORTANCE
THAT OF
REMEMBRANCE.
AN ALLIES ADVANCE INTO STATIONS BEYOND MEER APPEARANCE
A RELATIONSHIP THAT WREEKS OF BEING THOUSANDS OF YEARS OLD
WITHOUT QUESTION
WE.

The green light captures me
A legacy
variables of form
ALL ALLIES
in the end
the final consummation and rebirth
as sure as mother knows your name
each one, her child, each one, a butterfly of the sun.

accept life (that which is always and ceaselessly given)
as a gift for higher service.
she renders herself not in the gift that is given
but in the giving and giver of the gift.
her ability to offer service relies solely on your ability to accept her body as yours
and consequently, her means for transmutation and evolution,
with THE BEING as the principle directing agent of change for all growth.

NO MISTAKES, NO MARVELS, NO SUPER HEROES, ONLY CACTUSES
AND HAPPILY CONTAGIOUS GREGORIAN BULL FROGS, SINGING DELICATE HYMNS TO NATIONS AND NATIONS OF SMILING PEOPLE AND MARTIANS AND MODERN MYSTERY SCHOOL GYPSY SCIENTISTS
WHO TASTE
AND TRANSLATE
THAT WHICH, AND OUT OF SHEER NECESSITY, WILL MUTATE.
THE TRUTH, LIKE SWORD WIELDING GODDESS
CLAIMS HER VICTIMS
WITH THE SAME NURTURANCE SHE HAS ALWAYS GIVEN
SINCE THE BEGINNING
AN AWAKENING
SURELY
AN AWAKENING,
A HEAVENLY VORTEX OF LIGHT OPENED, LIKE A MILLION BILLION SUNROOFS AT ONCE.

she folds her body over the floor
she falls into the carpet
surrendering
she removes her peacock feather earrings. she irradiates love,
every movement a testimony to becoming gods will through every intent of your being
so bright
this one
she who longs so deeply to render each moment of her existence to dharma, for each interaction to be an opportunity to bring forth that which she cultivates.
the canvas recreates her
upside down
"this insane funny new body thing"
it smells like casserole
something
she laughs hysterically about her friendly and regularly visiting queefs.
the young one gurgles his toothache blues track,
destined for glory
a king without question
an emissary of the light.

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February 04, 2010

roadwarrior dog

this is a picture of my dog maia on the beach in pacific grove with a crazy head wrapped around her. doesn't she look like the road warrior?

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January 22, 2010

she gives birth to you

her eyes peer into the bottom of her nearly drained canteen
she contemplates what's left here
on this ball of life
half empty or half full?
this ball

do the dreamers I's truly make a difference
in the end?
are they not all skywalkers
in the end?

to translate in subtle yet deathly accurate details
the means for their survival
a task she musk grant to each and every one
but this is not WORK
the way the humans have come to think of it

there are no punch cards in her life
her body IS and therefore
her work is done
dancing with her dearest lover
she gives birth
to you
and longs for you to seek her out
within your own heart.

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January 15, 2010

XOLOTL

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January 11, 2010

Santa Cruz PHOTOS & frametion farewell poem

this is at greyhound rock just north of davenport on highway 1. it was really amazing.

OMG! this crazy head (that's what i call these buggers) was SO long, I swear, I usually whirl em around above my head but this one was so long i couldn't do it.

I wrote this poem for the last "night of mayhem" at the frame, it's called farewell to mr. and mrs. frametion.

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1yard = 12m
4 = 48m
4.5 = 54m

within the walls it begins
500 feet
2400 square feet
a quarter of an acre?
come on!
rainbow lights that dance?
there's a tangible unrestricted reality
which presents itself within these walls
and pushing its way out there
where the taste really begins.
were we to stand three hundred and twenty four acres tall
like an avatar tree
destined to fall
sad, seemingly so, at first
yes, but building up for final test,
that is,
a quest
which begins with one single question.
where to go now?

but lo and be ever happy to hold
that the walls have picked up and they are walking
they're walking
and your walking
and they start talking to you.
everyone thinks your crazy but you tell them
they can't say anything cause the've never been to the frame
they haven't seen the evoluTION first hand,
they haven't tasted the CRUX of the matter.
and you tell them like the 500 year old chinese grandma inside of you once said
"the frame is a state of mind"
a way of being with it's center being a disease
a plague
it starts in your heart and burns
it's a plague of human happiness
and yes
i am here to caress, gently stroke and
eventually swallow the world but it's a big one
and i can't swallow it alone.

so
as we pick up our wharehouse bodies
and take them with us we must trust
that enough mouths open
wide enough for us to swallow the world
with peppermint perfection
like john the baptist, only placed in a 9 year old girls body,
who fights like bruce lee
wicked bad.
pretty amazing.

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