i am going to dig up saint augustine and eat what's left of him
Mrs. I'm-Not-Special-But-I-Don't-Deserve-This
This Is Beyond the Pale
in woad paste decorated, nibbling on postcards
standing above a ditch
the drool from the mouth eroding the dirt
grooving out a deep divet
over centuries
oh yes when he was a student james joyce
and we will call him james
and not stephen dedalus
couldn't trust his annotation stippled textbook
and he saw hell
for fifty pages!
such a latinate ego, what a notable quotable
can we name the thing? i mean the mid-calf deep in lake water, too hot in unshaven evening wear, hundred dollar silk dresses, under bruise purple dusk light sighing, a kissing only religion, the sense the sense the sense that there is a sort just a little bit of maybe just possibly some - i swear it's right here i promise i saw it beheld it held it hold it hold up slow up, but what are cloaked wizards and proud god smashers on tv when you close your eyes but don't intend to go to sleep?
a vestibule off the side of the face
hanging behind you
double
you say you believe in astrology or the tides
not so wrong i guess
we grow big inside of ourselves
we promise ourselves we'll go to heaven
we color in a punishing hand.
Showing posts with label FLOWFLOWFLOW. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FLOWFLOWFLOW. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Friday, February 11, 2011
An earthquake a few nights ago signaled a shift, a change in direction, and now there is rumbling, moving out, flowing from circus-land to the next adventure.
I feel unsure of what that direction is for me, and ridiculously anxious about the next step. I keep looking to animals to tell me what to do. The crab walks sideways. The lizard stays put. My feet are itchy. Seeing how I´ll balance ¨`flow is gonna flow`with my own initiation-energy. Most probably I´ll jump into the coconut truck tomorrow with these gypsy musicians who´ve shown up and we´ll head towards Panamanian hot springs. Then, north? south? (the snake whispers both directions into my ears).
Remember the meditation I proposed? Landscape, geometrical object, ladder? Well the landscape is your soul, the size of the object is the size of your ego, and its texture and shape is the make-up of your heart. The ladder shows the way into your heart. If you want a reading, just message.
also, for the rainbow chakra-balancing diet, one should eat red orange yellow foods in the morning, green and blue foods in the afternoon, and blue, purple, gold, white foods in the evening. try it out! and then try living off of just light! like moses.
I feel unsure of what that direction is for me, and ridiculously anxious about the next step. I keep looking to animals to tell me what to do. The crab walks sideways. The lizard stays put. My feet are itchy. Seeing how I´ll balance ¨`flow is gonna flow`with my own initiation-energy. Most probably I´ll jump into the coconut truck tomorrow with these gypsy musicians who´ve shown up and we´ll head towards Panamanian hot springs. Then, north? south? (the snake whispers both directions into my ears).
Remember the meditation I proposed? Landscape, geometrical object, ladder? Well the landscape is your soul, the size of the object is the size of your ego, and its texture and shape is the make-up of your heart. The ladder shows the way into your heart. If you want a reading, just message.
also, for the rainbow chakra-balancing diet, one should eat red orange yellow foods in the morning, green and blue foods in the afternoon, and blue, purple, gold, white foods in the evening. try it out! and then try living off of just light! like moses.
Labels:
animal guides,
crabwalking,
flowering,
FLOWFLOWFLOW,
moses,
shifting times
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Planninglessly
After the bliss factor of Amma/rainbow family/spreading lovenlight, I decided to jump on that spontaneous mosquito train and hop down to Mexico. We left the farm today, are parking the car in LA tomorrow, and then off to Veracruz for the rainbow gathering. I'm traveling with Mateo...by bus/train/hitching? We'll see. Drift-time
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