Month: May 2020

I only come with kindness, compassion, gentleness, integrity, truth, love and presence.

I shall let you lead.

I shall not have attachment, expectations, future thinking, or spiritual cords towards you.

Only peace and harmony.

I would like to know how you are doing, what your journey has been, and if you need anything. Also curious about your thoughts about global circumstances.

Let me give gratitude. I am overjoyed to have an opportunity to hear your voice.

My life has changed in ways that have never before happened in my life. New town, new environment, new plants, new community, new friends, new career, new art forms, new ways of relating, new ways of being.

The level of alignment, synchronicity, premonitions, magic and beauty in my life is constant and profound.

The reality I live in has particular access to edge magic of concrete and dream realm. That of fluid reality of infinite manifestation. I have become more deeply acquainted with my own magic in ways I have only just begun to explore.

The right people come into my life and the wrong people exit with ease and peace.

We live in a world in transition. I believe there is a split happening. One direction is harmonious evolution and the other is it’s opposite. I choose harmonious evolution.

Vibrations penetrating cells.

Organizing quantum.

The field repairs itself as spring grass and the flatness of water.

Languages abound.

The bark on trees.

The way birds act as one.

The spiraling currents of a mountain stream.

Patterns and reflections.

Light casts shadow.

Our hands change according to intention.

Precious is our attention.

Water etches canyons.

Time etches wrinkles.

Fluidity.

Heart beats.

Stillness reveals the ephemeral.

And I stand in the trees watching the moon and clouds.

Buzzing interplay of this and that.

Of you and I.

Us and them.

Up and down.

Past and future.

Particles of sand.

Wind and mountains.

Butterflies and birds.

Grass and buffalo.

Winter Spring Summer Fall.

Pendulums in all directions and states.

A coin at rest and spinning.

I snap my fingers.

I clap my hands.

A new reality is born.

Tunnel of darkness.

Prisms of color refractions.

The space between.

Between red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and so on.

Fragrant plants remind us.

Dancing without sound.

I make waves.

As the raindrop drips from a lead to a still pond.

Pupil to pupil.

Let me see you.

Cannot deny what I know. What I see, feel, hear. What I sense.

The transparency of the soul.

S I L E N C E.

As I observe. Receive. Reception. Spiritual digestion. Take the time. Expand. Slow.

Grasp now and observe the most beautiful flower.

Ahhhhh ——

Sounds expressed while drumming, dancing or loving.

Authenticity.

A language of the deepest truth cannot be forced.

I speak in tongues only when spontaneous.

I speak gibberish if asked to repeat.

A laser of consciousness escapes my body as if lava from volcano forming new land.

Let me a leaf upon the wind.

On my left hand is darkness.

On my right hand is lightness.

I stand between.

A doorway behind me as past and in front is future.

I stand in the threshold.

I die and birth every moment.

Contraction and expansion simultaneously.

Reference drawing for following…

Unfurling of fern.

My heart beats in three.

Triangle of time.

Instantaneous cycles.

Aboveground and underground.

Time.

Growth and entropy.

How sensual the raindrop.

Out.

In.

A drawing of me standing on landscape with deep roots spreading underground.

Look yonder and see the vastness that is beyond yourself and is yourself.

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The white blocks in vast white space represent the building blocks of manifested reality before they have manifested.

This secret / hidden space is the stem cell of reality. It is the space between ephemeral dream and crystalized reality. The other kids are other people who have access to this space. It is accessed from child self. It is a playful curious place beyond normal logic and understanding.

What is there to say when everything is white / light.

This recurring childhood dream represents my ability to access the foundational yet unformed elements of reality. My ability to manifest. To see the foundation.

Creativity of all forms is my purpose.

The blank canvas and silent space which allows the spore of inspiration to grow.

I dig my own well.

Who’s ever on my mind

at the time

will be fine.

I do not draw the line

because I want to be kind.

Consequently,

I must let go of my mind.

And then I will find.

The truth that is mine.

I realize whatever binds.

The things that are lies

How we always must ask why?

Then I’m not afraid to die.

Here we go

To and fro

Peaks and valleys

Lows and highs.

To sleep

I go.

No need to weep.

For roots grow from my feet.

And they go deep.

I think it’s pretty neat

but it’s not mine to keep.

Thus I keep on

Like a fawn

on the pond.

Like the land

or the man.

Mountains

with spring fountains.

I am allured

to that which is pure.

I yearn

to be like the fern.

It is me

I am the tree

I say with glee.

There I am

me as the lamb.

My oh my

I look to the sky

Laughter

because there is no master.

Clouds flow

Trees grow

Mountains slough.

And here I go

Only with flow.

Remember to be slow.

Breath

My heart beats

as crickets leap.

I take off my coat

to sit upon a log

to hear the frogs croak.

In a beautiful bog.

To think they were just polywogs.

And caterpillars turn to butterflies.

The universe is fair.

From the peasant

to the mayor.

From the pheasant

to the mare.

Natives with their hair.

A wizard in his lair.

A witch near her cauldron.

Wisdom known by children.

Before the program is filled in.

Light density

Is my propensity.

Only then can I see.

Only then am I free.

Bricks stacked

as if they are a fact.

But it is our knack

to put them back

in the sack.

Before we feel lack.

The mirror

becomes nearer.

No fear

into your eyes you peer.

Direction

to extinctions.

North for what it’s worth.

South towards the mouth.

East to feast.

West to rest.

Mother Earth is the best.

Lest I be the best

in time of jest.

How I want to nest.

Birds

with their words.

Diction

would be fiction.

I’m alive

therefore I die.

In death

there is birth.

In night

there is light.

In the ground

up is grown

What is sewn.

This is what is known.

Only experienced

It cannot be shown.

We are never alone.

There is never a clone.

There is nothing to own.

Catalyzed.

Materialized.

Energized.

Rain drips down

into the ground.

Into my soul

overflowing my bowl.

Sometimes I lay under wool.

Thinking I’m a mole.

Or mycelium.

To play is the way

the way.

No need to ask “if I may”

of if it’s “ok”

My cells I am

My ceiling is none.

Then I have fun.

Because there’s no game

to be won.

Shifting sands

in the mound

it is found.

Nothing

and all things.

There are no walls

except our mind has the gall to say.

Hands open.

Eyes woken.

This stone is a token.

Do you think I am joking?

It is a dream

or so it seems.

No need to be mean.

Clothing rips at it’s seams.

Lips upon lips.

Touch

It doesn’t take much.

For the heart to flush.

Skin reddens

as if it was a wedding.

Ringing. Leaning. Meaning.

Symbolism in tribalism.

Impressionism.

Organism.

Orgasm.

Spores.

They want more.

This is where we get lore.

Even when we are unsure.

We open the door.

Because our eyes look to the fore.

Infants to elephants.

Do we really need management?

Look down

that’s where it will be be found.

Then you can wear the crown.

But don’t become enamored.

Grateful when I am wakeful.

Humble when I slumber.

Into hypnosis I tumble.

Drifting.

Soil sifting.

Through my fingers

yet is lingers.

I am eager.

To feel her.

Lover Earth.

I give you all that I’m worth.

It is for you

which I know to be true.

The moon flew round

There was no sound.

Then I found

that I was unwound.

Relaxation.

Elongation.

Negation.

Infiltration.

Consternation.

Constellation.

Trinity

to infinity.

Levity

to the beauty.

Fully.

Reality.

Triviality.

Profundity.

Triangle.

Eyes.

Squares.

And circles.

Polarity.

Dichotomy.

And where they meet

beneath my feet.

I bow

to here and now.

An ocean

in motion

has the notion

to be a potion.