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Translation begins with reception.

Clarity is influenced by conductivity.

A baby is more conductive than a grown up.

To assume closes one’s eyes and ears.

To label is to assume.

Words are our first labels.

As soon as I think tree,

I no longer see the tree.

How to translate without labels?

Words are but one language.

As is dance.

And drawing.

And touch.

And music.

But what about that which can only be experienced and never explained?

Ephemeral essence.

As if a dream forgotten,

But embedded beyond.

And yet language is our super power.

A single word can change the world.

Can elicit memories and dears and joys and arousal and healing and recollection of smells, tastes, sounds and textures.

Words are spells.

Affecting crystallization, manifested existence, outcomes, perceptions.

Those who know words can influence existence.

A straight line, path, stream.

A calm lake.

An averaged amalgamated face.

A grade of C.

Fifty percent.

Vanilla.

Unfinished.

Generic.

The overlooked.

The wall-flower.

The hidden.

The subdued.

Grey-scale.

The weed growing in the crack of concrete.

But give the ordinary attention, love, respect, curiosity and time.

Sit with the ordinary.

Hold the ordinary.

Look deeply at the ordinary.

And subtly the secrets are revealed.

Unburdened by bright colors, loud sounds, spicy taste and over-stimulation.

Slowly yet suddenly.

Hidden beauty, magic and profundity shyly reveals itself.

The ordinary hide their secrets.

Just as the quiet person knows the depth and mystery of silence.

Give me the demure and overlooked. The little white flower, the trickle of a stream, the little brown mushroom.

The gentle and profound.

Intoxicated by subtle magic.

The snap, crackle and pops of a young one formed slowly by sudden upheavals of tectonic plates.

It’s cold being stone. Hard rocks exposed want the cover of lichen and moss.

Slowly a relationship forms as the single celled organisms embraces the stoic faces.

Time continues as clouds become a blur and every season is as if a heartbeat.

The warm soft cover builds with each whirling Earth rotation swinging around the Sun.

The birds flying above are friends.

Sometimes I wish I could fly.

But then how would my friends ever land?

Oh the trees. They tickle me as they dance with the breath and whispers of wind.

I love the hibernating bear within me during winter.

I feel as if hugging.

And the huckleberries are sweet nourishment while purple lupine and fragrant cedar give medicine.

Releasing through streams

And catharsis through landslides sloughing.

Fires and avalanches remind of my origin.

Life is a book,

don’t judge by the cover.

But first impressions are real.

Some are glossy and colorful.

Those are the new ones.

Some are mis-printed and self-published.

Some are old and dusty.

Some are embellished with gold and jewels.

Some are newsprint and others are parchment.

Some are leather. Some are vegan.

And some don’t care.

All in the library of collective universe.

Some fat, long and verbose.

Others short and simple.

They will all be born again as the next in series.

Chapters as eras in our own life.

The childhood, teen, young adult, adult, older adult, and wise one all leading to the next.

Pages as Earth rotates around Earth and as Sun rotates around Earth.

You cannot turn the page until this one is written.

Have patience.

The best stories take time.

First there was nothing.

Then one thing.

Then fractions.

First there was blackest black.

Then lightest white.

Then refractions.

How blue is different from red

is different from yellow.

Their cousins of musical notes

in harmony inspire complementary colors.

As bees love flowers

with colors not seen by me

Humans love color.

From the methodical Rembrant

To brash Pollack.

My breath split by the reed a flute creates a tone.

As light refracted by the prisms of our eyes create cornicopia.

Every cell sheds lumens

and wonder what color.

A lumen from a distant star

arriving long after the original star has gone cold.

How our bioluminescence persists ever outward

after we’ve become salt.

Vibrations and rainbows.

Stoics and emotion.

Pick your channel.

Pick your color.

When was the last time you touched the world with your tongue?

I mean really touch the world.

To lick a tree.

And to know you’re free.

To explore the green veins beneath a leaf.

Or the roughness beneath a fern.

Soft and supple.

Hard and brittle.

Fluffy like a bunny.

Horny like a lizard.

Smooth like an apple.

Pithy like the inner flesh of a reed.

Rough like elephant feet.

Ridged like horse hoofs.

Wet like a salamander.

Warm like sunshine.

Cold like an icicle.

Own own bodies.

Pulsing texture.

Contures. Fractals.

Sense as an explorer of distant lands.

To taste bitter sage.

While touching straw like bunchgrass.

While laying on lichen covered basalt

finding the perfect spot for my body to lay as if a perfect puzzle.

Warmth from the dark rock

absorbed from the day.

With contrasting cooling of wind.

The sunsets as the birds settle.

How flavors match their texture.

Animal. Primal.

Beyond logic.

Here. Presence.

Treat everyone as equals including the crazed, manipulative or sociopathic.

Just avoid those who cause trouble politely.

An action towards one is an action towards all.

Supreme freedom and sovereignty.

Compassion for the child and butterfly as the curmudgeon and caterpillar.

Integrity. Authenticity. Truth.

More is spoken in silence.

Be soft.

Take time.

Slow down.

Be present.

Open the heart.

Let water be a rolemodel.

Befriend your own heart.

Take time for yourself.

Patience is among the greatest attributes.

Love is the giver of life.

Truth equality above all.

All is how it should be.

Have levity. Laugh at life’s seriousness.

Let go of sorrow and live with joy. Not of ignorance, but of self-awareness and responsibility.

Allow yourself to be broken, so you can be recreated. Reborn.

A single drop drips from a cosmic fern into a still lake creating reverberating ripples in all directions once back to collective waters.

A single word can change the world. How random acts of kindness begets more.

Karma. Seven degrees of separation from everyone else.

The world is smaller than we can imagine yet time vast and none.

100^th monkey.

Spontaneous insight. Synchronicities.

Progeny fo on to speak for us after we enter the collective lake.

Artwork with artist forgotten.

Books entering the memory.

A message scribbled on a wall not even registering consciousness,

but registering.

Compliments of empowerment.

Criticizing is minimizing.

We choose every moment.

Imagine if this was the last time. The last day for them. The last day for you.

Dance instead of walk.

Sing instead of talk.

Open your hands and your eyes.

A life of authentic expression with compassion and integrity.

Buddha says suffering is inevitable.

But simplicity, compassion and patience is the way.

Source of power.

Intellect came after emotion.

Emotion came after Love.

Calories from animal, from plants, from sun rays, from atomic splitting of plasma elements.

Power at the speed of light. Borrowed power from the oily lubrication of tecktonic plates.

Water vortexing in spirals creates dancing field of raindrops upon an infinite waterfall. Splitting and melding. Rippling. Electric ephemerality. Black to white. Prisms into rainbows and back to white.

The dynamo of sunset and sunrise of equinoxes of morning anticipation and night reflection.

Vibrating strings of resonance. The metronome is ticking. The clockspring is wound.

One creates an opposite

Creates a space between

Creates everything.

What feeds the spring?

Is it the headwaters?

Or the rain? Or the clouds and fog? Or the ocean? Or the stream? Or the trickles? Or the springs?

Infinite cycles instantaneous.

Self creation, knowing.

Tick tock. Drip drop.

Salt once more valuable than gold.

Now limited for blood pressure.

Salt for savory.

And for sweet.

I’d say he’s worth his salt.

Lewis and Clark boiling ocean for salt to preserve fish.

Salt for hydration.

Salt for dehydration.

To clean cast iron.

Molten salt.

Electric salt.

Metal salt.

Cell salts from the ash of burned bodies.

Alkaline salts of the burned lemon.

Precipitation and distillation

all that’s left is salt.

The relationship with water.

At one but water transcends

and evaporates leaving it’s partner.

The two combine to increase conductivity.

But the water shall return

just as it does in the seasonal floods of dried salt beds of desert.

Sweat with it’s salt.

Conductive of electricity.

Give me the heat so we can sweat as rain drips down the windows.

Perhaps the rain is the sweat of god?