it seems there are people who think that using an rss reader masks them. it is funny, but also sad. they still seem to think they need masks. they never did. sigh.
shamanistic
most times, my dreams are lost to waking unless i tell myself before sleeping to remember them. i really should do that every time, that telling.
forest king
recording available: forest-king-051507.mp3 sun, moon, and stars there, restlessly rustling in the glade i feel you palsy, shudder, sigh spike in the ground hoof, horn, heedless trembling the wind catches you head upright, nostrils open spicey, laden trail stamping impatient and urgent trembling in need leaves whisper soothingly oh inflamed ear that flickers, that turns seeking location across the miles over desert, damn, and river through brush through night and day raise your head oh forest king race the impertinent wind to its source
of creative liberty (a rant)
to the point – there is a difference between a mountain and a molehill. yet there are those who spend quite a bit of time and even make careers in the pursuit of proclaiming one to be the other. it remains that such proclaimation has yet to actually effect the transformation. traditionally, it is something of a class impediment to insist upon method over message. indeed, the purpose of etiquette has ever been to allow ‘those who belong’ to quickly discover ‘those who do not’. there are a number of interesting reads that speak very pointedly to this reality, and […]
mahamudra – the space beyond the page
perspective really is everything and nothing at all. isn’t it curious how we hold them? or refuse to? a diamond is just another rock to the man stuck in the mines… he knows someone is enjoying it, but it surely isn’t him, there, in the dark deeps with danger and dust that is choking his life away every second so some young girl can feel loved and a young man, proud that he can afford to make her feel so. my grandmother… she was just another body to wash to the nurse. she was an angel to the people she […]
flight of the phoenix
recording available: flight-of-the-phoenix-051407.mp3 analogy made verse.
a sigh, a frown, a tear
sometimes, i really make myself angry with myself for bothering. but damn it, damn it, why?
on the sponge docks
i met a bodhisattva today, actually, i met three one in the bathroom, one on a boat, one who held a register key i walked the streets of tarpon for the moment, blissful, free smiling to see them as i did as well for how they smiled to me
marking moments
today is, i think, a creative day. it has that feeling. i think it may be response to the news that a friend of a friend has died. not sure. whatever the reason, there is a creative storm brewing. i feel it like barometric pressure in the brain. in the blood. no ‘more’ tag this time. just running. for now. wrote a crappy bit of ‘american haiku’. hah. what a contradiction. but here it is: crawling, like a babe soon to run like a grown up only to fall down life is a red scrape bandaids upon the spirit never […]