Brushwork

Went flower picking on the mount sun-drenched in the early afternoon, curved absences of light wriggled cross the rough tar back of the road I paused briefly to examine the flutterings of a butterfly, brilliant orange, drunken flight moved locations out to grab a large coffee from the service station pre-paid to avoid lackacash awkwardness sidled unnanounced down the side of the Bard’s Palace, cliffy … Continue reading Brushwork

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Man, Dream! – The sleep of reason

Man, dream! Man, dream! Man, dream! Man, dream of cities walled, of malls, gritty city streets, halls of commerce stacks of paper miles deep things to make your children weep Man, dream of guns, of bullets, of rifle-song, of the guillotine of obscene bombs twenty thousand strong bursting over the heads of He-Who-Must-Be-In-The-Wrong Man, dream of empire, dream of walls, of Coliseum miles tall of … Continue reading Man, Dream! – The sleep of reason

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River Mountain Nature Rain

What do I remember from weekend? Waves lapping the side of river Cascades of sunlit moisture sheeting cross midair in afternoon raine Breath of earth heart, soft over the hairs of hilltops A pair of birds alight on the tree, sheltering wet wings for a brief moment Alighting into a milk-tea sky shudders of great vibrations of incomprehensible wiggling motivations in the breast of the body … Continue reading River Mountain Nature Rain

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What On Earth Is The Matter With You?

A wink across cyberspace to a being whom I regard as part of myself, namely, you. —What on earth is the matter with you? Every time you come within a hairs breadth of it, you rush off to check whether or not what you just saw had been seen by another Did it occur to you that those who have seen did not walk from … Continue reading What On Earth Is The Matter With You?

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Poetry of my heart

I have something to say to you, dear one listen to me, it is the rustle of leaves and the bright yellow sound of sunlight tapping on white paint, it is the laughter of babes! it is the great beast with countless arms and eyes who is everywhere and nowhere, whose breath raises, mountain, and falls, valley! “it” is pouring sweet ambrosia into the heart … Continue reading Poetry of my heart

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Can I sing to You?

Big mind, singing mind, mind without border or limit, spread edge-ways across the observable universe, moss growing silently on rocky plateau in the Andes, tree frog glistens, croaks song in the Amazon night, love of mother penguin for chicklet in freezing Arctic the first rubs of Cicadas wings after seventeen years of hibernation, ecstatic lovemaking in the insect kingdom, the lights on Fifth Avenue shift … Continue reading Can I sing to You?

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Higher reality – That’s me

I am you, And you are me. I am I, And we are we. All of us living, in this fantasy. There is no self, And there is no me. This is it, And this is free. Without the ego, The mind can see. Everything is one, And Everything is the. No meaning, no symbols, Just Let it be. This is the vision, This is the key. The key to remember…. I am you, And … Continue reading Higher reality – That’s me

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