trickle sunlight
grow garlic in your bathtub
Treat your neighbor to your dreams; share
You shine, dreamer
I feel your love
I feel skin to sun to mine and know:
I feel love pure
Books say sinner
but who writes books
I close my eyes
I feel you
I feel love
Tell me the color of the sun
tell me the wind blows to spin turbines:
Just to electrify your desire?
I'll laugh right in your face teller
and with a grin you might tell me to die
Wisher, gone over the top
giver, put under by greedy hands
greedy hand, holding nothing; fist
greedy fists maintain facades
material bliss quits kisses from true love:
Sorry if I love e-v-e-r-y-b-o-d-y
I'll love you to, killer creature
spell c-o-s-m-o-s
spell g-o-d
write a word in any language
But words; abstractions to steal action
and the real love becomes many distractions
I can live cosmos
and I can live god
I can love everybody
Humbly, I write poetry
call out "talkers"
put words in the wind
The seeds I sew
grow
12/2/09
12/1/09
the oceans of emotion
surfers claim connection, ride the wave purely with soul. sailors take the wind that is given and ask for nothing more, they are the founders of new worlds. Climbers leave behind any sense of safety to find a deeper sense of connection. Even on a bicycle you become the action and the distractions drip away in each drop of sweat. In the midst of all these expressions, emotions come and go. I find, when dormant, emotions tend to stick around, sometimes alittle too long.
Yoga would be the living and breathing manifestation of the the essence of these expressions. It too would provide one with the ability to be as a tree; rooted in the real earth and giving of its self to the wind and soil that is grows from. Without such a presents in one's life, adrift upon an ocean they might feel.
I have cried recently at the though of my mother's passing. And I have lied sleepless at the though of a woman. This is evidence enough, that I need a stronger connection to yoga; to living and breathing action.
I have traveled more than most in the past few years. and this in a way, deadens me to the typical enjoyments or entertainments most find satisfaction in. Boredom, as it were, is the fertile ground for innovation. I feel my soul; the fire of Aries burns hotter than before. I come full circle with a new direction, I spiral to the earth to climb again and begin a life of growing my sustenance; I create music and grow my ideas with new colors.
I planted some garlic to day in a pot. This is my purpose, now small and soon to grow to a bed; a row; and field. I suppose we are all seeds and growing is what we do best.
Peace, Love, Good food, Growth.
Yoga would be the living and breathing manifestation of the the essence of these expressions. It too would provide one with the ability to be as a tree; rooted in the real earth and giving of its self to the wind and soil that is grows from. Without such a presents in one's life, adrift upon an ocean they might feel.
I have cried recently at the though of my mother's passing. And I have lied sleepless at the though of a woman. This is evidence enough, that I need a stronger connection to yoga; to living and breathing action.
I have traveled more than most in the past few years. and this in a way, deadens me to the typical enjoyments or entertainments most find satisfaction in. Boredom, as it were, is the fertile ground for innovation. I feel my soul; the fire of Aries burns hotter than before. I come full circle with a new direction, I spiral to the earth to climb again and begin a life of growing my sustenance; I create music and grow my ideas with new colors.
I planted some garlic to day in a pot. This is my purpose, now small and soon to grow to a bed; a row; and field. I suppose we are all seeds and growing is what we do best.
Peace, Love, Good food, Growth.
11/17/09
Horse
There has been a few times of connection with the horses. I think it was my breathing and resolve to motion; very deliberate and relaxed. I would say this, its a difficult role, to be a 'keeper' of a living thing. I can feel a guilt at assigning roles to these horses, whom I can say from even just four days observing and interacting them, they have very distinguished character and a very impressive common sense available to them; it is almost a reverence I feel due to their incarceration and beauty. I also guess the young ones must be born with a rather high level of intelligence in order to survive. Though it may not be expressed as openly as the adults I've seen very keen observations on the part of the phillies and very clear communication, such as "hey, look at this, you forgot to lock the gate" as she makes a clatter with the loose chain. Its not often you can say your are deliberately taught by another species, what you need to do. IF birds only understood air pollution.
I don't mean to say anything against a horse farm just as I don't to a rock climber or nascar driver; we all have a passion of equal value, it is in our perspectives that there is a varying level of objectivity, or, observation. A horse farm is a good thing but I can;t imagine the expense of operating a large one with all the provisions to provide a great life to the animals. I can see myself, if I could reason with the dilemma of slavery/companion, with one, or even three horses. I think caring for more would require me to have a ranch and earn money off of them somehow which would offend the slavery issue. But one horse on the fringe would be a reasonable thing.
I am told of BLM horse auctions, Wild Mustangs. These horses are taken out of the 'wild'. OF course due to sprawl development there is not adequate land for a natural sized population to roam, hence the auctions are used to maintain numbers based on remaining land. The thought of adopting a wild horse to keep wild sounds like the best option for the slave conscious.
Would you want a Mare
It is also clear that to maintain a "good relationship" both the horse and the human must respect each other's space and needs. A horse must feel secure around you and be willing to coexist. You must provide an appropriate level of predictability for the horse, and the horse must not run away when you come close. I find every new encounter with the same horse requires an 'initiation' of sorts. I have only been working around horses for a handful of days so that alone is an issue; how well to they know me? How else could I 'introduce' myself and communicate to them I mean no harm then to establish the protocol and see to it we both follow.
In my case, I need to audibly communicate more with them to keep them aware of my presents. I do this around the mares when they're out or their pens. They are walking free all around you, running by and quietly coming up behind you to observe. What happens if you mistakenly sneak up behind one? I don't have any experience doing so and I can't imagine one could amass much. When I'm with the Stallions and they're in their pens, I sometimes fall into a routine of walking by the pens not introducing my walking by and mistakenly startle one of the guys. It's only the young one and the rescued one. The others seem to be very confident, and patient, almost knowing sooner or later I'll "behave".
Where is the line between "breaking an animal" and teaching them how to work together? I felt too guilty owning a car, how could I own a live creature such as a horse, a very smart creature capable of living without my help, a long and productive life? I should learn more about earth cultures such as the native americans to see how they regarded and treated these animals of utility or means.
I don't mean to say anything against a horse farm just as I don't to a rock climber or nascar driver; we all have a passion of equal value, it is in our perspectives that there is a varying level of objectivity, or, observation. A horse farm is a good thing but I can;t imagine the expense of operating a large one with all the provisions to provide a great life to the animals. I can see myself, if I could reason with the dilemma of slavery/companion, with one, or even three horses. I think caring for more would require me to have a ranch and earn money off of them somehow which would offend the slavery issue. But one horse on the fringe would be a reasonable thing.
I am told of BLM horse auctions, Wild Mustangs. These horses are taken out of the 'wild'. OF course due to sprawl development there is not adequate land for a natural sized population to roam, hence the auctions are used to maintain numbers based on remaining land. The thought of adopting a wild horse to keep wild sounds like the best option for the slave conscious.
Would you want a Mare
It is also clear that to maintain a "good relationship" both the horse and the human must respect each other's space and needs. A horse must feel secure around you and be willing to coexist. You must provide an appropriate level of predictability for the horse, and the horse must not run away when you come close. I find every new encounter with the same horse requires an 'initiation' of sorts. I have only been working around horses for a handful of days so that alone is an issue; how well to they know me? How else could I 'introduce' myself and communicate to them I mean no harm then to establish the protocol and see to it we both follow.
In my case, I need to audibly communicate more with them to keep them aware of my presents. I do this around the mares when they're out or their pens. They are walking free all around you, running by and quietly coming up behind you to observe. What happens if you mistakenly sneak up behind one? I don't have any experience doing so and I can't imagine one could amass much. When I'm with the Stallions and they're in their pens, I sometimes fall into a routine of walking by the pens not introducing my walking by and mistakenly startle one of the guys. It's only the young one and the rescued one. The others seem to be very confident, and patient, almost knowing sooner or later I'll "behave".
Where is the line between "breaking an animal" and teaching them how to work together? I felt too guilty owning a car, how could I own a live creature such as a horse, a very smart creature capable of living without my help, a long and productive life? I should learn more about earth cultures such as the native americans to see how they regarded and treated these animals of utility or means.
poem
Oh, a sunset
keep falling
oh, the love i feel
the rain and wind
keep falling
A leaf in the rain can mimic
Leaves can talk
trees in the rain
keep falling, again and again
Now mountains too
Still, for you and your need for television
Keep falling for reason why its better to
or, there is no better so don't even try
Keep falling
the air and the height
The fear and the resolution
Keep falling, as water there's nothing else
And as for the ground, take root
Grow again
keep falling
oh, the love i feel
the rain and wind
keep falling
A leaf in the rain can mimic
Leaves can talk
trees in the rain
keep falling, again and again
Now mountains too
Still, for you and your need for television
Keep falling for reason why its better to
or, there is no better so don't even try
Keep falling
the air and the height
The fear and the resolution
Keep falling, as water there's nothing else
And as for the ground, take root
Grow again
11/4/09
West: up, Up, down
though the sun shine clearly, there are times when cloud obscure the light. to the moment, I finally have let go of an old aversion, that towards weakness.
This manifests in sharing and that is something I've not been very good at for some time. As expected though, when you "undo something" there is a sort of temporary unbalance created as everything up to the point of change was based on the previous condition. If you build a house out of wood, and then realize you wana build it out of adobe, well, the house must come down.
I feel there is a lesson learned, again and again: build from the ground; let yourself fall from such contrived heights, let go of the falsehood of the self. We are neither perfect or all-knowing, but we are indeed the only one who knows, sees and does as we, each one, does. My feel was of mediocrity, how silly. From my finger print to my footprints across the desert, I , we each are unique in our existence, and bound to one source. we are many expressions of the same energy. I celebrate this.
I let the cleaved off parts of my personality nurture the roots of my being.
On the state of things worldly
Its me who does nothing to solve problems. Its me who merely talks and has yet to walk. It is me who needs to listen to the words of wisdom. I go to work on myself, inspired by the phoenix song bird that I witnessed rise from the mud despite my infectious weakness. Her song is now her life, requiring all senses to hear and feel. I will look from afar for the light she casts is bright indeed.
With my life; my misery; my love and joy, onward to beauty beyond and the next breath.
This manifests in sharing and that is something I've not been very good at for some time. As expected though, when you "undo something" there is a sort of temporary unbalance created as everything up to the point of change was based on the previous condition. If you build a house out of wood, and then realize you wana build it out of adobe, well, the house must come down.
I feel there is a lesson learned, again and again: build from the ground; let yourself fall from such contrived heights, let go of the falsehood of the self. We are neither perfect or all-knowing, but we are indeed the only one who knows, sees and does as we, each one, does. My feel was of mediocrity, how silly. From my finger print to my footprints across the desert, I , we each are unique in our existence, and bound to one source. we are many expressions of the same energy. I celebrate this.
I let the cleaved off parts of my personality nurture the roots of my being.
On the state of things worldly
Its me who does nothing to solve problems. Its me who merely talks and has yet to walk. It is me who needs to listen to the words of wisdom. I go to work on myself, inspired by the phoenix song bird that I witnessed rise from the mud despite my infectious weakness. Her song is now her life, requiring all senses to hear and feel. I will look from afar for the light she casts is bright indeed.
With my life; my misery; my love and joy, onward to beauty beyond and the next breath.
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