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kerouac - morphine

Kerouac yea Kerouac His words the words so many words just All brothers of the same horn sisters the saxophone Notes music words a melody a quote a figure eight a figure If you listen close to the drummer It's like a mirror and your invisible Like your in a back seat No handles on the doors just a beautiful driver up front She knows where she's going Kerouac the observation machine Caressing the most passing of scenes with photographic love Passionate photographic love venerable as anyone knew His memories pull shades up and down Doors are not done telegrams arrive Every morning something extra ??? Remembering everything like a snatch of melody A drumbeat remembering mythologizing So fast all the time moving The words the words are drumsticks pounding out drum beats Like a monk like a monk melody With mistakes yea mistakes and sudden inspirations Edges corners explosions convections All fast through a slow motion landscape Yea fast through a slow motion landscape

no stranger in this world - Tagore

when I was born and saw the light~ I was no stranger in this world~ something inscrutable, shapeless, and without words~ appeared in the form of my mother~

so when I die the same unknown will appear again~ as ever known to me,~ and because I love this life~ I will love death as well.

spirit of the earth

"Trust in trust, have faith in faith... That is the only solution when you have lost trust and faith. In the heart of ourselves, each of us is nothing but trust. Being and love are also parts of ourselves, but it is trust that allows us to breathe easy, to accept the earth's spirit as our own. Allow yourself to stop believing that struggle is the answer. Appreciate in silence the life that is meeting you at every moment. With this silent acceptance comes the tremendous energy that is hidden in the present, and in that energy are abundance, peace, intelligence, and creativity. All these are the gifts of silence wrapped inside the spirit of the earth." Deepak Chopra from The Way of the Wizard

eyes of love

The eyes of love is your soul full of flowers. ― Rumi

blessed equinox moment

sacred space between seasons stopping time in a brief instant of reflection when romance and tragedy tugging at our heartstrings become one with all that is ~ existing as pure potential and possibility... love


— lights out — fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine, the gland inside of my brain discharging the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as I hap-down and hold all my body parts down to a deadstop trance — Healing all my sicknesses — erasing all — not even the shred of a “I-hope-you” or a Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought comes a-springing from afar with its held- forth figure of image, you spoof it out, you spuff it out, you fake it, and it fades, and thought never comes — and with joy you realize for the first time “Thinking’s just like not thinking — So I don’t have to think any more”

love is all there is...

Finding and reconnecting to love again is the most important thing we can do as humans. Source is unconditional love, and we are sparks of source- which means we are also love. Therefore we are that we seek. Loving ourselves unconditionally is the key to returning to source.

are you picking up now?

positive vibrations jah love protection...

choose love...

ultimate choice in all opportunities: love or fear cohesion or chaos