vanishing...

no longer do i feel...no longer do i wish to...no longer do i wish...

simply:

yearning...

I confiscate and confess that the ego too is simply a notion, invisible, non-existent until we sprinkle it with life, with our essence, most often unconsciously and unknowingly. Like Pinocchio, we're still exploring, learning, gathering and harnessing the very life we're so convinced of living. How many of you make love to time? to space? to neither and both simultaneously, fluctuating, flashing with the rhythmic pulse of distant torsion ripples touching entirety. The sage of space hovers about in his obliterated head, reaching the threshold of capacity, there is only a natural and significant orchestration that must occur before one can even begin to break down and disintegrate all the Earth-culture's toxicity we're subjected to. Polluted at every step, knowing it, seeing it's ferociously hideous misshapen silhouette, emitting a dispersal of transformed energy. All light gathers space, embracing the truth of what it absorbs as it perpetually travels, never stopping, never slowing, never knowing what immobility even implies. Let us all eat, drink and be with light, with love, with true acceptance which brings the beginnings of forgiveness...learning to forgive through acceptance. For don't we all yearn to be accepted for who and what we seem to be through our motions and words and gestures? Shattering the circles, the zero which only implies infinite potential, come walk with me in directions never experienced rather than dig deeper with years of cyclic speeds.

forgetting to remember:remembering to forget

This unsanitary and momentary constellation does not seem quite fit, nor unfit, for the gaze to relay much more than what's to be remembered and forgotten again. How lovely the skies twist in somber tones adrift. I enjoy watching the suns set, again and again, the moons find ways onto my notebook sometimes. oh gentle brushing gust of wind, playing with the phenomena of photosynthesized life, come dance along the rhythmic thumping of the Earth's heartbeat, an electro magnetic ripple touching us all whether we know this or not. Unabashed, delicate. Honest. On the distance of illusion remains another world, another word, another kiss. Let's all share our memories, and our forgotten realities. Our imaginations are synonymous.

Holey dawknesses!

So i said this the other day on zee facecrook:
"kinda wanna throw myself off some deep, dark edge, and into a chasm where I can soar to the floor...anyone wanna join?"

my dear brother and wonder-friend Ken Yamaguchi sent me lots of wonderful and gargantuan holes to leap into! The one in Guatemala City that just came about was first -

then he sent me THIS wondrous mysterious dot on the Earth ocean's floor...I want to just float down to the bottom!!!



Is there something fatally sadistic about wanting to float, so slowly and so deeply into an embracing darkness, that wonder can no longer exist beside you, or in a distance, but rather becomes you...and you it? Do we indeed run to the vastness when it's offered? Do we breathe in the toxic fumes of the ether and drift off to wonder? Let the salts melt on our tongues and liquids turn to catalysts and glimmers of starlit love, infinite!

have a cup of water and remember!

enjoy!

go get LOST!

please!

live in love!

BELIEVE!

let's all believe and do this...and MORE!



enjoy!