without all this talking id be done. the souls navigation, negotiation of trains. remember all the talk about trains? i think the 'there is no spoon' thing fits here. you only think youre choosing between trains. but youre on every train there is. its the Illusion of Separation that keeps us thinking we need to choose a train. that there is This Side and That Side. more like a sphere of webs, a web of spheres. let go of what you think. you could say now is not the time, but the devastation is a perfect place, Blessed Be MahaKali Om.
this breaking down lets so much Light in. so much space. the tower falls, and we see at last the stars. i cried at the thought of fourteen percent. unheard of outside shermans secret hollow and the shade of cherry hill. we think we can pick and choose the rules, but that dam building is a high price to pay.
"its not where you take things from but where you take them to."
i leave the door open and let the neighborhood in on a little Cannonball Adderley. northwest incense, some candles its pretty groovy wherever it is i am. these moments with rainbows on the ceiling, the leaves of houseplants shining with afternoon sunlight, the flowers succulent and extraordinary even my scented geranium, over ten years old, is blooming. inspires me to keep blooming, too.
"we just want to talk and let it all go and say hey im interested in you what have you got to tell me?"
in the dream the baby was monstrous, two dimensional like a flounder, the mouth all picasso. put the baby to my breast and he threw his head back laughing, perfect and beautiful. but you were furious with me. you had all my dreams in garbage bags, bags i had buried and you had somehow retrieved. i begged you with wringing and impotence and wrest myself from the dream and into your arms on the other side and you assured me. the sun was in her track, up over the pastures and pines down along the main road and over other souls in other places waiting on the light. watching the birds, morning chores, potatoes and eggs.
"Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option."
“This CGI bullshit is the death knell of cinema. If I'd wanted all that computer game bullshit, I'd have stuck my dick in a Nintendo.”
"the totality of the imagination of the dreamer currently projecting reality from within."