Bright Idea #3: Find your True Voice.
"I am beautiful as I am. I am the shape that was gifted. My breasts are no longer perky and upright like when I was a teenager. My hips are wider than that of a fashion model's. For this I am glad, for these are the signs of a life lived." Sunny sunday. Rearranged rocks for land wights made space for bleeding hearts made the rounds with coffee and dog to croon over the sprout green babe of spring birthing from the dirt about our house made chanticleer tour with LaLa to hootenanny barn made couscous. living here lets me see the true path of the sun the tides of the moon the way of the natural world outside the black pavement plains plastic crap i want to put the seed in the ground and let it live out its meaning and eat it. i want to learn the stars where the sun rises in the winter where it set in the spring learn where the wild witch hazel grows plant lilac along the stream spend a rainy day keeping beans and fruit for winter. i want to watch the whips gift me with apples eat blueberries i planted get lost in a bearded iris breathe in the blessed smell of tomatoes read in the shade of my retreat and see myself reflected in the wonder of a garden orchard little patch of land ive been blessed by weeping cherry korean spice azalea lavender rose. all the angels singing in scent changing in season teaching the lessons my soul most needs to know.

Bright Idea #2: Learn how to Stay Open to Feelings without having to Act on them.
"The trick is to experience each moment with a clear mind and a open heart. When you do that the game and life will take care of itself." Epiphany Friday. Holed up recluse all my life. Protecting divinity the hand around the candle hurricane glass four walls do not a prison make nor iron bars a cage he said my whole childhood that seclusion estrangement amputation of soul and flesh i reach out just a finger out from the shadow through the chicken wire and duct tape and the least breeze is a rain of nails i retreat shrieking crying foul gorged on grief and calumny. collect my self the sharp and pointy bits see my reflection manifold and realize. this is why and this and this and this and i learned something i gained that much more insight clarity its what i wanted isnt it? for a long time now therell be a price to pay for clarity. foolish to think it would be easy and free. hermit recluse end of day truth is beautiful but terrifying like a god revealed in these moments where we see exactly what there is at the end of our fork. i have so much work to do but im ready to do it i see it now really is work the price of freedom is constant vigilance i read the other day now i understand mindful breath by breath i have been away so long i do not recognize the place my authenticity is a foreign country in which i feel myself an interloper i want to run back to the cold familiar hidey-hole but theres no going back ive seen the ocean and it is me.

Bright Idea #1: Learn respect for feeling: Respect your feelings and intuitions.
"Nowhere, beloved, can world exist but within. Life passes in transformation. And, ever diminishing, outwardness dwindles." LaLa and i down through splendid morning sunshine and shadow rolling jumped ship only twice spring blossom tree blossom oak buds wild lilac creekbed still singing standing in the yard contemplating garden to be blueberry sunflower sage a maypole. Town lady gin blossom everything a dollar horse bells house blessing cabbage rose thank you enter thru the exit only. Woman on old blue bike with black dog in basket pink patchwork skirt camo boonie hat i would be intrigued if it werent me. Evanescent white blossoms willow tassels alder catkins impossible dream green of wheat fields the oaks letting go of last years leaves to let the light in. He found a ladybug i found a feather we put it together and its all alright. Roshi knowing where im coming from will help me meet me somewhere in the middle balance clarity Becoming Real. Where once i saw opportunity for magick meditation stump in spruce copse now i see lovely bright chittering happy red squirrel home.

J.K. Commandment #30: Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored and Angeled in Heaven.
"Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach. Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely." This is the process organic evolutionary revolutionary stumbling toward authenticity the City of Atlantis under the waves retrieved from under the summer dock where i wanted to go but you got pushed in after me after that stumbling through babylon blindfolded hands holding bag baggage memory desire the picture of the woman carrying a telephone pole leaving soul crumbs behind me for someone to find smoke signal broken string of pearls inherited absolutely mad my anger is a country i burned my visa for. expatriate of myself stranger alien not done not over yet i believe in redemption generosity kindness without borders this is most exquisite. divinity diamond heart buried under charnel grounds we go berry picking my solution forgiveness salvation behind razor wire guns hungry dogs who do not know me i smell of springtime. afterward i went to green and growing place little leafy souls each one angel deva guardian grow grow grow amaterasu coaxed from her cave by her own beauty smelling of sweetgrass and moving water i sent a song to guide you to me closer so you could see.

J.K. Commandment #29: Youre a Genius all the time.
"The idea that some lives matter less is the root of all that's wrong with the world." Windows open to cold morning little lives in cellar door fluorescent nursery may all beings be happy may all beings be peaceful may all beings be free a string of bright blue days blue beads on red thread kindness and generosity to ones self ones teachers ones friends ones strangers ones enemies may you all be free from hatred and suffering repeat repeat repeat under spruce dreaming the gardens of years to come cultivated bead by bead life as a mala the prayers if practiced grow fluent and tuneful kindness generosity kindness generosity your name a lotus flower pale pink ascending i prayed on a pink ribbon and here you are i can be this i can be less my defenses and more the pilgrim of unbordered country of my soul. entirely satisfied to walk robed and bowled drink from the sky eat from the earth theres so much unhappiness out there beyond the miraculous gate of flesh it is the greatest teacher vows should be made time spent in ritual initiating into mystery school of patience peace positive feeling you may chew your fear frustration false ego but it will never feed you and maybe i dont speak your language but that doesnt mean im not telling the truth.

J.K. Commandment #28: Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better.
"It's the return of all desire that enters toward all life embracing itself from afar..." A day in leave the book by the door i go out with you open hearted empty handed we are both wondering what to do think say learning the waltz of it learning to understand understanding understood. Tentative. hot bright day all things budding blooming the white tree in front of the schoolhouse the magnolia on the farm all send out hymn of scent and blossom the trumpet man from germany took my hand and said they are like brides apple trees in neighbors orchard pointed out with fuzzy buds even the whips in our backyard are budding out in lamby green the instinct of everything to live to turn toward the sun to grow the sunflower seed snaps open like a mouth and unfurls the succulent green tongue of its seedling soul the seed a cage that falls from rising head and falls the tshirt said biodegradable. i am biodegradable not pumped with deathless draught dressed in sunday best and shelved with atomic half-life in a petrochemical shell hermetically sealed seed that never opens to give its gift of energy gone back to Everything to feed the echo of the Beginning. Make me a birch tree apple whip dust that sticks in your beard the true taste of me on your lips make me light on the water bony gruel for fish fern foxglove seedling in the secret garden of your heart.

J.K. Commandment # 27: In Praise of Character in the bleak inhuman lonliness.
"Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars... and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers - for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are." Late rising sunday long dream red head broke in liberated white cellar dwelling weasel left a boot print on the berm these memories you have in dreams of things that happen only in dreams resuscitated watercolor sketchbook just sitting under spruce rabbit into rose thicket looking up over there tiny flat dove nest dove above it we consider one another and she flies away beautiful pearl grey dove brilliant black eye lily of the field god arrayed liberated from ego prison rabbit emerges thorn stung renewed illumined deer up the hill well fleshed strong blooded good to see she runs along with me chanticleer waving at little girls in the late april sun considering their relationship with divinity by a riot of feral forsythia i stop to drink and consider breath my beautiful companion the road sinks weaves rises and so do i. Everything unfurls dogwood willow lilac wild rose forsythia i set down some seed today altar lupine water prayer to little whips of evergreen apple lavender sage the holy beautiful names of growing spirit devas heart to heart the simple gift of now.

J.K. Commandment #26: Book movie is the movie in words the visual American form.
"What we grieve for is not the loss of a grand vision, but rather the loss of common things, events and gestures. … Ordinariness is the most precious thing we struggle for, what the Jews of the Warsaw Ghetto fought for. Not noble causes or abstract theories. But the right to go on living with a sense of purpose and a sense of self-worth — an ordinary life." Open field one breath at a time finding commonalities touch points every day just smiling at someone finding the touch point making peace i gave out seeds candles soap bubbles chocolate bars the kids ran around the place full of children and i wasnt afraid and i held a baby in my arms and ate a cupcake and later on there was frozen lemonade and a man said i reminded him of piper, "bye piper" he said sweet fleeting touch points what else is there? a pin prick to let the light in to bind us red thread ladybug winged heart lotus flower dove and branch small steps reaching out i will set you here upon my skin you will set me there such a short time to be here such a long time gone.

J.K. Commandment #25: Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it.
"Outwardly one's life may suffer every kind of limitation, from bodily paralysis to miserable surroundings, but inwardly it is free in meditation to reach out to a sphere of light, beauty, truth, love, and power." Young man sixteen say orange shirt HELPING HANDS on it blond slapped cheek blush of youth braces blue eyes looks up at me lady number nine hundred and says im feeling a little overwhelmed. and i was blessed by his humanity his honesty his generosity his Nowness. Spring madness all the little rooted lives all the possibilities azaleas lemon balm rosemary something green and growing for Nowness. Everything still drying out. But the blood runs stronger into my fingers the animal smell of earth out from under sleep spell of winter everything needs to move. people smile or are overwhelmed by the feast of it all. Emerging from hibernation dazzled by sunlight driven by our senses even i cant call up a thought but i can breathe talk walk sleep dream dance dig laugh believe reach out from my Nowness to you man woman child four footed deep rooted alive.

J.K. Commandment #24: No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience language and knowledge.
"One could do worse than be a swinger of birches." Full of adventure. Fire siren goes off dogs waltz around the bed howling. Coffee kiss for the brother in law my new satchel art box water bottle two boys black dog check. driving on fumes to freedom cold creek water bramble canes budding willow greening everything breathing salt marsh smell mind beautiful blank stepping stones sunlight buttercup five ducks four hearts three hawks two geese one that is in everything touches me on the breastbone says you are loved you are free you are loved you are free today i just wanted empty mind walking feet a stone in my hand old rolling earth mantra cathedral of trees spruce chorale with wind and creek water counterpoint beautiful empty mind freedom nothing to say everything everything everything is unspoken is true a body walking in reverence through time and briars no fear no shame just love thats all there is and all that will remain love love love love love.

J.K. Commandment #23: Keep track of everyday the date emblazoned in yr morning.
"Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot." Briskly being dragged through teeming culverts of springtime. More coffee with Charlie Chaplin Anatole France The Project Is Now something about chickens how prescient where did the white peacocks go? Briskly being dragged through Scottish Folksongs the treachery of females the oldest story ever told thats why they dress in dresses to fool their humorless god smearing bones with fat blood at the edges of their mouths. Curry good rice i count my blessings good home good family a tumble of dogs fringe of cats money for meds and milk and coffee i go to bed looking forward to coffee the pondwater rising in columns of steam the mornings are warmer days warmer still but today the sky presses down the hawk took the whole nest in her claws sifting midair to get at meaty beating heart someones nest egg someones everything and i briskly being between here and now entertain the idea that i am an angel ageless messenger rosy fingered stumbling holding out my hands saying here what you are looking for is here.

J.K. Commandment #22: Dont think of words when you stop but to see picture better.
"Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving." Woke up coffee and a kiss after i weave angels into red hair back for a nap and a deep dream with women oracles presages got on my bike chanticleer the blue rooster pedaled west listened to riley song snowmelt canticle glorious beyond green skunk cabbage wide open boldly arrayed hip deep in shining ditch water exactly what it is where it is the wheels turning rolling past good earth smells water smells green smells future foresters cutting down trees fox reveling on a scented trail light on the water everywhere stop to just look drink good water just look listen exactly what it is where it is the valley my great goddess comes full to view and little whitewashed armies ricket her cleft our future sketched out in empty triangles not spinning. laughter and working together people thinking breathing i ride past smiling over the river up the road trash everywhere adopt this highway the sign says and i think of doing it reclaiming it saying this earth is loved and reunited with its strength and beauty in the name of magickal earthlings everywhere you good flag waving god fearing van drivers thinking the roadside is your anonymous ashtray landfill all the trash that only rattles around reminding you how brief and weak you are why am i so angry? stopping to breathe look drink give bone gratitude stop to connect with post office ladies the topic death mass death the fall of government the almighty implacable diseases that makes them feel so brief and weak they have to turn the show off. post office angels gifted me with chiming beautiful book about the land i love the earth i worship a woman and her near and dear hand to heart communion with love in the shape of dirt seed shoot fruit becoming clear light peaceful whole.

J.K. Commandment #21: Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" Cold morning spring sun breathing in day lily jacobs ladder bleeding heart having slept soundlessly under snow now somehow green and feathered in hope for flowers flame rose snow colored. i have cake for breakfast and my nose runs. the apple whips acquaint themselves with the earth the dogs jockey the cat sleeps on the wheelbarrow in the morning sun. the seedlings wend their way toward tomatoes daisies black bell peppers everything gets the mandate theyre all connected in the matrix the energy moves through each and back around a rising spiral cone of energy that softly explodes into tomato daisy pepper lily ladder bleeding heart wholeness that we are a part of if we open our crossroad to traffic of light life force monday with its infinite possibilities i resolve to walk in wonder live in light believe in beauty of my time here and now and now and now emerging from slumber death of long nuclear family winter my shining green tendrils filled with the magick of galaxies unfurling fiddlehead finger frond light on the water already ive smelled the leaf mould and the ozone and baking bread melted chocolate my lover orange peel books hot coffee frankincense held a child newly born seen the seed of spring begin split and rise and tasted of a wind that sings that i should wait and see.