i had a heavy duty experience with mescaline
an angel came and removed obstacles from my world view
and a new Logos i call minimism or minimalism
meaning, "i prefer the mini-mum"
possessions get in the way, they cause the eye to wander and think about things that are illusionary distractions away from the Kore Truth
in the crucible of the beginending i was only redeemed by the virtue of my-nuteness
one
everything is internal
nothing is external
zero
in time maybe i'll return to report on this wonderful-avor of bread & water
(p.s. at the culmination of this communion, lotuspie married chontler, april 14th 2005, check telepylus.com drama forum for details)
everyday is my wedding day
the baby's still in Her comatose state
take me away to this minimal space
where i can breathe in the wild windy places
in your faces i see my own eyes looking at myself
(i'd worried all must dissolve into me, and rejoiced to find it be eye to dissolve into U)
whatever IS, runs from left to right
then, whatever isn't, reaches back right to left until IT comes full circle again
most objects pose the question to the eye, "why am I here?"
remove the objects from sight and there are no more questions
till only the purity of the bare honest truth remains
Amen, minimizing miss-cum-misses.
Welcome to the club de blanc canvass.
I once had an apartment with white walls that most made fun of. I never figured out how those folks failed to be amazed by the everchanging display of shadows cast by houseplants in the windows.....
Btw it sounds as if congrats are in order, eh, sistah?
lw
you don't have to live like a Refugee
or do you?
Yup.
And now I realize that every ship of fools has a case of scurvy or two. Care for a lime, Profit?
lw
i wake up to find the Pi-Rats have come
tying up along your coast
Some things never change, eh? Some pirates seem to hoist a different flag each time they come to port, like wolves modeling sheeps' clothing.
lw
Pirates in drag?
I could throw my hat into this ring, but alas, my freak flag is merely at half mast. So, in lieu of something original and witty, I turn to an Avatar in Rock Star Clothing:
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going, going...
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.
Give away the stone.
Let the oceans take and transmutate this cold and fated anchor.
Give away the stone.
Let the waters kiss and transmutate these leaden grudges into gold.
So crucify the ego, before it's far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical,
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
Just let the light touch you
And let the words spill through
And let them pass right through
Bringing out our hope and reason ...
etc, etc etc.
*Lights a candle, and burns a dragibus laced J for Manyrd, a prophet among humanity.*
very happy to find this kind of thing, what a cool group of people
Jesus H Christ!
Justin Time time!
What up, old-sock #2? (Every site needs a pair.)
lw
Heh-heh. Half mast...
-TM
"Flaxen hair blowing in the breeze
It is time for the geese to head south
I have come with my mustard seed
I cannot accept that she will be taken from me
"Do you know who I am" she said
"I'm the one who taps you on the shoulder when it's your time
Don't be afraid I promise that she will awake
Tomorrow somewhere
Tomorrow somewhere"
Wrap yourself around
The tree of life and the dance of the infinity
Of the hive
Take this message to Michael
I will comb myself into chains
In between the tap dance clan
And your ballerina gang
I have come for the beekeeper
I know you want my
You want my queen
Anything but this
Can you use me instead?
In your gown with your breathing mask
Plugged into a heart machine
As if you ever needed one
I must see the beekeeper I must see if she'll keep her alive
Call Engine 49 I have come with my mustard seed
Maybe I'm passing you by
Just passing you by girl
I'm passing you by
On my way
On my way
I'm just passing you by
But don't be confused
One day I'll be coming for you...
I must see the beekeeper
I must see the beekeeper"
T.A.