Two days now without comment or like Neither indication nor notice If he were here we could have played several rounds by now If he had made an attempt to look, he might have seen my random memory What shall he say As the day looms to a close All my energies come to this [...]
"What are you drawing?" "You." "Really? So am I." "You're drawing me?" "No... I'm I'm drawing you." ------ We can never know whence it came How to respond What to think All that is behind us semblance what might have been All that can be in front of us substance the moment's illusion No magic [...]
And so it goes. ------ Blessed... m(___)m
"You know what else I hate?" "Don't be a hater dude, it's bad for your soul." "It's just a figure of speech. I hate it when... " "That's a funny expression, eh? Figure of speech... go figure." "HYPERBOLE then! I was being hyperbolic. Just let me finish my sentence." "Sucks when people do that, doesn't [...]
Not looking Not finding Noticing Breath Balance Blood coursing throughout Not flowing Not dripping Noting Movement Memory Mind and body meld All that was All that is Aware Love already here. ------ Blessed... m(___)m
Conditioned for heresy abstruse is the mind of privilege Because I am what I am fear finds its way in What I am In a billion years all this will be but accidental images As fleeting as those revealed only by randomly pixelated positions of clouds Unseen when unfiltered unheard of unless... Spoken My love [...]
I guess I was done. I could feel the blood rise as I bent over into my version of Bālāsana pose. It began to flow. Trailing a few drops onto one of the hexagonal stones of the morning meditation space. My reflexively rising hand caught the rest on my finger. I cleaned it with my tongue. [...]
The music is fine not mine but obviously a big hit with those here trippy. Here with the happy, seemingly (but not quite) hippie. But also not quite... "Bliss Ninnies". No, these folks are far from that. In fact quite the opposite. Successful forty-somethings. All tie-dyed and wide-eyed. Dilated to meet you. Me. Here by [...]
The more I live in the moment, the better that moment gets. But don't follow me. Don't make so much of these, my musings. I'm a lighthouse not a rescue party. I'm just sitting here, in my little mind-play place. Emitting "enlightened" delusions to a post-meaning universe. ------ Imagine this... Humanity's primary function on this [...]
Perhaps I'm not as curious as I once was. Perhaps I'm just more cautious. Years ago, I can see how I might have made more of an effort. Use my social skills to seek out, to eek some kind of an answer. But art need not have answers. Art is only... to be. Art is. [...]