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“The greatest future triumph of the thinker will come when he can persuade the individual integer and the collective whole to rest their life-relation and its union and stability upon a free and harmonious consent and self-adaptation, and shape and govern the external by the internal truth rather than to constrain the inner spirit by the tyranny of the external form and structure.”

~ Aurobindo Ghose, The Synthesis of Yoga

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Tapping fingers creating ripples in time.

(december 18)
Missions like Madness
Reaping PerfectPatterns,
Something you to last, and
if it, does, you shall forget you ever DID,
Like a mona-lisa Smile, depicted&split,
One chest rises, while the other falls In,
breathing together like birds of a feather,
for, getting, further, only to remember,
and getting Closer, to the end of decemember,
begining to begin
what we forgot, together,

Whimsical, reality for open skies!
Exposing rock & stretching for mileS.
Mystical Quarries, forever,Evading Any,Bit
want, to be Create-*will be create,
to quarry in a Pit &
catch 'some, on the FLY!
Conduits contorted, sailing gravely,
into the night.

A royal barge can BE dismantled,
& so the men Wreak of PoweR.
Nothing shall save you in the WatchTallTower
Stone Throws forgotten, Beheadings Bequeathed,
nothing like a SORRY on the day,
they deceased, ((ONLYnotREALLY))

Metaphors
shining,through-the,planets
pores
Galaxies evolving-through
Fantasy,
Flower petals & wise'ol Nettles,
soak your toes & release your woes!
One dream follows another & soon you have aLL
you,ever,need, Know.

_________________


(december 20)
Words for Combusting Thought,
EntropiC showDowns one has, foughT,
Skinny branches, yearning for Us,
to remember , what,we,forgoT,

A day that Reaps through shades of Gray,
white-light destineD, leads another, way,
distance requested & destruction Connected,
to EVERY BIT, under this-same, skY,
Floating into a, Kind Rhythm,
like a clear & rotating Prism,
following footsteps, to forget there isn'T.
a right of Wrong way, only endleSS ways&Rays,
for shining through, billowing abouT,
like shadow-casting, with Out,
a spec of dust, pervading (now).

Ancient feeling & impulses permeating aLL
moments,
it is their Momentum breeding
our Passion
& creations.
Sandy skiN with
Galactic aspirationS.
Syncing soulS with harmonies,
into completion.

The cherry Tree became Real & the,rest,is
HistorY, going Out into the worlD, radiating
love&glorY. The WANT to be WELL,
angels lissen'N,
the seeping poweR, of a spriaL, sheLL,
falling-towards-the-center-of-the-eartH,
heaven Meshed with hell,
& suddenly, the, window, opens,
the Eye peers, through,
the veil is LIFTED, & we-feel,what,we-KNEW,
////we spin the Earth&the Earth spins, You!\\\\\\
picking flowers to touch the dirt,
dreaming On to remember the Birth,
crossing bridges & climbing rocks,
time precEEds with No,Tic,or,Toc,
Only the sounds of our Souls,
heading Onward,
syncing soil,
beneath these toes.

yessSSss

Segments of synchroniCities

(click Em and they Grow)

Tasty FLows

Rhythm riding and dimension slidinG

Today is August twenty eight
Imagine that!
A date like that!
Toppled over & breathing Faster
Than any comparison at
ALL, where we once
Resounded with Deep Vibrations
Collected&Depicted
With sweet minds
For, Letting Go Of
And Dreaming On with,
Awareness splashed onto
Wisdom, and our Palms
awaken unto Life.
With our dreams
Colliding into this World,
Hello and Good Day,
How did we Ge this Way
Of hell no, forgotten Joe
Stubbed his toe
And ate a melon,
Or maybe it was a mango,
Regardless I think of you Daily,
And eye hug you in my DayDreams,
Where my soul is running free,
My mind is present while
Eye dream, thoughts are silent,
It’s like looking through
a window and forgetting
Your have a body, head, and eyes to
Look out a window At ALL!
_

Today is December seven, 2011
The Rain is shattering
Its soul in to Pieces
And so we are
Visiting friends
& opening windows
Passing moments
With smoke elapsing
Space to occupy
Space to fluctuate with
A visiting type of mind
Where the wearies
Remain aloft & behind
Underneath carpets
The dust bunny realm
Wreaks of acuteness
Like shadows cast on film
A captured vessel
Goes onward
Exhaling chest
Belly rising into
My own, as if
This flesh had a,
Consciousness of its Own,
Imagine that’S
With a dash
Of hope and a dusting
Of Fate
Peace Tiger
For our soft bones,
To curl along,with & side,
A fancY dream begins to unwinD.
_

Today is December Eet, 2011
Day Glow, daY gloW,
Oh, oH, to the lasting Nothing
In every aware Light
Ran a’moK & turned to dusT
Fingers only to express
Electric currents,
Our vessels flush
Through one another
Like time through a worm-hole
These melodies comprised
Of contagious synchroniCities,
The rhythm is forever,
The chance is Vast
And these intentions
Are Alive as they Cast,
Shadows of atoms,
The dust within us,
The matter around us,
Of which the angels see
With,their open eyes
We can Only dance,
To become, a part,
Of the whole,
Dance of stars & the
Dust they give birth to,
These are the times,
When our dreams become alive,
As hope transcends to fate,
Our Leaps become lengthening strideS.
_



Today is December Nine, 2011
For the bold & brash,
We shall go steady,
& simplify desires
Into minimal decays,
Developing poetry,
Into a land of time
Forgotten wonders
Creeping down my spine
Winding harmonies
Helixes to call mine,
Run a’mok for the
Faeries alive at the Seam,
Like staring out a window
For days soon to be months,
Like a river is destined to Flow,
A mass is Well for Condition,
These bones mash up,
And it’s the dirt,
We ultimately become,
Or MayBeee it is the Air,
Surely,surely, some time
In “MAY” there
Exists this “BEE”
One touch of a petal
To the Golden Faerie’s dream,
Like an atomic structure
Decomposing another, scheme,
Like a sweet tip Toe
Collected into-A-Sweet-Blunder.
_

Today is December ten, 2011
An early day,
Where the air is Cool,
Making my bones Decay,
only a Bit,
Of dust collecting,
So these are the times
We save grace,
With flowing rhymes,
The air is Full,
Molecules rising and falling,
Intuition awoken and calling
Oh-oH how these rhythms,
Unwind & contort me,
Twisted visions
For the lost & lonely,
These are our Bones, ya’see,
Only collections of selections,
A destiny, only,
To See and to Breathe
Eight shouts of “WHO GOES”
Slashed with a sweet,
“HOW DARE”
This is our shifT,
To show that we carE,
Days go On like Soldiers,
Marching steadily to the beat,
We get only One Choice,
& that is,
Whether to Be or be SPARKLY!
_

December 11,2011
Back, in the corner,
By the window,
Of your mind,
Above & about,
The Source,
A tolerance,
Higher than the Buildings,
Surrounding, me...
A disseverance,
For these Yous & Eyes
To collect&create,A fEEEEEeeeelinG SO
In Touch& -in Tactile
Like diggging in dirt,
Just to feel Whole , AgaiN.
Eye am You As You are Eye
Type-deal-Type*deal.:.;/@@;
-tapYa,ass, oFF&callITaDay!
Feeling,Through,one-
Another,on & onToo, aWHoleNew,
World, all-ways, in your
Pocket& On your sidE.
Breathe iN, withMeNOW,
This is OUR time, toBe&beKind*
withiN a Pouch, in the back-
Seatof,your,mind, lies a compass,
withA diaL, powered SOULyyy
By the Measure OF s p a c e
Being CradledWithinYourComposition
Of mmmmmmmMaaaaaAtttttTttttttTeeeeErrrrR.


Today is Dember 12, 2011
Words like Hours,
Drifting just to Exist,
And its never Really, ON or Off
Yet, allWays syncing,
Up&around, like a Tap*Tap’s
Delight, with the window Open,
And the smoke Billowing, aBout.
Only when we forget,
Do we truelY, remember?
Like allowing SpacE to takeOver
And feeling what it is like
On the Inside of things,
Something a Tad more
Sparkle & A,wee bit of Shine,
(in,fact,it is INCREDIBLE, the,
amounT of, shinE).
One, moment, the Entirety of your
matteR, canbe cradledBy, a reflect-
Ion, while the next, it FLoats,
entiretyAmongstEternity,
-forever, in the River of StarLand Only a reflection,Ion, Growing
Up to become, everyLight
We meet, under this same,
Sun.

Today is December 11
Nothing but afternoon
Tea, with some Ink to divideSpace,
Distances&Dreams, everything
But a Nickle in your pocket,
And I’d ask you How,
But I know you are
Fleshy, and so I am,
Fleshy.
Temples for ancient THoughts,
To be alone,
With!
Source energy,
Fo’evah.
-and, yes it IS definitelY
The,best,feeling,eveR.

-and yet there is allways, the Wanderers.
Those who Respond, to Risening* Tides&Harmonies,
Like the power of Recognition,
Dripping from a FountainPen,
Responding through Trust, through Touch,
To feel what you’re feeling,
To know what you are thinkinG,
All the while,
These chests, go on Rising
& Hearts sync into
The love they creatE,
Aligning with the MelodiesSsssSss,
This is the Kind of Dream,
You can have,while,you’re Awake!

_

thank you

circle round and sing

weeeee

for our groovy bones, we flow freely

Forever into the layers, we allow our selves

cells to sYnc.

Thrive

Get involved.

murmuration of starlings

Police State Break Open and hear US

The Peoples Surveillance State <----click&read

oh and for melodies, we dream On

Rhythm we thrive on

An interest in Matter of it Self.

the dust became matter and the
matter began to do just that.
the becoming became and
the rest stood up and shouted
ALLOW ME TO BE,
with only four spaces,
empty for listening,
full for feeling,
and how these moments drag onward,
leaving nothing but our souls
to whisper
about the things we only
think to think about a loud,
and how i'd like to shout with you
shouting because we really Mean it
and by that we mean nothing but our
souls to Keep
Bones to Reap
and fine fine lines
to seap
into your mind,
as the last drop of
Pure Love,
subsides, this was our chance,
and we Decomposed just as the rest,
except our twinkle toes,
they ALL ways,
pAss the test.
damn, these particles
work FINE,
with out our efforts
to attune
what we knew was
only a peep Hole.

(must be their twinkle)

tasty dayDreams

a new member of the Tribe