Wandering holograms

Visions from this life or another reflect distort and invert perception. We may want freedom from the known but to fathom freedom is begin to remember. To remember is to grieve, then maybe see.

An exquisite corpse of impressions course through our lives, an art work entity, a ghost in the machine, driving the machine, relatively polite until analyzed. We set up shop in the impression careening into the same pattern.

To evolve is an option. As the tree is bent, so grows the branch. What glories come with pruning. A contortion becoming.

You, the one who has contemplated loss are easy to sit with. Integrated insight is exquisite life. To trust, we must become trustworthy. The inside eye reverses carefully. Where the eye sees out, it looks in.

Like an allergy, we crave what is inside of us. Crave it like a poison puzzle. Wanting to solve and expel. Everything with in us that we do not love will become an enemy to us. A loss in translation can become a shared psychosis, activating. Enactments repeat multi-generationally. Be still, slow down, nothing is real, but everything is potentially more than this.

We long to return to the garden. Where everything was magical and treacherous. To be small and dependent. How many generations of brokenness does there have to be before you ask for help with tenderness. Real adult life can be a garden that you may walk into or away from, a place of freedom, fruitful, loving. The tether pull is an old devotion that keeps us children - basked and suspended in the afterglow of melancholy. Convincing others is a reversed devotion - to ward off deep untold grief, and very oral. All themes are mutations of the same thing, until we give up the ghost. The content is old. Developmentally delayed devotions. To no longer seek paradise past, is to become paradise present. We, guilty, wear our tomb stone around our neck: "Here lies my expectation (see I was right)". Eternally repairing and repeating heartache until death. My expectation dovetails with yours so fluidly, dangerously. WHY do you think it's so exciting to meet and greet another solitude? It's not to become a martyr, but to join and transcend.

If you can partner w a friend on this road, Where you stumble, you will find your treasure.

People aren't motivated to grow w/o the growing pains in love. Confusing love with pain conflates this. Die before you die is to die to the obsession of mastering the past (all by yourself). Remember you are half-blind.

Once blinded, know you will be blind again. In order to trust, become trustworthy. Love is the intention behind the intention. Voices from the museum, recite the script. The readymade knows how to make the neptunian mirage beautiful as it hurts. Surrender, and give yourself thee love you need. The pain to receive, is to grieve, but you must. What you grieve is beyond the content. It is being bound in a body which denies.

We all hide behind something, no matter how noble. The veils and blocks are there for a reason, they don't need to be ripped off- rather dissolved. If not, they will come back or be passed on. The unworked past pushes into the present. Do you really want to be alone inside? Die before you die. Imagine. If cultivating love is the only path to enlightenment, then how many of us are lost. Love is the ultimate loss of control. None of us want to be bound, and yet.... so so bound. Listen. Loosen the tourniquet on your heart. Suck the air of XTC. Be still. Do a headstand, like the fool lets the blood of the heart fill the head. Time IS love and love is what is passing. Everything is passing. Take care of yourself. Make your house you're home before you fly away.

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8.15.2011

"NO WINE BEFORE IT'S TIME"


August... The air has been particularly refreshing these past 2 weeks of life and life..." if there's love, i just wanna have something to do with it".  Finished a creative project with my very dear bff, PR. Once again a satiating collaboration.... love takes many forms and is bountiful.  Stood by a dear one on deadline and sat with a doe on the 17th floor.... had a brief but sweet visit from my sister whom i refer to as my spring blossom..... I have to say this mercury retrograde/ ramadan has been quite fulfilling.... I miss California as summer wanes, but i feel so at home with in myself right now, i am glad exactly where i am.
THOUGHTS 
People are not investments.  Love for the sake of love.  I do what I do because it makes me happy.  It makes me happy to do what i feel is right by what i recognize to be true.  Service, collaboration with life/ love puts me in  harmony.  Responsibility to my own awareness.  What could be the highest purpose of living but to perfect human relations and nourish divine true friendships by sharing.  When there is an opportunity to be there/ true,  do not hesitate,  as it is a fertile valley of growth and all falls into place.  If it brings strife, then one is giving for misguided reasons,  like insurance, or avoidance.  Be sure of this: people will always need each other.  We are all here in order to be together, but we all answer to the Friend alone.  Some relationships purify by fire, mirrors to what needs to burn-out with in us.  Once it is burned away, so does that relating ( hopefully!). If not the friendship is a bit in vain.
When I can freely give,  I  receive, "a sweetheart is a mirror, a friend, a delicious cake" , when you see yourself sweetly in another, you can be of help, satisfying that high station, and call.  The body is an instrument, like the lute, or reed.... breath is life, the unseen current, like in the German language, soul and breath are linked.  The body must live out it's purpose for what it was created: when the lute is not realized , it is not understood.  This is why we return to the valley and become children again before we can grow.  We stay in the valley until we can realize the poison is also medicine, and can open more to the breath of life.  There are 1,000 ways to avoid pain;  a jar can only hold one days portion of ocean, that is if we are contained ... smash the bottle, and see One in All, do not limit your identity, 
become clear
( enough illusion - neptune)
on your
deepest hearts desire, vision
work smart not stupid- like the cobra-
the work of repose
then
take actions (moon in aries)
and
let yourself go ( jupiter)
permission
when moon is in Taurus this week state it!
( you will have time to work on it soon)
change patterns
  " as long as the oyster is not content it will never be filled by a pearl."

..."it is the fire of love that fell into the reed and the ferment of love that fell into the wine"
do not neglect your purpose.
the door is ajar ( wink)

all is fluid , moving,
current, 
(and if it says sk it's mines)
xox





"Rise" to the occasion  (sk 8/11)
and
get things done
transcend, let yourself go, let yourself go ( a little citizen cope)
that back to school squirrelly feeling of gather ye nuts
Winter lies before us! but how many winters have we thus far survived...
how many lives!
boink ahh this is fun
 THE SPIRITUAL EYE

is the eye of the heart

it is not life that is mortal, it is the cover that makes it seem mortal 
sheath

 flowers they bloom

im tellin you, remember greater jupiter, mitosis
 8 sideways, fission vision


see what is given, forget you're perfect offering
stay inflow 


um, isn't it obvious, there is a crack in everything....

thats how the light gets in, yes very nice indeed. 
a dance,  in time

Spirit  in wind and bees 
it is nice to watch a tree sway in the city
so why the rush

"Work is Love made visible"
im gathering pollen to make honey
more will be revealed

fall closer friend

the artist at work , haha, here we go yo...
i like to, work this way in Califor nia
HM rode his horse when he needed a break from the studio, lampin'

integrate, and back to the reals: end of summer synthesis

i need nature like flowers need the  rain
America, you know

a fresh kxss of rain-  a lot of rain

slept well and was born again  ( SK pour light upon light)

 missing u California
sk this jar .......................slow
road

and sweet to know you (sk lampin) color sux in this photo


if you got it... flaunt it

value........there we go, look at those fat grapes


magic
behold a horsey
H Bass!
Guy B!

its signed"Ispult"
tune in

a cobra sleep, not a coma  

love ducks

cat power ( free)
open road