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 think death is a powerful thing – an integral part of life that maintains balance of all divine working of the omniverse! Yes, death is painful. Loss is painful. Endings, incredibly so. But the feeling of diving into the truth of death is enough lamentation. Truly being there with death is enough sorrow – we must celebrate in our collapse, for death lays fertile soil for the following flower.

When I die, anyway, I want folks to experience the feelings of it. And cry, and laugh, and dance, and wail, and sing, and clap, and spit on the floor for the swell of the river in your throat. And I want you all to wear your freeest outfits! The ones that make you feel most boundless.

But I do not simply comfort myself with the notion that life continues – I see it in everything. I work with Earth, time with seasons, and mama nature herself dishes out wisdom like so:     energy is energy. Sun is Soil is Green is Food is Blood is Water is Life.   When those close to i die, I will Feel it. I will love them and look them and reach back them foreverin years. I will drink in our time and cry it out. I will think of how many lifetimes we have spent together, and how much love we have recycled in our atmosphere.s  I will use my relationship with them to Grow Light. I will polish my mirror.

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wetwithwords

Tao Te Ching: Chapter 56
translated by Arthur Waley (1934)

Those who know do not speak;
Those who speak do not know. [*]

 

(1) knowing (2) the ones (3) not (4) speaking (5) speaking (6) the ones (7) not (8) knowing

 

Block the passages,
Shut the doors,
Let all sharpness be blunted,
All tangles untied,
All glare tempered.
All dust smoothed.
This is called the mysterious leveling.
[S]he who has achieved it cannot either be
drawn into friendship or repelled,
Cannot be benefited, cannot be harmed,
Cannot either be raised or humbled,
And for that very reason is highest of all
creatures under heaven.

^{—
[*] HO-SHANG-KUNG (an ancient commentator) says:
“The knowing ones esteem walking in Tao,
they do not esteem words.”}

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sticky head glowing hands. Training or Lazing.

‘s da way i m yours whin I mine .    (dis loss site, but guessng)

‘s tha heard heart palpitation vibration libation

inv’s’ble pourings 2 fayth frum in.

braid of 6.    man spiral

cube creat-on branch

in-twin-in limbs 4 structure.

–

it’s cancellation

from adreamworld, acting

finding spotlight 2 showcase a habit and loss

wantings     [none ferreal, shake bells on ankles to decorate a vision witout basis]

Sun efficating dark side by the coin of mii face;

Weakness. DiSolve.

(the kitten. low orb lionoss)

guilt Jewish gold

–

making fat from games.

{soap}

–

admit to vanity and separation – Sin.

BREAK

bu’ Mary her Maid-en took to boot

n hand

soft fingers caress automatic in darkened room

the basin from basic of body between 1 and 2

here lotus,

here stew here seed

dip i cauldron to dress the toes

of the sole shape venus:

ur ankh become wash

as fruits of berries with wood tricklethroats in cold storm

to mayke i warm

even b4 the sun came to paste our light

in shards beyond leaves of brittle

like smoke, the room was thick n clear

such early pale and innocent naught 2 leaf

–

whoa

gasp’d nhale

ur brilliance make i sad

because my water feel far

i, fool for thirst.

grey wit Sirius rising

cackle spirit, shapefalldance

the swing of i hips was precise

but not round

—         standing back, looking at old inn0sence, 4word at knew Ideals.

trust in right n lean on service

capricorn, capricorn

a year 2 figurr how bones make wit

silly inventors but dose who work

let us commence to dispell fear

and do the thang all the way.

(none halfway or changing! fuck, the task)

work come 2 if u do,

simple intent. will 2 be

.

Go

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pitta for la nile

welcomb, Sirius rising

be-ond day out of time

set for a year in Capricorn say, on ground n wisdom

.

Nothing.

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the River the Road

“You have been telling people that this is the eleventh hour.
Now you must go back and tell people that this is the hour!
And there are things to be considered:
Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your Garden.
It is time to speak your truth.
Create your community.
Be good to yourself.
And not look outside of yourself for a leader.
This could be a good time!
There is a river flowing very fast.
It is so great and fast that there are those who will be afraid.
They will hold on to the shore.
They will feel that they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly.
Know that the river has its destination.
The elders say that we must let go of the shore,
push off into the middle of the river,
keep our eyes open,
and our heads above the water.
See who is in there with you and celebrate.
At this time we are to take nothing personally,
least of all, ourselves.
For the moment that we do,
our spiritual growth comes to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over.
Gather yourselves!
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones that we have been waiting for.”

– The Elders, Oraibi, Arizona Hopi Nation

.

In an abundance of water

the Fool is thirsty.

.         (choose to do the work while i still have the choice]

.

heart ripping gash from the inside

women in white named Leslie speak of the moon and the earth

the mountains are embrace and

art is cultivation of culture (peace).

these women materialize to ask me about scarves and art stores. To tell me they work with children. They craft me moons on necklaces and whisper at my youth to grow

–  impress ion  –

mothers appear.

in the garden

a walled holly garden, holy place sum fortress.

pleasure gardens have perfume;

these are thistled ‘n medieval.

.

blessings are too great, surely tumble follow

go inside to find inside

let the violet seek black cloud containing shoulder

.

Good

God

Women run blind without books and seek damnation

women suck cigarette and welcome vapour

women shine teeth (mine cracked from makeouts

i lose myself in blue electric waves

and meet a woman who takes her daughter to Turkey and photographs her under a grove tree.

the small hand in mine and the train

the strength

this fantasy;   here, for this girl whose family overdosed and whose first car was a theft

whose belly swelled and bloodline grew to force life in doubly.

.

I’ve strayed too far. There’s no turning back. Only forging forward and maintain clarity

tryna make it right

and nexxt time i Love

Loving bigger than earth knew it could contain

because the moment i breathe past lung capacity

palpitation, squeezing

and more room for breath to follow.

prana, health, flow, light

circuitry

wiring

soon to

bed.

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282

“When white people first came to our land,” she said, as if she were talking to the wind, “we had already gone to the moon and all the great stars. In the olden days they used to come and learn from us. My father used to tell me that we taught them how to count. We taught them about the stars. We gave them some of our gods. We shared our knowledge with them. We welcomed them. But they forgot all this. They forgot many things. They forgot that we are all brothers and sisters and that black people are the ancestors of the human race. The second time they came they brought guns. They took our lands, burned our gods, and they carried away many of our people to become slaves across the sea. They are greedy. They want to own the whole world and conquer the sun. Some of them believe they have killed God. Some of them worship machines. They are misusing the powers God gave all of us. They are not all bad. Learn from them, but love the world…

Do you know what my mother said to me in a dream?…She said there is a reason why the world is round. Beauty will rule the world. Justice will rule the world. That’s what she said.”

.

.

.

Ben Okri, The Famished Road

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blue smoke. missessence

ur life change mii life

mii life mayke mii Love

ur lOve mayke mine, lIfe

missin iIi

back body black cloud

missin mIne

Y

V

0

2

=

3

dese angles

 

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Eighteen April

I have only photos of you

looking into the eyes of someone else

.

There’s small distance in your eyes.

Pairing our frames and our small bones,

the softness of our perfect skin

the Crowned priest

and his Queen of white

.

our Perfect Match is entirely Obvious

that’s what makes pain.

.

and the life in my eyes was pulsating,

veinous,

back last LEo-Virgo,

.

vi

vi-olet

vy-ing

IV

.

.

but it was so dense and had no escape.

I was a pulsing containment;

oracle of repression;

stigmatic catalyst.

I was bare in a room and full inside

.

but without strings

and hanging loose

and hurting over every bone.

I couldn’t do it while I doubted.

though now,  must aim for holy and slow.

Always

but I’ve got room at least

to breathe

to expand

(drops of Jupiter)

.

see not such simple haze

taste sallow butters

dripping from flowers

bleeding hearts.

.

gentle-men

.

muster n gust

the still quiet peace and strength

of a vast expanse

caressing all life

in the dark cradle of death.

kali ma,

kali ma.

.

sure, a rubber band

soul

aura,

life-feel

not mouthfeel

and tannin.

.

Sore,

a canter-cross

n rose cruci-Fix

blood is water

food is blood.

Life is alchemy

dirt is Us.

.

Knowing-s

diff-r-nt

from

be-lieving

be-living

.

play is smart,

and so is slow.

light is levity.

we cannot escape any darkness

so press on in light

and bright-nin GlO

4 how

can we fail

to hug

sweet sunset

till pink becomes mauve

and halo broth

into stew

at

the feet

of a conclusion

.

.

.

Grace

is

Art

these being

my greatest gifts:

and the happiness

of pearly white

disbanding all shadow

and flowing freely

far beyond

what may have been a pause.

.

.

.

Boy set me free

Boy made me ill

.

similar

to any herb

or root,

caressing deep beneathe poisonous rance

the buried treasure:

key under dirt

for improved circu-lation

e-lation

circles and spirals

moving forth jah bless

quicking a pulse

and smoothing breath

.

breathing wear and tear

and debo-nair

the fixation

of fluidity

and all it’s causes,

calls,

use-frths.

.

Who’m eye 2 say

someone’s not a path-walker?

Who’m eye 2 doubt my Self.

when letting be

within a skeleton

IS ENOUGH.

.

Just ask,

intend,

quiet,

listen,

.

n Jah Bless

every tyme.

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By Jove

 

 

 

 

 

 

Zeus!

 

 

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spanning 46, 47; (1, 11) Amen

The road will never swallow you. The river of your destiny will always overcome evil. May you understand your fate. Suffering will never destroy you, but will make you stronger. Success will never confuse you or scatter your spirit, but will make you fly higher into the good sunlight. Your life will always surprise you.

(Ben Okri, The Famished Road)

Amen.

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