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porcupine
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 Posted - May 28 2009 : 2:35:01 PM
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wantiness make it up but be sincere, what we say is, craziness is divine
there is no self, we are just energy that settles in the body, and keeps it alive, when we realize there is no self, we leave the body and new energy comes in
thoughts are part of the body, be one with them
thought a lot about love, and love lost, and how it is all one but what a confusing lesson that is, that can only be understood really for a moment and then is gone because like eclipses, the good things know when to be gone, to show their true colors. What do these moments have that don't have now? What do other words hold that these don't?
Embarrassed by life at times, and humbled, and wonder why its enjoyable? Don't really enjoy it, just think its sexy, maybe its who sees life as God's cosmic joke to the Goddess, who set it up this way. As a joke, a lot of people did not get it, were not ready. What does that even mean? Just born to serve this role in the world. Like to be ecstatic everywhere, and not care, and wander off into the woods like there is somewhere to go, and come right back, because on the other side of the woods is another town and stay long in the woods and there will be a camp there too as well. I am not different, working on assumptions, on things that pop into head with absolutely no justification, just like it was in the beginning, when Mary Jane appeared in life, and the words were all true. That was the first golden age, when beginning to learn to roll jays see that Goddess is smiling upon you, though it is essentially pointless action. Beloved girlfriend once asked, "why so concerned with gender?" who knows, it is a craziness that is deep within and has been since the beginning of time. Stumbled onto girl secrets on the internet early on , forever changed, stricken as it were by the lightning bolt of queerness. And life itself is queer, and light these fires with printed papers on bhakti yoga and sing songs to love who is in the sky, who is around , yet so ethereal only wonder what it is that drives this as well, this endless search for, for peace and enlightenment, though know it will come anyways, harmony among all, though even anger is necessary. It is that society knows very little, do not trust hearts, and live lives self defined. A god came, a butterfly lady who later was in the fields fluttering off, she had nothing to say, and it felt like the demons, though essentially being divine light were caught up in usual pointless and unimaginative conversation. Its can take a person on the edge, and go off the edge, and then feel the lonesomeness in the end when all is truly one, when having reached this place of exaltation and revelation rested just enough, walk back down the mountain, like Hakuin. Now feelings neither man nor woman really, just am, this is what everyone has been trying to express, and have seeked on regardless, becaus in love these things happen, see how this seperation causes trouble and yet is the greatest blessing? Listening to Goddess in dreams, there is a time of harmony coming greater than any who are alive do know. the altar is covered in hand drawn blessins, more and more in time as life itself grows becomes as it was in fantasies a few years ago, but in ways realer. But the writing itself is effective, as a shaman, works in the empty spaces where there are no empty spaces, the realness that words only half acknowledge, but the other half is also just as good. So when speaking as a priestess, as a woman, a man, a kimono dragon, what is it? There are all true, because there is no standard and knowledge comes in mysterious ways, there is a notebook next to the laptop. Sutra is a buddhist term but it applies here, as a matter of zen in action and energetic rerouting that happens on an inscrutable level, and who knows what happens, as the governments become less and less useful and people realize they are unto themselves, live in many different worlds even know, what is the use of calling them all the same world, though it is true, something must be lost? Blessings and peace flow into and out from all our hearts, other wise how would we have come to this point? Just a poem I'm writing to my beloved, who is unexplainable.
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