Up all night with the sun
in the dark we shine
roaming hearts we run
chasing infinity as one
‘
in the blind night we rumble
heart beat strobe feet
in the afterglow humble
down the rabbit hole tumble
‘
and we fall into fine fate
we crash into the undone
we hook the beat bate
we swallow and taste
‘
you said it’s so real
with the din in my ears
I heard what you feel
in a metronome meal
‘
and we chased it down deep
moving like parallax
in the holding hand leap
of the wide-eyed sleep
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and so we’re up all night
getting lustful lucky
dancing like freedom failed
every wrong move
in the darkness is right.
To
get her
Then together
But to
get her
The time passed
And to
let her
we danced
Be a
way
left thinking
far
away
right living
then
together
daydreamed past
we
can’t
longing last
To get
her
moving fast
Is not
me
together.
“Everything is as it is right now… perfect… complete.”
“We know everything we need to know - we’ve just forgotten”
“Trust in the randomness of things, in the chaos of things.”
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2:45
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At 30,000 km/h I’ve been shooting through space
With my feet buried in rich cold dirt
galaxy eyes in my glowing face
on a small planet treading a thin line
running big circles
telling the time
and the rushing wind has blown apart
the space dust particles
of my body and heart
onto high heavenly blazing flares
glowing Godly and golden
and raising my hair
And flying though the ever end
I’ve seen the universe still
Even as I blur the memory
And find my place will
Be forever
filled.
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london song
london gone
and here I am dancing and thinking
moving in my mind in the big room open
and in the wide spinning thought ship
the sun shines and rhythm stars
sing
inspire to move
motivate the motion
and in the energy of a long gone day
in the energy of a day not yet gone
in the memory of the future
I dance and I dream
along
one day one day baby
london calls
one day we’ll be old
thinking of the stories
one day
now.
I was there - and the waking side of me was talking business. And the sleeping side was dreaming. And everything became possible.
I had these two separate but related ideas, to quantify every bit of our repetitive behaviour such that we could have an offset system for waste - like carbon capture to encourage meaning; and an on-the-go donation system formed of little recognized abilities and talents - “all together we could accomplish anything”
.
I also wakefully dreamed of a reverse maze, where the paths where elevated and the hedges sank down into nothingness. There was lava down below. We would drop our disposable items into crevices to fall into a unified lava system - a consuming sewer system, with byproduct-collection system, to condense and transform
.
I dreamt thoughtfully of a no-packaging society, where items were just as they were, and we picked them up with our own reusable containers. Particularly food, but with lifecycle engineering, everything. Stores filled with silos with sensors where we specified the quantity we wanted, and that’s what we got in our use-again receptacles
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So I woke up like this, and as I really woke up, I still felt as though in a dream. I sat at the foot of my bed, looking at the curtains. I slowly reached forward and peeked behind them. I let them fall back over the window. I did this several times, as if to verify it was real, as if some small part of me was seeing this for the first time.
I moved slowly. I drifted through a routine.
But it was different because all I wanted to do was roam around Paris. To buy a notebook and sit in famous places, and odd places, and hidden places, and think and write and draw and be silent
.
As I left the house, I put music into my ears. Have you ever felt like you were gliding? Not so much the motion, but the fluidity of your surroundings.
That’s when I seemed to find myself awake within a dream. I realized that I was outside, and felt like I was inside. I was just dressed different. I was wearing “outside” clothes, but the way I felt, the way I looked at everything - they may as well have been in some sort of extension to my living room.
We live in a perpetual twilight defined one way or another by our choices, perspectives and perceptions
The subway moved, it was gliding too, with my head bobbing slightly, lightly, weightlessly sitting within this flying robotic caterpillar racing through the Paris underground
Twisting and shaking and heaving with silent still bodies sitting inside, and minds an infinite amount more different than the facades sneaking fleeting glances at one another,
twisting and shaking and heaving and racing themselves
.
A life within a dream within a secret life, a mind within a body within an underground world.
Perceptions, perspective, choices
.
I chose this morning to go slow. To forget what’s heavy. To keep dreaming even as I wake, to set aside the rush with the power of my mind making the world take a deep exhaling breath
.
Here I am, in Paris - home, and not quite home. Twilight.
Here I am, at work - in the fast world, silent writing. Twilight.
Here I am, awake - but thoughtful and still like a dream. Twilight
.
The idea that I write this, at a desk, in an office with 10 desks, a chatter of noise, phones going off, questions asked, documents zipping real and virtual in every direction and all the time…
The idea that I write this in a cocoon of thought shielded from a slice of chaos…
The idea that none are the wiser in their chaos to my calm…
The idea that music is enough to create a silent room…
.
Well, twilight is a powerful place, defined by the light we let in, by the breath we let out, by the dreams we hold on to, and the waking world we contemplate or consume
.
I was asked to go for a coffee. The request came like a hand reaching in to a dark planetarium. I went for a coffee.
Looking at the curtains, I slowly reached forward and peeked behind them
.
Time to wake up, time to set the silence down, noise to drown, to a room opened up, and a rush down a narrow indefinition
.
Time to wake up, but I hope tonight, when I am back in my room, with my “inside” clothes on, I will lay down and the dream will grow and grow until I walk with meditation.
It is a fine line, afterall, a sliver that you can only catch in your own glowing stillness - and that sliver is exactly the twilight we create…
and I can only imagine that when we see it, and study it, and feel it for what it is, it will disappear, creating a world that is never twilight and perpetually so - a wakeful dream to live slowly and thoughtfully and lightly and deeply, beyond the matter the speed or time of day
.
I’m going to try to catch that fracture in space.
Hello Paris - hello World - I wish I saw you like this more often -
By dreaming wakefully as the blue moon turns,
bringing my orbiting mind into alignment with its place
.
To dream is to be everywhere, to do so wakefully is to be celestial
.
Period. And my body seems to be floating away even as I don’t move - as my hands reach out, stretching for a keyboard tethered to a desk while I am pulled away and backwards through the ceiling and into the sun you can’t quite stare at before all goes dark and we are dreaming again within the little space between here and there, then and now, you and me, waking and dreaming
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and on
and on
and
for all you daydreamers
wayward wanderers
and childlike wonderers
I give you the world
In your trembling hands
For your spirited soul
To soar into space
For your wild spirit
To sunshine this place
-
For all you daring dreamers
Fire-breathing believers
and twilight explorers
I give you the world
To skip upon reckless
To float across light
To orbit like lightning
To hold on to tight.
-
For all you heartfelt heroes
With your wide eyes beaming
And heartstrings gleaming
I give you this world
Spinning and glowing
To turn to mighty magic
And forever-after dreaming.
-
Go far golden child
Go far graying grampa
Go as you are but dreaming
.
And I give you this world now!
zen moment
mid night
heart beating
brave fight
over darkness
year gone
past heaviness
new dawn
toast pain
toast gain
toast love
toast loss
toast the
Happy New
Year the
Happy New
You Year
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Fresh start
new heart
beating happy
beating wise
hardened heavy
softened light
Float away
Mid Night
Cheers to
Cheers too
Happy New
You Year
-
living light
living right
soulful journey
just begun
going anywhere
just one
blazing glory
epic story
mind heart
un folding
for life
-
look ahead
look back
look but
live now
that’s all
oh Happy
And New
You Year.
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Tear a bit
Of you up
And tuck it away
Into your careful crib.
And
Trap a sharp breath
In a little glowing jar
For a stormy night
When the wind is real mean.
And
Send a soulful thought
Up a kite string into clouds
Taking heavy lightning
Down your soft-shell body.
Just
Check your health
At the door
Save your Self
-Less soulsearching
You fighting lightning-rod God-child
Stealing away reeling feeling wild
Constructed to explode
Growing to implode
Whoa.
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