don't wait

Up all night with the sun in the dark we shineroaming hearts we...

Tue, 14 May 2013 23:16:28 -0400

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
-
and so we’re up all night
getting lustful lucky
dancing like freedom failed
every wrong move

in the darkness is right.

Video

Thu, 09 May 2013 19:35:02 -0400

To get her Then together But to get her The time passed And...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 16:16:00 -0400

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

can’t

longing last

To get

her

moving fast

Is not

together.

“Everything is as it is right now… perfect…...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 15:28:17 -0400

“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.”

2:45——At 30,000 km/h I’ve been shooting...

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 18:06:43 -0400

2:45
——

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.

london song london gone and here I am dancing and...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 18:18:07 -0400

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 woke up dreaming - that is to say, I woke up but was still...

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 15:43:00 -0500

I woke up dreaming - that is to say, I woke up but was still sleeping and found myself in the expansive space between sleep and wakefulness, where we are both.
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

.
-
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
|
and on
and on
and

for all you daydreamers wayward wanderers and childlike...

Tue, 12 Feb 2013 15:16:18 -0500

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...

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 18:28:00 -0500

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
-
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.

Tear a bit Of you up And tuck it away Into your careful...

Sat, 15 Dec 2012 01:38:00 -0500

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.

We’re bad But you might be glad That the worst you’ll feel Is...

Sat, 15 Dec 2012 01:36:00 -0500

We’re bad

But you might be glad

That the worst you’ll feel

Is the feelings you had

And if the truth be told

One day you’re old

You’ll be thinking

Damn

Damn we were bad

Glad it was good

And that’s the mood

With your soft top come undone

Black glasses on the run

‘cause a fugitive don’t hide

When the world’s the ride

And that’s what’s bad

You lucky little moment.

O’ mine

O’ fine

You good luck gone bad

Fine and sad

But just dangerous glad

That we don’t understand

How we walk in our shoes

And those lyrical blues

That might tell us

How right wrong is

Is wrong

You split-moment

Fire friend as we

Ruckus us

And run.

"How can a mirror change the way you look? You will only see in the world what you’re prepared..."

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 02:22:43 -0500

“How can a mirror change the way you look? You will only see in the world what you’re prepared to see in yourself.”

- Robert Holden (Happiness Now)

Through everything. the best of us can feel we must make friends...

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 15:20:36 -0500

Through everything.

the best of us

can feel we must

make friends grow

and loved ones know

that life is for living

and lovingly giving.

the best of us

can shake the dust.

the best of us

can shake the dust.

So that all around

the sun shines through

giving light

and making things new

and good,

and great,

and giving

and with the dust coming so free

the rest of us can fly

emboldended to go higher than high

…and when the best fall

our hearts break from a stratospheric drop

These angels on earth make us stop

And the sun shines through

teary gut-wrenched rains

reminding us all

to remember the height

and remember the fall

and to shake the dust

and shake it emphatically apart

so that we might glow like the best,

a sun shining on every heart.

beacons of living,

are the best of us,

reminding us always

the way they shake the dust.

"Let the waves of the universe rise and fall as they will. You have nothing to gain or lose. You are..."

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 02:38:07 -0500

“Let the waves of the universe rise and fall as they will. You have nothing to gain or lose. You are the ocean.”

- Ashtavakra Gita (via thelittlesea)

"There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into..."

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 02:37:02 -0500

““There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others””

- Martha Graham (via thelittlesea) (via noornalini) (via ibergman)

Time. Time will pass And we will grow, And as the seasons...

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 01:58:17 -0500

Time.

Time will pass

And we will grow,

And as the seasons change,

So too will our hearts beat

On and off, on and off, on and off.

Like a thousand sunsets coming and going

My memory will glow with you

Coming and going

Just before the stars shine,

A heavenly fixture in time

Of wonder and dreams

where you’re exclusively mine.

And one day a song will play,

Or a place will smell just that way,

And at that moment,

Alone and thinking of the Universe,

I’ll whisper to a thought of you

“I wish, I wish, I wish”

With my heart beating

On and off, on and off, on and off,

Forever and ever.

Lost and lost,

Until I’m found

By the one heart

That can bring me ‘round.

My greatest fear,

My heaviest heart,

A future off-balance,

Where we’re dreaming apart.

And time will pass,

And we will grow,

And as the seasons change,

I hope you know,

That for you it beats

on every day

On and off, on and off,

and only true,

When you are mine

in every way.

Sunsets and stars,

City lights and distant cars

A Universe teams,

Endless with dreams

My mind racing through

Only, only

Only with you.

"A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything."

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 04:15:33 -0500

“A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.”

- Irish Proverb (via mariposa-serendipia)

Truth Truth is that I’m makin good On mind over matter...

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 04:37:00 -0400

Truth

Truth is that I’m makin good

On mind over matter mood-makin

And truth

Truth is letting my light get shinin

Heart glow rapture makin me finding

My truth

Yeah and a little thing here and there

Found out that this isn’t fair

And those that don’t care

…But truth!

Truth is I’m growin to endless sky

And no sense in being senseless right

So growin with big passion makin might

Big ol raw real painful joyous lively fight

And that’s truth!

A little feelin growin up

And a big-time vision makin the cut

And makin pain a real big gain

makin it real for a bit

Then a while

Then

With light and joy-bringin livin,

Truth.

Your hearts on the loose A soulful voice gone astray Telling...

Sun, 07 Oct 2012 00:13:00 -0400

Your hearts on the loose

A soulful voice gone astray

Telling rich and ragged stories

Reminding you of older days

“In short time it’s been a long while

Of daylight hours and starry skies

With a flighty curious compass

And meandering memory lullabies”

So smile a little smile

A little knowing look

That says the distance you’ve come

And all the steps it took.

Weary and worn

In a wild undone place

You’ll be weary and worn

In your gently breathing face

So smile a little smile

For a defenseless place in thought

Where a moment you lived

Is living on

in a distant place you’re not.

A belief I always share and encourage. Backpacking through South...

Mon, 10 Sep 2012 09:53:07 -0400

A belief I always share and encourage. Backpacking through South America this summer was further life-altering validation of this line of thinking.

”..nothing so liberalizes a man and expands the kindly instincts that nature put in him as travel and contact with many kinds of people.” - Mark Twain