December 12th, 2006
Words written in a cave by the sea at Shimoda
life, reverbs, i am asleep, but here
no, floating nirvana
so lost in the crowds of a tunnel
notes casade, over and over, like the drops of a sweet waterfall
through heaven, into the ope and waiting eyes of the visionaries.
awake, dear children! this is the moment for your learning
so far, so far, you’ve come to recieve this, and now is the time when it will be given in generous helpings.
awash, awash, sweet lover.
I sat in the sand, huddled between the legs of smoking buddhas, while you drifted among the currents.
so fresh, so fresh, at last I was bathed in starlight
no, oh yes, reach into the places of me so often hidden, reach in and let them unlock all the doors I’ve shut around my self. you must have broguht me here for this purpose, for there really is no other.
then comes the echo, then comes the burning spirits to visit each tongue and mind with the fire of understanding. then we wait in waiting and stretch long unused muscles in eager anticipation of the union.
stretch, extend and release, deep in swirling fogs. there all things left hidden, will be found.
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sweet life, saggy eyes. hello long road snaking through these hills.
somewhere beyond the stream of bleary incadescent lights a mind awaoke from an hour of fitful sleep and found its way into the passenger seat of my journey home.
talking about rent and picnics in the park, yawning with the grit of a night in a tent and gazing at the ocean, elbow deep in the sands left golden by mindful souls.
the rain broke and the fog burned off, but I was left nestled deep amidst a purple sea of experiences caught on the edge of my conscience.
an acoustic guitar and a soft voice, the middle seat and a cooler of spent bacchany; something tight was loosened to make me strong.
