buddhist all of you are

the Art of things:

one of the most difficult pursuits any artist may have is to find the beauty and creativity within those things they may despise or find little comfort in.  Beginning to spend time within the creative aperture of the artist soul can confound the most clairvoyant of all artists.  As we attempt to see we find that it is not only desire but strong willed determination to visualize beyond the substance.  Witness in the elements an effervescence that may have only been previously seen by the cosmos.  With this same notion comes the practice of finding the creative energies while involving oneself in tasks that are meaningless or painful or degrading.  Smiling from the ashes of depressive motions is almost all the spark it will take to free the flow of expression that carries with it harmonious and sonic impressions that will undoubtedly explode from your hands, lips, and tears.  Existing within your omnipresent creation for every notion, half-step, daydream, and passing fancy has as much ingenious creative volatility as your most harnessed pursuits. 

hammer on

gifts

We are given all matter of things as time moves our living vessels towards the next dimension.  Whether you believe we inherit such items or manifest them through subconscious longing, we are handed gifts.  That of love that is often fleeting sparking emotions that carry our minds to the next moment.  That of fear we hold closer than we should.  That of time.  Of all the gifts are the ones that we push aside for a greater get barely realizing it's impact till time has passed us by and we gather thoughts as our metabolisms slow.  The real gift is in the giving, the subtle sanctimonious purge of a fraction of our souls.  It's hard to imagine a life well lived without sharing.  In the ebb and flow the nuance of a kind moment where one is so immersed in the gravity of defeat or when realizing the impermanence of mortal longings with hand stretched towards a nother's heart holding out loving energy to lift an others spirit.  When it flows you flow to catch waves of impunity that elevate a dark heart or a sinister motivation.  So it goes with out notice but for the forsaken to be embraced once and for all as it sets out on a new moonbeam quietly captivating an untamed spirit for long enough to experience pure joy not to be taken for granted.  Reach beyond and live to fight another day with the fierceness of a bull and the love of a grandmother.

Dec.17,1996 Cantos (of the white soft) *Morning Meditations*

Silence like the catacombs deep Somewhere as innocence shrouded
let's dance towards winter solstice
our guts shocked mind blown & left in ashes
of solitude.
Gave away to a moment just
to sense nothing.
As intensely as our fears
and as forgiving as the
Morning Ragas so as not
past too much identity.
Here we lay still head first
and here we weep inside
for justice of the soul and
togetherness unlike any other but the same momentous cries
aloof bearing emotion like the
cascades or the fields from my
childhood where time has stood
still.

Born into it...

One for the ages and the serendipitous calamity of self annulment. Faint whispers on the nape that bellows softly the ageless chatter in the firestorm of the momentary mind. A far crawl across landscapes of disintegration within the ferocious nihilism of selfish purity. Far be it for us to not truly grasp at straws of contemplation when the only real desire is hope. Take it from the being of rough flesh that exists to love ones own life and craft. Creation. Within the stillness of Vincents slumber, and dancing on the twinkle in Samantha's smiling eyes I am. Whole.

From the root to the fruit

Sit still quietly for 15 minutes...

Sardonic and Smooth

Convulsive laughter ending in death:

Grappled with the tawdry mind of an 18 year old's first day at the beach, finding myself
denoting all that is weak in the spirit and frying it like so much stale spam. The lust of
a green banana; contains all the goodness but not yet ripe, damn. Gorgeous smiles abound
during all of the festivities and yet the struggle ensues carried towards dawn without a single
solitary frost bit nipped idea entwined in the grace of a child's giggle. So much is lost in the moments of serendipity maliciously self indulgent and idealistic with money on the mind and
pretending to be self deprecating meanwhile planning a great disaster for the so many with so little. Giants fight planting the seed of dissimile to better the bank erstwhile killing those who actually plant the seeds to their freedom. So far has it gotten and so strange that it will, pray those who don't and those who will reach down for that little bit of moxy and fight the dinosaur
proxy with no soul, latent in self preservation without notion of true wisdom. The sanctity of the caffeinated soul that bursts with the pleasure of a single beauty standing solemn and honest.
Lets not pretend it's hazy fool.

Drive till its satori...peace on this night.
amen

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Soulstice Pressure Cooker

The moon draws closed the mind with still quiet and cold wind pushing
branches creaking the ice. Far be it for me to exist quietly with the nonsense
machine humming with the effervescence of human stool. Without the wheel
greased we crawl desperately for notoriety and not solitude. Dawning of a gray
monster cloud with all the dreams of children ready to burst a spirited rain despite
the frigid world. It is not only the pursuit of childishness but to embody the blind
passion and swim in the warmth of freedom and energy. Not to slow the aging but to
exist in the memory of chastity posthaste. Never underestimate the greatness of naps.
Never underestimate the speed of solitude raging across the pavements of the rust belt.
Deteriorating piety but the body laments in a bitter and challenged bloodletting that
baptizes into a new day.

Today's post is dedicated to working men and women who have given years to thankless
companies who subsequently squandered a rust belt inheritance that should provide for
millions of people for generations. The united states of America is undergoing a hysterectomy
so lets drink to the doomed generation. God speed.
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