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the quality of our perceptions determines the quality of our judgement. our judgement determines how we interact with the world. how we interact with the world changes the world. so, the quality of our perceptions changes the world.

----the warm-up from the badest of badasses:

Be a string, water, to my guitar,
Conquerors come, conquerors go...

It's getting hard to remember my face in the mirrors.
Be memory for me
So I can see what I've lost.

Who am I after these paths of exodus?
I own a boulder that bears my name
On a tall bluff overlooking what has come to an end.
Seven hundred years escort me beyond the city walls.
Time turns around in vain to save
my past from a moment that gives birth
to the history of my exile
in others and in myself.

Be a string, water, to my guitar.
Conquerors come, conquerors go...
Heading south as nations decompose
on the compost of change.

I know who I was yesterday,
But who will I be tomorrow
Under the Atlantic flags of Columbus?


In which Andalusia did I meet my end?
Here, in this place?
Or there?

I know I've died, leaving behind what is
Best of what is mine in this place: my past.

I've got nothing left but my guitar.
Be a string, water, to my guitar…

----

Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't be touched.

Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.

Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.

The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.

I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.

The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.

---some of mine, below:

I've found a city
Founded on an ocean of kindness
The dust has dried away the tears
And has left only peace here
It is so counter to what we have
In civilization
That it makes me wonder
Why not all of us can see it-
The beauty that lies within.
It is not higher consciousness
That drives this, nor innocence,
Only simplicity-
The wave of an ocean
Of human kindness, but shared
And open to all, in pure humility.
It is a world within a world.
Home.

----

i found serenity,
in one breath, for one breath.
in it,
i touched eternity.
or rather,
i became it.

----

Aspire to flee
Up or far below
Afar from anything that beckons
The warm cocoon and the milk of madness

Aspire to become solitude,
An unsurpassed being
In a universe where stars trespass
Their own, grounded celestial conduits

Aspire to bloom
Into a vessel of light
That carries in it
A shelter of its own mortality

Aspire to be transparent,
Atom to atom, dream to dream
Undone
To purity even far supreme

Aspire to be everything and nothing
And all that lies in between
The rain and the vapor,
Intertwined

Remember Aristotle:
“Magnificence,” he said.

-----

Fucking hippies,
They've outwitted all the rest of us
They've found
What all of us are looking for,
And more.
A cup of tea
A smile on the face of a stranger
Vegetables.
Perhaps it is I that have changed
My sensibilities,
But it is here that I feel most at home
If I had known this
I would have journeyed years ago
And maintained my peaceful silence,
But inside a new skin
With a different texture
I breathe this
And it is clear, primal
And fundamentally,
All too human.
Fucking hippies,
I love 'em.

----

I feel immortal:
money in pocket
reading bukowski
while eating sushi at the airport
I try to emulate him, the man.
I burned the symbol of my love
yesterday, at the temple burn,
and it felt indifferent.
but everybody seems to notice me now-
perhaps it is the cowboy hat,
or my one-month-old beard,
or the two platefulls of sushi
I just ate
(it was good).
I do not know,
but I think I will:
switch places,
switch beers,
switch lives
and, most likely,
overeat in the process.
travelling is fun
when you feel immortal,
and I almost don't think
of her anymore.
congratulations are in order.
but let's finish this fucking beer first.

----

It was a feeling of total peace,
Stitting there at dawn
I was able to help a friend,
Forget my complications
We rose and fell at the same time
And it was incredibly beautiful
I prayed to the sun
To infuse us
With endless serenity,
To welcome us as sons
In the chapel of our hearts,
And those of others:
it happened.
And she no longer mattered,
Nothing else did,
But the moment in the mountains,
At the dawn of a new life-
a new awakening,
a new beginning,
and maybe even a new end.

There, we kissed infinity
and it kissed back
with passion made of stars.

----

Responsibility is a funny thing
It has a lot to do with expectations:

And I've found that even the most
random things
end in disaster
when those are involved.

So, it is
a two-sided sword.

But dull.

Recourse to the curse
Upon which those who desire to,
Pin us.

Responsibility: to love,
to care,
to mow the fucking lawn.

I'm really starting to think that
it is not my thing.