Brett
Tribal Branchings
!! Gypsy Musicians,
*Gulf Islands, British Columbia, Canada*,
*Salt Spring Island, BC, Canada*,
@ricardO's,
artful exploration of the limerick,
B.C. rainbow family tribe,
BC Canada Reggae scene!,
Beat Poetry,
Big Island Love,
Bodhisattvas,
ChakraTribe,
CREATIVE WRITING,
Faeries & Fools,
haiku,
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Hornby the Island,
Jack Kerouac,
Jahwake,
Jazz Manouche,
Kauai,
KOOTS ROOTS,
mo fire,
nelson/kootenay,
Open Verse Haiku,
Poetic Display of Whatever,
Republik of East Van,
SacredGeometry,
Shamanism,
Sound Healing,
the art of hitchhiking,
Victoria BC,
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Absurdity
"Let's break out of the horrible shell of wisdom and throw oursleves
Family
you say you want a revolution, well..
...I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountians to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures...
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I strive to be the universe.. all things here and now, unfolding as a spring blossom to taste the sweet air and fall in the breeze being swept away into mother's soil.... where I brew into the sweet nectar of the greens.
When I seemed to wake into this being the sun was mothering the constellation of the Crabba, her cousin the goat rising on my horizon and moon shining bright as a smiling Lion, whilst Venus bathed in the shores with sun. The Maya named it the day Ahau, the day of divine connection and light. Jose Arguelles later termed it a day of magicianship... the Jaguar.
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Directly out of the ocean... Jahwake. A new reggalution.
Thu, March 29, 2007 - 11:39 PM
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Hornby Islands Jahwake is getting dressed, cause we got some work to do. High vibes and conscious lyrics. Ive just added some new photo's from Jahwake live @ the Gorge, Cortes Island. Join the tribal family... tribes.tribe.net/jahwake# 8 of us in a veggie bus that ran some of the time. 
Last night we had an OPen mic here on hornby.
Fri, March 9, 2007 - 12:41 PM
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Open-mics bewilder me. we come to share and party, and still I step in front of the microphone and feel that feeling of being watched.. like a small jury judging me as someone other than them. I don't like this.. maybe it's just my feelings of self judgment, but audiences are intimidating and altering to a performance sometimes. there are good audiences... but they aren't audiences, they are comrades sharing an experience of now. I'm rarel... read more 
ok, heres some raw thought. leave your judgment behind. discussion would be nice.
Fri, March 9, 2007 - 11:25 AM
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wholly intent on praising the yin, I ponder. I am intent on gathering and celebrating; in honour of the spirit of wemoon. It seems just that women would like to gather and celebrate together without any men. I honour this but part of me asks why? why is there still this sepereration? why is it that some women deny men? why is it that we heavy one side of the scale because of what has been. Women ... read more 
The sage never has a mind of his own;
Fri, March 2, 2007 - 2:03 PM
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He considers the minds of the common people to be his mind. Treat well those who are good, Also treat well those who are not good; thus goodness is attained. Be sincere to those who are sincere, Also be sincere to those who are in sincere; thus is sincerity attained. The sage is self-affacing in his dealings with all under heaven, and bemuddles his mind for the sake of all under heaven. The common people al rivet their... read more 
hanging the sky, she illuminates mastery.
Thu, February 1, 2007 - 11:05 PM
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she is piercing the fog moreso than he. he has not shone the day for many, and she takes the night. he is here, and she will shine their light wetness close to that of oceans permeating; how to discern air form water? in her fullness she calls; beckoning and bringing belonging; pulling children of water I hear something. the belches of sea lions. no, something else.... it is my breath. the rtythm...... the feel of breath in my ha... read more
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