"The sexiest thing is trust" - Tori Amos

FAR AWAY IN THE HEAVENLY ABODE OF THE GREAT GOD INDRA, THERE IS A WONDERFUL NET WHICH HAS BEEN HUNG BY SOME CUNNING ARTIFICER IN SUCH A MANNER THAT IT STRETCHES OUT INDEFINITELY IN ALL DIRECTIONS. IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE EXTRAVAGANT TASTES OF DEITIES, THE ARTIFICER HAS HUNG A SINGLE GLITTERING JEWEL AT THE NET'S EVERY NODE, AND SINCE THE NET ITSELF IS INFINITE IN DIMENSION, THE JEWELS ARE INFINITE IN NUMBER. THERE HANG THE JEWELS, GLITTERING LIKE STARS OF THE FIRST MAGNITUDE, A WONDERFUL SIGHT TO BEHOLD. IF WE NOW ARBITRARILY SELECT ONE OF THESE JEWELS FOR INSPECTION AND LOOK CLOSELY AT IT, WE WILL DISCOVER THAT IN ITS POLISHED SURFACE THERE ARE REFLECTED ALL THE OTHER JEWELS IN THE NET, INFINITE IN NUMBER. NOT ONLY THAT, BUT EACH OF THE JEWELS REFLECTED IN THIS ONE JEWEL IS ALSO REFLECTING ALL THE OTHER JEWELS, SO THAT THE PROCESS OF REFLECTION IS INFINITE

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"Like wind chimes in the breeze, the sounds evoked tell more about the instrument than the wind” - Ron Kurtz

"By allowing yourself the space to be as you are, you discover a self-existing sanity that lies deeper than thought or feeling. For many of us this may be the hardest path of all – opening our hearts to ourselves" - John Welwood

"Instead of the armadillo's shell or the porcupine's quills, we grow ego defenses." - John Welwood

"Remember no one can make you feel inferior without your consent." —Eleanor Roosevelt

Perfect passion, awkwardly
I stumbled on your marble stair
and bled of my devotion.

Perfect stumble, humbly
I scraped this losing faith
into these knees
that stung upon the promise.

And though I fall,
the path pulls me to it;
so I'll crawl upon my love,
slowly sensing its smoothness.

zen room
tea for two
framed with green bamboo
clacking

auditory illusions
chase away spirits

unmeddled

you are everything to me
you make me small, like a seed
that told the tree
i am yet

The sky is painted with sound
in a hushing river show
green dance, manifesting mantra
the sky is a stained glass choir
of earth's affection

The mother's song is chanting
for the trees that breathe from her
The body's song is chanting
for the streams that bathe through her
The lover's song is chanting
for the heavens that gave her limits
to love, to transcend

The waves of serenity
rise up
The waters of myth
rise up
to chime the cold

new moon
you are Desire
cast out your absence
sickle moon
you are perfection
changing
quarter moon
you are promise
pregnant moon
you are ominous
full moon
you are the excess
of fulfillment
spilling into loss
waning moon
you are pain
disintegrating
into death’s release
the dark womb
of absence
is desire
perfection
promise
ominous
excess
loss
pain
release
into absence
my desire

A chorus of sunflowers
applaud
their god’s finale

impossible distance
you are a hell of the impossibility of the given
i repeat impossibility
given

passionate distance
the mountains will not answer
but your wholeness echos, in my echo
you are not alone
your question rings through my valleys
I repeat you

I stand here in the open window air newborn into a world of chilled pains on flushed cheeks dancing my death for I am too small a container for the tears
of an overjoyed mother as she cries on my cheeks
so I cuddle up in love's sweet smell to the pattering rain

gasoline fairies
delicately waft lighter fluid
aftersmells
fumes of perfumes
of glow in the dark
spock obliques
unlike fireflies
purple cheeks
green lips
and misquito incisors
kissing ignition sparks
into reving
purring
hums

automotive
dilly dally