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She's evicted me from my life.' 'well did you really like it that much?'

About Me

Salutations to She..."You will make the crossing to the other shore. In meadows of appearance, you will skip and run, And fly and tilt in the immensity of space. Within the vast abyss of great primordial Wisdom, The essence of Great Bliss will well up like a lake, And deities and drops of light in ravishing display, And syllables and chains of light will shimmer and pulsate. With such experience of the Real thus strengthened, You will seize the stronghold of awareness reaching to its limit. All dissolves, exhausted, in the primal space, And thus it is that you will never stray from me."

My Blog

back on board

I read that the tendency for a water element dominant person is to take the shape of, and become, whatever vessel other people pour them into. And that the "task" so to speak of these beautiful water...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 11:44:00 GMT

baobab

I salsa danced with someone last night who has half hard and eager to let me know that. That is not a turn-on. 
Posted by on Sun, 29 Oct 2006 15:04:00 GMT

so it is

urban living is such that my neighbor vacuums at 1 a.m. while I lay listlessly in bed, aching with moon-time pain and muttering out declarations of love to paramahansa yogananda
Posted by on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 23:39:00 GMT

how she, what she

I want to tear thru the fabric of my waking humdrum-drone effort-contemplation, struggle-fixation, distraction-irritation, spaceout-subluxation dream. awaken: eat mouthfuls of luminous essencebreath...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 23:14:00 GMT

on heaven's door

the sign reads:"keep knockin'"
Posted by on Sun, 27 Aug 2006 01:17:00 GMT

yield

She is standing in front of you andyour busyness makes you blind."Your open love becomes bound to the outlines you hold:the outlines of your spouse, your country, your career.You become afraid of losi...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 23:18:00 GMT

sweet pain

(from 7/2005. unedited.)Nobody can tell us what we already know inside of ourselves as quiet personal truth.Here, I want to give you my deepest offering of lovebut in this room, a cubby corner full of...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 22:51:00 GMT

I love this one

Climbing the walls, waiting for the dam of another's love to break, my bromeliad belly flopped into the memories which lay in the hollows of the feminine moon spirit.
Posted by on Tue, 01 Aug 2006 15:47:00 GMT

I am talking to you.

Tell me what you are hiding.I don't want to hear about how you really believe deep insidethat you're the scum of the earth, or at least something akin to the dross on the bottom of the fishtank at you...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Jul 2006 00:15:00 GMT

admit it, would u?

The difference between riding a bike now vs when I was a kid is that now I ride down hills with the brakes on.
Posted by on Sat, 15 Jul 2006 00:42:00 GMT