Everything woke up dead this morning. I’ve been sad too long to be sad or mad. I just want to understand why, And try to wake up alive tomorrow. There but for grace go I. The snake who chased and ate three mice got caught in the knotted plastic fence tangled with Vinca surrounding the […]Read More Today I am thanking a Snake.
Search For Infinity On this eyelash she walks across a delicate new web suspended by a thread in the ancient design of time. the spaciousness of patience, the stillness of eternity, the fullness of emptiness, the answer in the question, the light within sound resonance, the seed within a tree reaching to the starry sky, Seeing […]Read More Dream Catcher… I Never Believed
It’s a gorgeous Sunday, the last day of the Harmony Festival. Allan is thinking of going without me. He thinks sitting in front of computers like we do everyday is a bad idea this Sunday. He longs for a quality connection with friends he might only see once a year at Harmony. Celeste is dancing […]Read More Harmony in June
The circle of thoughts that fill my head each day as I rejoin the waking world could all join hands and circle the world and the moon nine times, so of course I can only capture a very few of them here in the first light of morning. Yet I want to remember, so I […]Read More Whirlwind Wheel of Fortune
Death of a friend is always sad news. Maybe a little more remote after such a long time, but it does give me a chance to reminisce. Such kids we were then. I still feel like the same person who walked or rode bikes past Hack’s house to school, and hung out during some of […]Read More Hack, the first to go, as far as I know. In memory.
SNAP. One moment you’re hunting ungulates on the plains of Africa, and the next moment you’re hurling a gold terbium superconducting stellar device toward Alpha Centauri with all of mankind aboard in virtual space being run as a simulation in circuitry. It’s just first the one thing, then the other thing… but this history which lasts […]Read More That’s SOOOOO 2 minutes ago.
I sometimes wonder, are my thoughts fantasies or premonitions? Do they create reality or do I simply report from a time yet to come to an audience who has no idea we are going. Such are the reflections of a seed dreamer. Thinking poetically as I do, I am reminded that my sense of normal […]Read More Mutant from the Future