Wednesday, May 21, 2025

origami folds itself

origami folds itself into tiny cranes. 

i write words on them, and they fly away. 

i don't generally pray, but i've got one that's been right beneath the surface for most of my life. so then discipline. i feel like thom yorke right now. 

nothing surprising, from this mix up of the pacific ocean, nasturtiums and trash. 






Thursday, September 1, 2016

dream series, raman/a, teacher dying right before our eyes

it's strange having a new kind of dream. witness, we see, the old man stands at a distance before us, facing us, and [decides to die ]

his body fades, greys, almost as if burning, darkening, a strange special effect.

later i'm reminded of a friend i've lost touch with, named after a teacher.

so, then banks. contrast, and mood. hormones and spider stories, and a spaciousness, effortless, still sad, still beautiful.

everything is still beautiful.



Sunday, August 28, 2016

microdosing, my love is peace

my love is peace.
my love is peace.
my love is peace.

an exercise in imagination.

as if...

and then what happened?

the empty box.

pee wee hermaneutics. - montouri, 2015

Monday, August 8, 2016

guys, guys

bow to this life

surrender

life comes through you. let it. let it go. you are love. all is healed

Sunday, August 7, 2016

who am i

i am sensory awareness

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

love does

this thing about expanding itself

at first i thought perhaps i had to change or control or hide or constrain my care for people 
to make room for the one who holds my heart
but, going instinctually i find that the more i love and cherish my people, the more my heart grows

and the more i love and cherish my people, the more they love and cherish me back

so that's pretty wow

and

also, furthermore, in consequence... dot dot dot colon i dont know if splaining the consequence is necessary here. i just like words that indicate there is something more

Saturday, July 30, 2016

in other words

from the love

i feel like i inhabit you
when i find you in the bed in the morning
i feel your heart beating
the curl of your lip
how it contains galaxies 
and wonder
this sweetness
that infuses everything
like a drop of omnipotent wine spilled in an ocean


cuba

cuba

.

we are creatures of air, our roots in dreams and clouds, reborn in flight.