Greetings,
Summer's here and the time is write for dancing in the street. Hanoi style. You can't photograph a memory. The Ministry of Obfuscation welcomes you with open arms. I am an accident that can think. Celebrate your imagination.
Metta.
Greetings,
Wind and water. And then she ran across the stream of broken stones. She drew in her book. Mind maps, star maps, life maps. She dreamed of new beginnings, new futures. Harmony. Balance.
This dream incorporated all her past present and future dreams. It was a simple village dream where a fan methodically played circular logic inside a rhythm of the saints, this blend of light, color, dancing children and escape from the tyranny of mystery inside and outside space.
Dancing ink. A well worn page of laughter on a hot, humid overcast afternoon in Amnesia. Amnesia is a chain of 17,000 chained green islands surrounded by clear blue sea. Life underneath.
Tartaros - Chaos. Primordial darkness. Cosmos birth. Gaia - Earth. Eros - Love.
The voice of water played forever. Be a rag and bone merchant of your heart-mind.
Metta.
Greetings,
I'm ok. It's the world that's in a mess.
People here love to look back. It is a passion. It is a genetic molecule of fear, doubt and uncertainty. Perhaps also just a plain childish innocent curiosity of wanting the past, needing.
Yes. Focus on needs, not wants. Needs manifesting their desire. A desire for a ghost. We are all passing through.
They look back to see if they see, yes, in their vivid reptilian imagination a ghost. Their ghost. A ghost from a family, friend, lost. Looking for clues at their personal ground zero.
They've arrived from distant galaxies. Java man was discovered here 40,000 years ago.
So it figures, accepting an evolutionary premise, their DNA star chart continues its genetic dance today.
I live in talking monkey zones. They eat rice. They drink water. They wash one set of clothing and hang it out to dry on poles. They burn down the forest. They harvest brooms. Their shamans bring rain. Tropical downpours allow people the luxury to wash cars.
They use their faint star energy to look, not really seeing, behind them wondering, all the wondering.
Food is cheap here. Medicine and education is expensive. This has nothing to do with simians. It has nothing to do with the two women sitting in a dark warung neighborhood food joint. The warung faces a tall cinder block wall. Chickens, goats and cats prowl, peck and forage through garbage and dreams.
One woman sits quietly in a deep meditation. Her friend parts her hair gently, looking for minute insects, cleaning her scalp. They take turns cleaning and inspecting. This genetic behavior is being repeated in zoos, jungles, and rain forests. Chattering oral story tellers play the gamelan, pounding out 40,000 year old tunes.
Healing the people with music.
Males wash their little toy machines. They study the accumulated grime under long yellow curling fingernails. They play chess along the road waiting for passengers. Some visit the warung to chat up the girls or eat spicy rice mixed with tofu, chicken, veggies, green chillies and deep fried snacks.
Here's one man building a brave new world. Forging new futures with a patriotic purpose. An assessment on process in a data based star cluster.
Metta.
My name is Captain Dan. I was an interpreter at MAC V during the Vietnam War. I sail out of Hoi An.
Greetings,
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Metta.
Greetings,
Speaking of Earth day and all the planting, reaping and enjoying a bountiful harvest here's a line from a recent NYT piece about the civil disturbance in Bangkok. In context. Down below where it says MORE...
Like more affordable food, clean water, opportunity, health care, fair wages, education, and so forth.
Dancing go-go- girls in the red light district have not been affected. Check your piece at the door.
It has been reported, via movement sensors they dance a little faster as explosions scatter metal, debris and death outside the neon splashed venues. The DJ simply turns the music up a decibel level drowning out the yelling and screaming of red shirts, yellow shirts, polo shirts, ambulances, innocent victims and bass driven hip-hop tick tock.
Red shirts represent the poor people. Yellow shirts represent the middle class.
"Poverty and corruption has absolutely nothing whatsoever to say or do about this issue," said B.S. Sympathy, a well respected scion of foreign banking firms, investment and real estate development companies. She spoke from her heavily fortified villa in an undisclosed location while eating caviar, drinking champagne and petting twin poodles named Lucky and Fortunate. "Let them eat cake."
The Department of Tourism said this will have no effect on:
a) tourists desperate to get out
b) tourists desperate to get in
Ships from England are now standing by in Bangkok sewage canals to evacuate nationals.
"....But taken together, they suggest a campaign by shadowy elements in Thailand to stir fear and create a sense of instability." more...
It's highly plausible to insert the country of your choice in the aforementioned sentence rather than Thailand. You have roughly 170 choices. Start with the letter A and work toward Z, say, Algeria, Afghanistan, Burma any central Asian country, China, and so on.
Metta.
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