Experiment

Create like a god, order like a king, work like a slave

Work like you don’t need the money

Love like your heart’s never been broken

Dance like nobody’s looking

I am a short story

You are a novel

 Her Zen like awareness

Stoic serene

Shamanic wisdom seeks wisdom

Wabi-sabi

Everything I do is an experiment

Create happy little accidents

There are no mistakes in art

Art is what everything else is not

Laughter medicine

Spill letters words phrases sentences

Chinese financed damns block flow

(One damn on the Nam Ou River north of Luang Prabang)

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Sell electricity to Thailand

Lights are on and nobody's home

Lao suffer land fish loss

Environmental damage, economic stress

Downstream in Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam

60 million people struggle to survive

Rapid spray...fresh air skin laughter

After she stopped crying

The lonely woman

Killed herself

Where is my face, said her mask

Eating her face

Waif on her own walks along Mekong

In a flow state

Bare structure angular momentum

Ballet dancer on point

Permanently poised

Dance energy sways hips

Shift down all the days walking a gentle rolling

Wu-Wei

    Live your story

Welcome to Earth

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Butterfly Shadow

Outside fog shrouded morning 4 a.m.

Sitting meditation Zen heart-mind

Engage senses

Talented person hits the targets others miss

Genius hits the target others cannot see

How you learn. How you feel.

How you grow

Wisdom of heart-mind

I used to be someone else. I traded him in. - Other

Writing in Mandalay, Burma

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Storyteller fragments imagination

Shadow of butterfly

Blue sky enjoys clear pronunciation

Intonation rising falling sounds

Language chunks

Spill shred synchronicity symbols

Learn. Play. Share.

Chess bishops develop long line of attack

Knights are unpredictable

Life is a chess game of experiences we get to play

River song butterflies

Moored on bank

Wake flow electric H2oh

Feeling mid-day sun

Gestures use us

Cloud song white air

Floating world

Up a lazy Mekong river

Turn the boat around

Huck said to Jim

Mark my words

If I had more time I’d make it shorter - Twain

Patterns

Elemental dance

Particles

Wheel of Time

Rainbow Earthman

Poet

Shaman

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Light Language

A few poetic words about Kampot morning

Energies

Frequencies

Transmissions

Cool fresh dawn breeze

Swift lets in kitchen prepare bird nest soup using saliva

Boys tear down wedding celebration immaterial

after food, conversations, songs, dance concert

celebrations in narrow park garden

red bunting where loud happiness

spills into a brown river below a green silent mountain

Funky second-hand shop discovers Burmese cheroot

aha flashback to Mandalay market purveyor of rolled leaves

Dancing possibilities at dawn

Delicious stream-of-consciousness

Be invisible little angel of light

Have mercy

Wushu meditation

Comedy

Chanting monks flame orange voices

Ageless Vietnamese woman pushes wheeled trash treasures

Her spine curves toward tomorrow’s promise

Mystery light

Sensation perception intuitive

Line

Shape

Shading

Discernment

Detachment

Calligraphy

Breath

Line pressure

Sign language

Songlines

Optical Delusions

Illusions of separateness

No time

No space

Singularity

Life adventures – plot is a character looking for an author

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Patience is your teacher
Show how you feel - spirited away
You speak every language
Nature is your teacher

You are nature
Nurture vs nature - play experiment

Walking makes the road - red dust, green trees, golden cat o' nine tails, breeze, yellow sun, blue sky, blue lake...mirror

Born to be real
I'd rather be real than right


Posture breath 

Paint with light
Bamboo tiger
Blind music
Golden weed fields yellow flowers green stems red dust

Musical language said, when you sit at a java/tea zone on the edge of the expansive traditional Banlung market,
open a notebook, remove a pen from a pocket,
unscrew the Mont Blanc mountain peak,
turn a page to spill linguistic symbols,
a Khmer man
maybe 40 sitting at the round metal table drinking energy liquid
stares at you with deep black eyes.
No expression. Black retina points.
Stranger in a strange land.

How does it feel to be on your own, with no direction home, like a rolling stone?

  Observing a stranger preparing to scribble.

One true sentence

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Laos

Music Cleans Ears

Focus on breathing
Shoulder bladed Saturday
Ice coffee

Fat white lost tourists
Hammer sings stones
Courageous sparrow discovers grains of rice

A bell rings dawn
Woman pedals coconuts
Past Europeans inside the universe bus

Verbal exchanges
No one listens BEING plugged into phones
Too poor to pay attention

Feathered dusk spreads wings composing melody
Kandinsky
Red, blue, yellow
Primary colors engage senses

Dust coffee rice
Home zone bamboo ice
Vocal chords

Language cultures
Eye-heart-hand shadow puppets

Music cleans ears
A professional stranger shows up

Among whisper smiles
Old man with bamboo staff coughs
Walks as voices decipher meaning’s intention

Plainclothes officer cleans glasses
With what they don’t know or understand
White paper

A girl loving geography
Lights four incense sticks with gratitude
Prays for good luck health and wealth

Dance now think later
Zen meditation
Line shape color

Burma, Laos, Cambodia - verbal and visual stories, imagination, love, play, dreams, intuition, instinct, preparation.

Luck and skill throw a party

Everyone is invited to the play

Banteay Srei renewal
Preah Khan, Ta Som, feeling mystery
1,001 years of passages, light - shadow
Magic

“I have walked through many lives some of them my own, and I am not who I was.” - Stanley Kunitz

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