grains of rice

Clean clear cold foggy dawn.

5 a.m. is shawl shadowed on a blank deserted street.

You walk in a glimmer of silence.

Smell cooking smoke. Yellow fire flames on a corner. The woman from last year.

She has a long partial memory.

Her wok oil bubbles in cast iron bowl above forested wood, glimmering bright yellow caresses orange.

Heat. Ritual of fire is repeated from mountainous Phongsali in the north to the south.

Fire & wood.

Before sunlight beams orange silent monks walk single file.

They greet worshipers offering grains of rice.

Dreamlike apparitions follow daily step by step along a path whispering their eyes seeing fire.

No attachment in this transitory visual blessing.

music muse

A word mercenary is free and roaming.
Roaming changes may apply.
Smiling is a virus.
Intuitive improvisation is a sign of genius.
Slowing down is the name. Exploring is the game.
Vientiane airport. A man pushes an empty wheelchair across airport tarmac.
Boarding pass woman does eyeliner.
The modern stainless steel global glass hair port design hasn't reached Vientiane time warp.
Laughter is the Beauty.
Transitions are radiant and clear.
One life, no plan, many adventures.
Intention. Mindfulness. Impermanence.
Ancient stories.
Music is the muse feeling alive on the ground in Luang Prabang.

Clean air, excellent light, brown scared rocks, elevations, green rolling hills, deep valleys and long visions.

wisdom mind of intent

November spills blue industrial ink

Next to attention deficit disorder

All of 10 seconds down dances dirty.

Write short, fast, deadly.

Ikat designs on silk drape well.

Non listeners living their abject cause and effect seek meaning with suffering and loss, accepting no responsibility.

Milling Around, a fine art, embraces kindness and compassion. 

The final conversation of a Cambodian is, Goodbye, good luck to you and your family.

The end.

Learning how to pay attention at a private elementary school in Vientiane. Love.

Listening. Heart-mind wisdom.

Wisdom mind of intent, not the emotion mind of fire & water.

Flame your life.

The joy of sharing, motivating human potential. BE specific.

All the letting go with pure heart-mind wisdom.

Balance b/t compassion and wisdom.

Sentimental vs cold heart.

Sharing laughter, visions, stories, ideas, dreams, instinct and imagination. 

go slow

How slow can you go?

Walking at the speed of a camel.

Designing charcoal elements of crisp fire

Infants screaming at talking head women drives young ones crazy

In out in out their tongues banging like pistons on a desultory 125cc engine

Propelled by virgins returning home with their unblemished shy dignity intact.

One woman fans skewers buffalo meat to a crisp.

A grandmother suffering from diabetes Type II cradles an infant. 

Shuddering wedding photos are frozen on a wall. It never turns out like people imagine.

They breed, work and get slaughtered.

They trade hands and hearts.

She skewers another hypnotic form of laughter to preserve her ugh, ugh conversation.

Fat lost European tourists waddle past.

With an accusatory tone men get smashed on beer Lao.

A mechanic hammers one sharp line of description vs mundane observation.

the long now

Events, characters, setting, impressions. Energies and frequencies.

Remember Coco speaking in Fujian, China? She watched all the university students walk past the old village people. "They are all peasants."

Years later the rich Chinese man in Laos served you fresh green Fujian tea at the Luang Prabang guesthouse. "Children are tools," he said. He had two. They arrived in a Raging Rover using GPS.

Discernment with sensitivity.

Engaged by a stimulus. Disengaged from a stimulus.

Truth-Force.

Signal-Noise

High season in V. Perfect for drawing twilight as scooters mumble putt putt exhausted fear based laughter succumbing to circumstance. Yoke said a verb is a condition. Her insight was victorious. Word got back that all but three 8th grade students were caught cheating on their Lao exams. No surprise there. Delight in the sly, cunning attitude.

On 10 November determination chopped ice, shifting passive years, gears and fears into a zonal transparency of blank eyes. Is-land tourists became localized stimuli wandering blank.

It's a meaningful coincidence.

We are literary outlaws.

Explanation is a well dressed mistake.

The long now.

We connect the dots forward. Play an infinite game of chess.

Checkmate, said Death.

Content vs form.

Existence precedes essence.