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.

warrior attitude

He is open minded, patient, positive, flexible, and friendly.

She is intuitive and creative with empathy, trust and respect. Money.

He paid.

They smiled.

He left protected by a white butterfly ringing a bell.

Music is the fuel.

Welcome to Planet Insane Asylum.

You are released on your own recognizance.

Create a new world. Ride a bike. Explore.

Life is the destination.

Warrior attitude.

Understanding by design.

Your story emerges from nothing. Discover a point of departure, a direction.

Mad ones sing with fools.

life is a dance

It's real freedom.

Freedom is knowing how big your cage is.

Freedom is having no choice.

Freedom from need or a need for freedom.

Free from others.

To many people depend on others. They manifest their feeling of loneliness with silent tears. They project their fear and defense mechanisms on others.

Where is meaning?

Meaning is MIA.

Where is the pure joy in being?

How or why isn't he talking? Where did his voice go?

Maybe it joined other voices waiting for articulation.

There's a big power in speechlessness.

Life is a dance.

The dancer and dance are one.

language animal

Mai's hearing evaluation.

Anthony from NZ came, he met, he talked, he promised, he took her out, he tried to seduce her, he failed, he left. Mai is resigned to her former life, massage and laundry scrubbing under the paternal gaze of her older sister who sits in perpetual admiration of her mirrored reflection.

How does her awareness and disappointment register in her POTENTIAL for unrealized dreams?

How does her silent resignation and understanding comprehend lost chance, all the complexity w/o expectations?

Even in the false dream of star rain they had to move a wooden toy pawn, the salad bar in silence welcomed cool air from a brown river, children pressed noses to a rolling window, laughing.

An archeologist skips through star puddles into 8th Century excavations.

Freedom sings stones, selling a Blue Pumpkin to a Cambodian land mine amputee w/o a left leg selling DVDs to fat tourists talking with their mouths full.

An Enfield rumbles in Pokhara spinning the Wheel of Time, rejoicing in miracles, small ones.

Sit in meditation.   

We do laundry by machine, said Language Animal.

3.8 billion years ago a black hole captured a star the size of our sun. It sucked the star into its empty mass. The star exploded the black hole. The escaping energy created, released streams of light we see today.

At that moment 20 raindrops trusted intuition.

To travel is to feel.

Indonesia asked you to return. Two years ago you said thank you. Goodbye to all that.

Orchids remember you.

The apple tree you planted at Gardenia is growing. Roots buried deep below blossoms lie fragrant with memory.

In and out dialogue.

Discover what speaks to you.