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. 

SEND IN THE HARLEQUINS

Dancing June kicked up her heels

inside the gentle rhythm of Cambodia

one day is 24 hours plus 24 hours minus a departure tax

Cambodia feels younger than Nepal

New dimensional shift in cosmic consciousness - youth.

Fewer humans, seasons, environmental sky, less than mathematically serene density.

SEND IN THE HARLEQUINS

Caress a spinal chord with a tongue/release arousal. Stimulation.

Beauty has no memory.

Calm.

Intuitive.

Serene.

Non-attachment.  

16 kick boxers attack mangoes

chop ice while shifting gears after school in the wind

six-month old cradled infants wail at the hospital for a blue placebo pill

oven fired waffles scrap a boy

pedaling his bike seeking recycled trash before wicker baskets say hello

spare change searches for user value

collecting cardboard images in a squall

red ink meets onion paper at an intersection

whispering secrets without speaking sparrows

Transform

Tibetan energies. Joy. Laughter.

This joy - new beginning - transformation.

Empty/full.

At this very moment  they look and leave.

Abstract metaphorical language.

Non-attachment.

Ink whispers secrets of silent mystery.

Where life is discovered in a desperate situation.

Balancing precariously.

Young boys stare at a scriptor.

The blind lead the blind.

Everything is Under Construction at the Source.

The vast self.

Existential awareness.

Cessation of sensation and perception.

It's a walking meditation.

 

love is a blind whore

Do you remember what you said when you were dying? Yes, I said a lot of things like, I  almost wish it were true...and fate played a joke on me.

Laughter is a design.

Once upon a rainy day in Cambodia, Whisper paid attention to sensations.

Whisper paid Now.

Whisper is Now. Not Later.

A heavy deluge increased the density of murmurs.

Ideal idea voices meditated.

Voices heard rain bouncing off recycled Asian war PSP sheets in sheets.

Steady yellow Agent Orange rain hijacked a life jacket.

He shuddered with the sensation that an entire life had ended that day.

Another unpredictable life was beginning.

Inside thematic variations.

Echo recalled speaking memory hastening a chill dance.

Cinema expression without wasting ink.

Gestures of silence washed clothes by hand.

Family loss. Personal joy. Simple pleasures.

Mirrors, weight scale, madness of blind whore called love jumping over the abyss.

Smell rain. Hear leaves rustle.

Extraneous Motivation? Fear? Greed? Poverty? Gratitude? Kindness? Love?

Luminous essence

Tourists find, travelers discover.

A dreamer with controlled imagination.

SLOW CHILDREN...words, lightning bolts - blue butterfly, white sky, green flowers, red leaves, songs of invisibility, piano shadow.

How do you spell loss?

What I called "memory" contained and entire world.

A blind painter paints from memory. A blind writer. A blind poet.

The 6th painted words of yellow laughter.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

A little voice.

a - the old monk friend in the shade reads to his 95-year old blind sleeping friend resting/dreaming in a hammock

b - the crying wailing infant gets a job as a siren on an emergency vehicle.

All an illusion of a mirage - "the soul filled with silence, an abyss in which the whole world disappears beneath the pressure of a single thought, memory, look."

Meaning and sense: meaning shows itself at once, direct, literal, explicit, enclosed in itself.

Sense cannot stay still radiating out in directions that divide and subdivide. The sense of every word is like a star hurling spring tides out into space, cosmic winds, magnetic perturbations, afflictions.

What does it mean to be human?

How did I grow?

What is the ultimate reality of nature?

Welcome to the freak show.

I am someone else - Rimbaud

Dancing in the ecstasy of divine madness.

Science: systematic observation, precise measurement, disciplined testing. (quantifiable statistics)

Photography: facts, subtleties, nuances...

Outer light = luminous essence, the energy of all things through the inner eye in mind. Before form is essence. After essence is clear light. In light we dissolve into our primordial nature, touching all things across time and space. These are the truths which makes us human and divine.

The world is complex and meaningless.

Hyohakusha - "one who moves without direction." Basho.

Conversations with a ghost and ghost-to-be.