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Thursday
Sep242015

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

Sunday
Sep202015

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.

 

Saturday
Sep192015

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?

Thursday
Sep172015

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.

Friday
Sep042015

street photography

He wandered with Leica and Nikon tools.

Visual experiments.

Shoot through things.

Breathe and squeeze.

Smile and sit still.

Patience. 

Dance around your subject.

Focus on spectators at an event.

Move like a ninja.

Geometry.

Spontaneity.

Hunt and trap.

Embrace extreme situations.

Be an invisible non-shadow.