Hope is the greatest evil.
A myth. Power. Control.
Thoughts are shadows of our feelings - always dearer, emptier, and simpler.
Dreams, wishes, fears.
Dreams are repressed wishes.
Dreams are the royal road to the unconscious.
Living safely is dangerous.
Burmese bookshop.
Words escaped the tyranny of memory.
Singing, they expressed themselves dancing Beauty.
Resilient. Radiant. Clean. Pure. Luminous.
Words had a discussion.
They discussed choices. Cause and effect.
They negotiated a fine line.
SMILE- WE WILL HELP YOU PRACTICE
Do you feel my pain?
Animate and inanimate objects.
Mindfulness in the moment.
Blindness exchanged blue ink for a dark shade of forest green.
A hand-held dryer waved hot air over a recently shampooed head.
A mirror whispered secrets.
Elements of silence said farewell.
A series of eyes investigated decompression while swallowing fresh yogurt with peach slices near afternoon's languishing empty promises intent on discovering new, make it new day by day, make it new, explanations have to end somewhere.
Explanations are a well-dressed mistake.
In her village she threaded new beginnings as her loom waited for the pressure, the tightness between notes.
Feeling sunlight dress saliva beads blend a weave, texture, design. Hello Beauty.
Blindness danced on through late yellow faltering light penetrating bamboo leaves spreading themselves over banana baskets impaled on swinging posts. Literally.
Nearby, a quiet young girl watched the Vietnamese girl do her toenails. Cutting, trimming, lemon/lime soak, cuticles, clear before applying a silver-hued glossy glean.
Nail by nail.
In a Fujian, Chinese university classroom an angry undersexed, overworked teacher yelled, "the bent nail gets hammered down." - 80 comatose students understood her implication. Keep your mouth shut. Do not express your individuality and above all do not question authority.
Authority will SHAME you in public. They will execute your parents and burn down your house. They will exile you to a Reform-through-re-education work unit where you will haul shit for years and tears.
Blindness solved the mystery of sight, crying tears of silence.
A van of blank faced stupefied white Europeans trapped behind stained glass held their rampant desires and expectations on laps. Fidgeting as uncomfortable languages floated into inner ear canals.
Assaulting their long painful strides navigating tomorrow's promise.
Blindness resolved to practice the subtle art of Tai-chi with precision.
Movement.
A dance.
A watermelon. Circle, sever center.
Slowly push the edges out from the center.
The center cannot hold.
Whew, what a first week it was for my little existence, my little humanoid adventure. I began a new strange scary awkward weird and transforming evolutionary experience in two big human’s lives.
I begin at the beginning. It’s a start.
I fell out of my mom a female production company last week. Talk about letting go. She was big and fat and released me after pushing and pushing and she exhaled an infantile projection of freedom feeling her painful release and my pleasure with shock and awe as I came slathering, slipping through some universal ectoplasm fluid, like a gusher, whoosh, into millions of bright shining suns.
A crescendo of angels, luminous spirits, formless forms and shapes swirled like whirling Sufi dervishes in light waves and particles. Such splendor. My last nine months did little to prepare me or allow me to know anything.
I was born dead and slowly came to life.
My tiny black eyes welcomed light energy into my being. I am a galaxy.
Mesmerizing.
I am an Eagle nebula, a gathering of space dust melding, morphing into a solid state, a unified field theory. I am beside myself with wonder and delight. I joined seven billion in the stream of life.
Did you know that the world is made up of 98% helium and hydrogen?
The remaining atom particles are life and inside these atoms a very small part of that is intelligence.
The rest of the pyramid is garbage. Existence precedes essence.
What was your original face before your parents were born?
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