Hobbling along, a boy described the song. Children followed. He is the poet.
Fairy tales - truth and wisdom.
The sentence finds a way to speak itself.
Writing is an adventure.
Hexagram #20. Examining. Washed but not offered. Confidence in discretion. What is w/o action.
A glimmer of clarity.
"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well poetry is just the ash." - Leonard Cohen
Kafka - Level of voice, the situation, the posture, the incident, the line.
Great writing is simple but not easy.
Blow / draw blues harp. Sing alive!
Wild deep pleasure w/supple friend
Massage to sweet O surrender, laugh, relay skin talk
Pleasure wisdom joy
"Those who love with heart and soul there is no separation - distance from a lover and from time, feeling, experience ... In your light, I learn how to live. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no one sees you, but I do and that sight becomes this art. Those who love only with eyes feel separation when they say goodbye." - Rumi
“Books are an ice axe to break the sea frozen inside us.” - Franz Kafka
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After a war everything is easy.
In 1969 he volunteered for the Army, left the world and flew over the pond to Nam. He walked out 364 days later with his shadow - a bag of bones.
He is a ghost driving a meat-covered skeleton made of stardust riding a rock floating through space.
Fear Nothing.
Transformed, he experienced free time in the long now.
This is what happened, more or less.
One of his names is Lucky Foot. What does that mean?
He elucidates in simple, clear, precise, concise English the language of savage barbarians.
It means, as an experience junky possessing genetic variant DRD4-R7 addicted to new adventures, he brings prosperity to merchants, rest-a-rant owners and nondescript sad, neglected, abandoned and emotionally well adjusted hot to trot red sheen women among humans struggling to survive life’s labyrinth without a center.
He gifts luck to money changers, manicure girls, beggars, banana women, landmine amputee survivors, ice and rice sellers, student-teachers, tinkers, tailors, soldiers, spies, textile merchants, weavers, artistic genius children, orphans, noodle mama, tea and java purveyors, gardeners, gravediggers, literary outlaws and craggy faced Dan, a boat captain in Hoi An who worked as an interpreter at MAC V during the Vietnam War.
Fate and destiny is the same thing.
If he grows up he dies.
Security is an illusion.
He presents good fortune to Rita, author of Ice Girl in Banlung, barbers cleaning his ears, high-heeled sandal ladies, love sock purveyors and rent-a-life companies.
HCE. Here comes everybody.
90% of life is showing up. When he shows up their day, life, fate and glittering fortunes improve. Karmic destiny.
Fate laughed with him in Morocco on 9/11. He was in the Sahara. He did not take possession of that event and perpetual aftermath. Fear sells.
Destiny danced with him on the is-land of Amnesia in Southeast Asia and exploring Turkey, China, Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos.
Before returning to Nam in 2009 he lived on a string of 15,000 archipelago islands between Malaysia and Papa New Genie gathering evidence about the human condition.
Each island is a letter. If you string letters together you create a word. This word depending on your imaginary perception of truth-value may or may not have meaning for you like Beauty - your true reflection in still water.
Beauty has no tongue.
A small journey expands life’s tapestry. He’s a needle without a compass. His needle leads a thread. Threads weave a conversation.
Move like a river, rest like a mirror, respond like an echo.
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How many more full moons will you see?
"Rejoice, go and remember me." - Sappho
"Photography provokes language, new discovery, abstract dream like qualities. Extraordinary - that's what I respond to." - Moriyama
"Find what you love and let it kill you."
"What a circus, we're all going to die - love each other - we don't. We are eaten by nothing."
"Some people never go crazy. What truely horrible lives they must lead." - Bukowski
"Flooded with image overload people don't feel much emotion any more ... overstimulation (C-19), people lose sensitivity & aesthetic judgement so they will not learn anything meaningful." - Ai Weiwei
Tell me about the village. It is a microcosm.
Simple happy people live, work, breed and die.
They know desire, anger and ignorance exists outside the village.
Inside they practice compassion and meditation. They love singing and dancing.
They cherish nature with beauty and respect.
They accept responsibility for their choices and actions with free will.
A free people they practice gratitude with an open heart-mind.
Kind and loving they walk to the pagoda or wat
daily to make offerings and receive blessings from the monks.
They sit in meditation together. Their calm heart-mind is a lotus blossom.
A monk rings a bell.
Echoes flow to the village and beyond. Frequencies and vibrations dance.
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