The towering artifice of aloneness.

What you aren’t. (Happy?Fulfilled?)

What does it shine as? ✨pictures + feelings? 🖤 Rumbling story?

How long does it do so?

A frustrating game of pin the tail on the donkey.


Poor donkey.


✨Word now shines as a luminous force of creation-

a playground blossoms between us. ✨


The donkey was tied up- I didn’t know why, and in the realm of humans, neither of us were in social position to play liberator.

We would be together, sometimes- I brought snacks.

Little freedoms in pleasure of basic existence. Food, drink, companionship.

I may never know if he was as sad as I.

Dedicated to the donkey I met in San Pancho, 2017

while in the turmoil of domestic abuse.

Old Bones

Old Bones

Let it go
It’s old bone
Deep in the dirt
Slow nourishing
death 💀 history
Or dig it up
Cook it in a broth
If space and will are present
Either way
No thing does not
Feed everything else

Song: Bittersweet Cherry from Revolutionary Lullabies Vol. 1- TIME.

Care

How could care control?

Care would carry your weary weight on its own back

That which will seek control is not careful of the tender-hearted

That which seeks control is not care

Care rejoices in your success through the flat pancake of time

Care is careful

Of each footprint

Upon your heart

Care would not dream

Of impinging

Of taking what is not freely given

Care holds like infinite space

And acts like the finest artisan

when she sings…. the heavens melt.

Behold:Beheld

Be Whole

From one perspective, these are both flowers- same:same.  That’s where they meet.  

Yet  their differences spark delight and  lend wholeness to the picture.

In the unitary space of flowerhood lies an infinite potential for variation.

 It is the face of  the others that gives our transient luminosity form.

behold:beheld

Come.

all of you is welcome at my table

come

eat, drink, breath deeply

come

sit, be still, stand and be merry

or contrary.

come


you who conceive of knowledge as commodity

in a ruthless game of checkers

come


you to whom summary dismissals

and hasty

misapplication 

come with wolfish alacrity

come

all of you is welcome at my table

all of you is welcome at my table

come let’s talk.

all is welcome at the table.

come. come. 

please, come.

About

about this site:

This site is a place

where  songs and poems

that make the unfathomable journey

from the unknown ocean-

may bask in the light

that you are.

Dead Inside

New Demo. Keep going? It’s all midi which is technically dead inside. 💀 There is a punch line at the very end of this song- it’s a phrase someone told me that stuck with me as a good piece of advice on how to persevere while feeling dead inside. If you want to support me…

Sorin’s Theme

It was raining, and this song kept coming into mind, so I took some video.

Hope you get a good sense of the walk!  It was magic.

Behold: Beheld

From one perspective, these are both flowers- same:same.  

That’s where they meet.  

Yet  their differences spark delight and  lend wholeness to the picture.

In the unitary space of flowerhood lies an infinite potential for variation.  

It is the face of  the others that gives our transient luminosity form.   

behold:beheld

Mountain of Pride

Sitting high and blusterous 
Condemning things 
Idiot
Stupid
Pretence of unassailability
While failing to give any 
Thoughtful reason why

Beyond that- why should we listen to you? What credentials do you have in the rich experience field?
How dirty, really, are your hands?
Oh, you just read a gardening manual once.

We should listen to you, why?
Because you speak loudly?
With the force of a bully?

Communicate. 
At least Dumbo had huge ears.

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