Tuesday, September 30, 2014

dead OG angels, golden light, trash day

tupac: unconditional love
sunrise: witness, gratitude
every day is trash day: what do you throw away that still has beauty in it?

a friend told me to stop making nice of everything ;)

nah. not what i feel purposed to do here.



Sunday, September 28, 2014

what is your general sense?

am i going to enjoy you?

the air is fresh. it is night. cars in the distance. focus on what you love.

like music, like laughter, like movement, like freedom, like laurie anderson lyrics to walking and falling:
I wanted you. And I was looking for you. But I couldn't find you. I wanted you. And I was looking for you all day. But I couldn't find you. I couldn't find you. You're walking. And you don't always realize it, but you're always falling. With each step you fall forward slightly. And then catch yourself from falling. Over and over, you're falling. And then catching yourself from falling. And this is how you can be walking and falling at the same time. 

Friday, September 26, 2014

workin' shit out in dreams

some of us are dreamers; i prefer to think all of us are dreamers, like i prefer to believe that all of us can learn to cook nutritious meals; but some of us identify with being dreamers.

last night i worked out some serious shit. anger. injustice. violence.

upon waking, gratitude. i have this current dilemma that is dissolving out of choice coupled with active letting go.  easier to say than to do. will power. allowance. acceptance, celebration even.  keep on moving and keep it flowing and keep dreaming and keep loving, and don't forget forgiving.

the street was again fragrant with tree scents, moisture.  air is clear.

neighbors morning routines, busy. fresh. news radio discussing the history of trade and currency: its roots in government paying soldiers, then creeping down into what is now the psychology of colonization.

on the music side we had depeche mode- i just can't get enough, lyle lovett -i married her just because she looked like you, bryan ferry/roxy music cover of smoke gets in your eyes, and prototype, by outkast.  also on music/video side wanna give a shout out to the theme from dirty dancing: gotta hand it to patrick swayze- that dude can dance. the boy was watching that new girl show with zoe dechannel or whatever and she loves that scene. it made me laugh.

was inspired to add car alarm sounds as background to one of my favorite soundcloud musician's tracks- one of the cool things about collaborating with other artists is that we feed each other.

and freewillastrology is pretty fucking good this week. love ya.

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Thursday, September 25, 2014

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

spacious

spacious.
expansive.
unfolding.
pure.
clear.
when we reflect that when we die it was only the experience we had every day that meant anything, it's like a huge simultaneous release and acceptance. laughter. push/pull. letting go and allowing. humility: knowing that we are responsible for our own participation in the world, our own minds, with relationship to everyone and everything.
no street noise today. misty morning. found another swisher sweet wrapper all beautified with morning due.  not sure about airstrikes. jewish holiday; new moon in libra; equinox.
time to learn another language.

even if love were not what i wanted

Sunday, September 21, 2014

i need a pen

it's just soooo rich
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One more.

Every time a multidimensional starhuman makes a conscious choice to experience an uplifted thought, a high frequency vibration of joy, gratitude or appreciation, there is a shift in the entire matrix of humanity. Every time.
Every time that a multidimensional starhuman stretches to be more compassionate, more understanding, more authentic there is a shift in the entire matrix of humanity. Every time.


Wednesday, September 17, 2014

glue and innocence, and mopeds

what is the relation between the first two? (don't bother with the mopeds- that's just part of the sound chronicle.)
let's compare.
again, mary poppins, chrissy hindes.
again, tide, bombs.
love bombs? yarn bombs? landmines?
my pick, two then one, acceptance only of three cuz i chose a long time ago to believe resistance is futile.
security, privacy.
entitlement, fear, curiosity, trust, control, wonder.

i should have panicked more (see time and prayer july 24) it was 44 days. she had left.
we had left with her.

today it is someone's birthday, a remembering, celebration.


Monday, September 8, 2014

home

asked the nigerian cab driver where he lives now; east bay.
home is where the heart is, i wanted to say.  home is where the cars rev up, repark, where the place you sit is in the morning, watching the people walk by. we can slow down and watch our breath, 'cause we can breathe today. we get to be in healhy bodies today. use our own hands to lift food into our mouths. smile with the people around us.
check out this documentary: inside out, about JR's street art around the world. who are we? some of us, holy shit, don't know where our food is coming from. so we cover the pain not with morphine but with cheap alcohol. gratitude. witness.
http://www.insideoutproject.net
one of those old guys on andover told me he's been through two heartbreaks in his life- one, by a woman, and the other, hunger.
i've had one major heart break and a series of rather entertaining romantic ones. but you have to feel to live.
wordsworth said something about the most important things one can do are our umremembered acts of kindness and expressions of love.
and einstein, you can either live like nothing is a miracle, or like everything is a miracle.