manscream

you know how i know humans are doomed?

 (i wake up most days from dreams comfortable and in gratitude,  gratitude requires practice.)

because even they don't use consideration in the kitchen at work putting their dishes away nicely.

which is pretty fucking depressing, since i have offspring.

the flip side is, whatever.

tonight, man scream. not urgent. no cops to be called.

peaceful on 21st street.

what happens when i sit on the yoga mat

crosslegged.

humility.

gratitude for this body. these eyes behind these eyes.

that's it for the mission update. monday, memorial day.

day 60 ish

neighbor said hey what happened to that cactus flower?

she was pretty sure someone yanked it and put it in their garden box around the corner.

and my keys are sticky.

moon is almost half again, sweet moon.

and the other day this dog looked at me like it knew me.

hear this not sticky keys.

your bare feet are on the soft earth, your eyes are closed

your body is healed, your spirit softens and guides you, holding you, smiling. you are well, you are whole. you are amazing, infinite love.

the moon is an eyelash. witness.


because music makes you feel no pain

haikus for car alarms

the judgemental mind
(what other mind is there?) says,
'your kind will die out.'

'someday, when we choose,
or evolve to seek only
potent measures: quiet.'

satanic verses

we are creatures of air, our roots in dreams and clouds, reborn in flight, goodbye.

i related to this character's romantic farewell

wild geese!

really. they flew over this morning. early.
and the white vans. move em up a little, reverse, up, back.

Wild Geese, Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.

Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.