spirit, dream series

i am spirit.

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this was a song that hasn't been produced. rap. trap.  friend of mine is inviting an oracle divination card art project. reverence. (sarcasm.) devotion. acceptance. vulnerability. what is time? time isn't holding us, time isn't after us. and yet we die. all i want to do is love.

lay your hands on me

desire is to peanut butter, as suffering is to arugula

amateur buddhism! doesn't even quite make sense. i prefer 'you got your peanut butter in my chocolate!'

but i digress. the whole thing is supposed to be about detachment. that desire is the root of suffering. which is why people breathe in groups. it's soothing, and it kind of reminds you that you are not this. in fact i really don't understand the whole peanut butter arugula metaphor. but it was meant to alleviate suffering, so.

and the song of the day, as a reminder, is
lighten up, by the beastie boys

what you won’t do for love

you tried everything and you won’t give up
#soul

basically, feed me

can someone just lay me down and drop a grape or two into my mouth? rub my calves with almond oil and peppermint? brush the lines on my brow. and kiss below my ears so gently. i'm tired. my mother isn't here. and i'm too old for my father to father me.

dreams, no dreams series

y’ever have those suggestive dreams that try to convince you that something or someone is in reality something it/they most likely is/are not? and did you ever act on it and regret it, later realizing that ‘it was just a dream?’ as if, dreams are only always metaphor. only, always.

have you ever practiced just feeling your body breathing, feeling the breath move in and down and up and out? it’s really rich. let’s try it. okay feel the breath expand the chest and belly, lower abdomen, and into the genital area. now exhale and imagine the breath rising up the spine and out the top of the head. i suspect it’s alright to switch directions. yeah i was listening to david deida. and, another book i have on the shelf about circular breathing. i think that’s what grown ups do.

dammit. rules.

rule #1. no breaking up in hot tubs.
rule #2. no dating poets.
rule #3. two drink maximum.
4. use your turn signals
5. do the right thing

and rule #6. do not make 99 problems and a bitch ain't one your theme song for dating.

the occasional chill

[title reference to the legalization of marijuana]

dreamed of a talked about piece of artwork called the sun. finally towards the end of the dream, this work showed itself: it was a moving triptych, vertical framed photographs that, like augmented reality, changed like a live sunset depending on which way you rotated the frames.

the other dreams have been lofty loverly hopeful flying and something about lizard children.

it's a new year soon. things end and begin here we are. still the most important things are free, and usually right in front of us. i think this is loneliness.