the path to enlightenment

tender i am to this tear
in my heart,
knowing how presence will bring flowers to sprout from
the ignorance with which i respond to ignorance
and knowing that tearing and healing and salving and tearing again
is the kind of justice my spirit beckons

liberate the innocent
incarcerate oppression

i would loft anchors at the windows of the establishment
and scream fire to remind myself of love’s gentle combat

i would take axes and split the bones of dove-tailed monarchies

holding out their wings, i would make peace with the tornado makers
and ornately i would decorate the dervishes

in the almanac of spiritual guidance
there are passages to be recorded from these experiences
and held in hand for experiments in combustion

the mind with all its channels,
this gentle buzz in my heart
something tells me you will understand,
i know you understand.

all this panic about not connecting,
all these feelings of not being heard –
how silly. i can hear it myself.
it goes, beat, beat.

there’s madmen on the streets
a lot like you and me
there’s paupers in power
who’s hearts have gone sour

and all the while the trees,
i rub your hands, i touch your knees
when you bend for me you show me the flexibility to receive

it’s drizzling dew in february
my eyelids are dropping
subdued by faeries

angels of the time,
come to life now,

revolution

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between the trees
amongst the thistle
with due respect for the small and powerful
mushrooms and moss

under the light of the moon
with friend at side
the silence
and the hoot of an owl

amidst the stillness
we cracked the mini ice ponds
with thrown rocks dislodged from the frozen mud -
Kali at the helm.

last night how I gazed at Mars from my bed
tonight I gazed at her from the forest -
an assuring warmth the red planet so near,
its orbit greater than ours, like a kind, older sibling.

i believe
that cosmic space beings are using Mars
as their operative outpost
for an intervention mission on Earth.

Mars,
and the waterfall at the side of the road
are two of life’s many beautiful things,
its joy
precisely proportional to
the time we take to experience it.

i am no stranger to love,
yet each day brings new blessings
and in my heart I know
that the logging trucks, financial institutions and prison complexes

will dissolve at dawn.

extraterrestrials, nature, revolution

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Many many days of rain,
followed now by clear clear skies.
the night is frosty, and the mossy rock mossy.

Like a telepathic friend, the lone arbutus tree
understands my needs
and the grassy knoll doth nature’s virtue extoll.

Upon the emergence of the sun this week,
I set out with garden tools upon deer trail in my backyard,
and made a lovely walking path from the top of my cliff,
through the grove of fir trees, over the ferns,
amidst the old man’s beard (green zen),
switching back half-way down
over the orange leaf floor,
and into my large open yard.

On the far side of the yard, I have planted hedges
to shield my delicate sensibilities
from representations of rural suburbia.

My local gardener supplied me with California Lilac,
which will grow tall and hardy and make vibrant purple flowers.
The flowers in fact may be a little too pretty for me,
but the hummingbirds will love it,
and the deer won’t eat it.

On this full-moon night, to you my
spirit allies
the message I wish to deliver
is not about owning land or buying a house,
but about cultivating what we already have,
as I did with my trail,
nurturing nature and un-succumbing to the pave.

The walk through my trail in its entirety is three, maybe four, minutes long,
but if you stop in just the right places
you can make it last for hours.

Aside from the grassy knoll with its gracious view,
my favourite part is the grove of fir trees.
Large as these trees are, they don’t feel so large.
they feel like a really friendly family that gets along really well.
They seem to know that they will live a long and happy life,
and they treat me as an old friend when I drop by.

When I am in nature,
I meditate a great deal
on the absolute insignificance of success as it it defined in almost every way,
and the paltry purpose of progress as we’ve called it.

When viewed against the soft and silent woods,
these houses, cars, and computers
are specimens of hilarity,

and of all these anthro escapades, the moon could care less…
yet she continues… to illuminate the Night.

nature

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your mind is like a playground that i may enter through your eyes.

your lips are divine as god himself.

your hair is the woman of you. gold silk i stroke.

your neck is a place my lips love to travel.
i wish to land a kiss just therethat might be able to express my bliss just so.

when we play, you strip me of my dour edge.
you were quite right to demand a shift of my attitude
after i nearly decked the bouncer with a blow from behind my cape.

you have actualized my dreams of third eye communication
my aquarian sister, you’ve turned my speculative visions into earthen reality
already i care about you as if i have loved you for years,
and your pleasure is my happiness.

you are silly, sexy, sweet and so sublime
i must touch you, more, with my nose
with my cheek,
with my breath on your chest.

i must cry with you more, let you know how soft this heart is
i will hoist you and carry you into the wind.
i have a chariot made of eagle feathers and
the licks of puppy dogs.

at least once a summer,
i will lay with you in grassy fields
chewing on hay like a carefree country boy.

this joy that emerges through all these layers of armor

breaks open the words in an epic novel.
the truth has been spoken:

she came from Calgary
and she drugs me with tea blends at bedtime.

evolution, love

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syncopated applications of coincided crop formations.
lightships make serpents in the skies of mexico.

preparation is required — know your kundalini. let your heart and mind come into resonance.
it is easier if you remember that most of society is ego distraction.

especially, prepare for release
as entire knowledge systems will be discarded
and others will be fundamentally upgraded.

cumulatively, it is nothing short of total metamorphosis.

time will speed up and slow down, speed up and slow down. transformations happen in fractyllically intensifying moments, between which we have each other to consult. dance floor endoplasmic play, community dinners and camping ventures unite us.

look to The Shiraz near the Time for transdimensional portation blueprints. he has offered us his service as a translator. we were very impressed at first, then we lost faith in him, and now he is seems to have come online again.

visualize portals, even if you’re not quite sure what they are.

befriend the orbs, even if you’ve only seen them in pictures.

the details of the mythologies can be enlightening but also overwhelming, so stay centered in the heart while opening your mind.

avoid temptation to believe in The Far-Out simply to combat the mundane. reality is profoundly amazing and need not be hyped as such. Simply, open. Particularly in the next few years open the sixth chakra.
Sleep well and cuddle with love — she resides perpetually between your chin and your belly.

Kiss those that you love.
Hug those that you like.
Huddle with strangers.

Eat chocolate, fairly traded.
Respect Breatharians.

Remember Trey Arrow, who loves the fig tree.
Switch to alternative currency.

extraterrestrials, revolution

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fuck it all and fucking no regrets
i’ve cancelled all the love and all the bets
after we’ve separated the love from the glee
there’s just more pride fuck society

torture chambers blackened passages mark the way
the crops are dying and the kids are too dysfunctional to play
i see the west as masquerade
wonder what it would be like if they weren’t paid
by investments made in chinese murder monks and everyone’s a slave.

tell me it’s not getting worse.

god damn it.

tell me you think you’re making a bloody difference.
faith sometimes is the ultimate crockery.
we sound like priests… conflated by ego

there’s no way

there’s no way it’s so simple as choosing to be happy.

or making your own little wave.

that’s not what i call brave.

exterminating hearts and plucking minds
the bird has been defeathered and soaked in wine
and all the drunken carnivores
are crashing into windows that they think are doors

and hardwood floors are caked with chemicals.
trails are blazing in the sky. conspiracies are piling high.

here in tribe our female folk are yelling rape
have you ever studied the sociobiology of apes?

watched a doc today which showed chimp warfare
civilization sucks but neither’s nature kind nor fair.

compassion is like a coping mechanism and evolution is like some magic pill
when we all know we’re just desperately climbing hills.

we’re running to stand still.

darkness, revolution

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it is SO lovely,
beyond lovely,
to meet you in this moment
and love you in this moment
without expectation
or wanting

how, in not wanting, this moment blossoms,
our souls kiss,
ageless

but do understand,
that i DO want something
and if it feels like i’m grappling at times,
consider noticing it for what it is:

not an attempt to control you,
or change you,
or make boxes for the future.

it’s only because i want to spend more time with you.

i do not think it is un-Zen of me

to want to make more of these moments

it is not Desire, Lust nor Ego;

for, to love you is my Calling.

love

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i’m trying less and less for comprehensibility, and more and more for poetic flow.

essentially, as before, i let go.

but i’m embedding meaning for the gleaning
for the inspired type
the situation is blessed and the thoughts are ripe

these are lessons for your picking

requiring your committing
to the bliss that comes
in tiny packages, all attached to one string
like the birds that sing in the morning
to the hand of God.

lightness

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it is these trinkets of love that you send
in emails and in phone calls
which save me from the black hole
spinning voraciously a little to the side of my head,
threatening to suck my heart out.

self-love is a tricky matter
and frankly i welcome your love.
i would cuddle and/or huddle with you for hours on end
if not weeks, and if not moons,
if not forever.

your message to me is consistent and clear,
and my message to you is thus:

i would not be so challenged if i did not care so much
but i’d rather care and be challenged than not care.
i saw the masses downtown today,
celebrating Canada Day, and I was amazed that none of them seemed to recognize
the ludicrosity of their predicament.

oh I thank the Goddess that my soul is compassionate enough to suffer.

what i would like now is to gather with my Tribe
and mourn together.

does anyone know of any event producers that would be willing to take on a massive mourning ceremony?
it may be easier to draw people out than for a party,
for the need is great at this time,
whereas our will to celebrate is stretched a bit thin.

more immediately, and perhaps more intimately,
i want to put my heart against hers,
and feel their mutual beat.
to warm the air that surrounds us.

Love is still the answer.
Love is still the key.
Love is beautiful in its simplicity.

Every time you tell me you love me you heal my pain.

love

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i just saw a shooting star,

the first i’ve seen this year.

it blazed a long trail, its particles
dissolving in speckling flashes

its path vertical, nearly straight down
towards the earth

long journey that speck of cosmic dust
must have been on before crashing into the earth, huh?

like, thousands of years, isn’t it?

imagine if that speck of cosmic dust had consciousness!

i wonder what it would be thinking as it plunged towards its end.

as it is,

it dissolved into the atmosphere
and that timelessness which it carried

has dissolved unto here.

what a beautiful flash it was,
above the screen where I am watching for the first time,
The Dark Crystal.

how inspiring this story has grown as the movie has progressed.
the characters are truly hilarious
(love out to Jim Henson and Frank Oz)

and peculiarly, or should i say, particularly,
the magic of the moment
whilst whennest the star beamed from beyond my screen
was a scene, the only and first scene i have remembered seeing before;

and i recall it from, i believe, young adolescence. i remember the emotional experience it evoked in me then, as it does now. it aroused my deepest conviction to heart, particularly the connection the boy gelfling and the girl gelfling are making. and the scene in which they are lying by a stream and the boy gelfling’s head is comforted in the heart-bossom of the girl gelfling. the essence, the love, which i sometimes seek, comes to me, in moments like this, and whispers reminders of eternity.

oh what a beautiful movie,
and what a wickedly timeless way
to remind me,
shooting star.

such a burst of flash that it took me a second to realize what was happening

a wish? i wish for more wishes! shower us with cosmic dust! oh great powers that be, light up the sky and illuminate the night
let everyone see what brilliance is here already,
what deserves to be preserved,
and penetrate all the way through to the earth,
and strike the hearts of those who crack its skin
and fine forest fur.

that is my wish.

and now it it is time for me to return to my movie.

sweet dreams, mes amis

love, nature

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i want language to flow
like rivers abundant
i want to hear words spoken
gently

i want to feel the imagery in thought
and i want you to speak that to me

i want love and communication to be synonymous
language as a carrier

i want poetry free yet focussed
letters to transcend by

on beyond: i want to explore communicating in multiple modes concurrently
including, but not limited, to:

1. dance and conversation
2. barely-liminal political activation codes in widely-popular music
3. hand drumming within vocal conversations
4. the harmonizing of ectoplasmic fields (intentional dance)
5. giving melody to the righteous word

and then i want all of us to speak with each other through that point –
that point above where our eyebrows meet

and then again we will speak with our voices
and write with our hands
for the simple beauty of it.

evolution

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gratitude for the space, people, and music.

gratitude for the focus and determination of this culture

deep thanks to the people outside
when i went through my metamorphosis

and somehow stayed unscathed.

gratitude for the visuals and their unifying effect

gratitude for the splicey beats

and the centronix of sound

gratitude
for the couple who gifted me with herbal delights

gratitude for the masseuse, the crystal grid power station, the decoristas and the decor divine

oh, what a night when

kisses are made
only slightly surreptitiously

and a goddess blesses thee with 2 lbs of organic choloate.

how it is, how it is!
the Gaian principle and the cosmic sky.

evolution, extraterrestrials

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simply put:
the day has receeded
and the night has taken over like a swamp
with all this quicksand
ready to suck me in

and i marvel at the beauty
and curse at the gap
and we all know that i should know better
but i write the truth, the truth that goes zap

the window looks out to the sea
and the mountains and her majesty
but at night it’s only this screen’s glow
and the fire i made,
and the women that don’t know

what i don’t know either.

and each passing night
i sit by the window trying to catch a glimpse
of the cedar still light

and in the morn
i am re-born
having endured a sleep of countless convictions
ill-focussed
and no one noticed

as i slipped into obscurity,
these mad hound dogs
will shred my clothes but will not know me

it’s a cruel world so full of affection
it’s a loveless life when aimless the direction

and the stars said to me,
‘rise above, shiraz, rise above’

so i grabbed hold of one the corners of one of the stars
and pulled myself up

but it didn’t get me to where i needed to be.

oh dear tribe,
these are lonely times in shiraz’s day
and loneliness is an illusion of heart’s disarray

oh how many have you have got lost
impeding your spirit, acting cool at all costs?
only to realize late at night
that you’re all you’ve got, including your spite

oh these words are so non-sensical
i’ve got so much on my chest these days
i can hardly bare
and i feel like an artist’s turtle to society’s hare

madness descends upon this brain
this grey matter greyer than the bc rain

i’m out of theories, i’ve got no more to say
just these words to clear my way
and my heart has tried with all its might
i shifted to the left, then back to the right

in preparation for the final ascension
dementia i wonder or inter-dimension?

haha i’m just kidding there.
i laughed at my sister when they gave the carebear stare

and i chuckled at all her girly toys
and went outside to play with the boys

but in the end i came home sadder
the end being now, the now being fatter
than yesteryear when things were quite simple
and now though she might attract me with her dimple

like a vampire i fall at her feet
and beg of her if she has something to eat

these are needy times, i’m a needy guy
if you gave me a third, i’d eat the whole pie

repressed engaged for this silly fool
a donkey, an ass, a self-degrading mule

and please don’t take any of this seriously
it’s just me working out my shit
it’s me to me.

but you’re welcome to observe this half-inspired process
and welcome to comment on this wordy mess

anything at all for the circumspect.

darkness

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where went the zest?

i hear it in bits of the music
between the choruses
but not quite in the verse

where once you danced
now you droop like a willow tree

where went the joy
when you walked out into the street

did you forget why you were here?

have you run out of reasons
to make believe?

or is it your career that’s got you straight, shiraz?

is the price of equanimity no more bursts of ridiculous love?

perhaps you spent it all on women that never loved you back

or perhaps your passion was just blind adherence to the frivolousness of your emotion.

or maybe not.

possibly even that passion will return,

but until that day,

you are just an ordinary man.

and this is just an ordinary world.

and these are just ordinary times.

and this is just another blog entry

in just another subculture

and the love you’ve known already

is the most you’ll ever know.

not, of course, that you haven’t known a lot.

but have you known what you wanted to know?

what happened to the passion, old man?

too much time at the computer, perhaps?

goodness me.

i want to hear your voice again, lovely.
i like the sound of your heart.

and the beat that pulses beneath you
i feel at the base of my throat

oh god, what happened
to sarah gooding warming her hand under my t-shirt?
to jessie schram and her deep blonde intelligence?
to the love which lived at the end of my touch?

and where are they now?

where are you?

do you hear me, shiraz?

where are you?

darkness, love

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a thousand years younger
by the light of the stars

tonight

a million times calmer
insh’allah

should i be so lucky

among you

here in this procession from galaxy to super nova

the injured were healed tonight
by the sound of your voice

and i swear, your words,
are the finest flavour for my craving tongue

and your dance is like fire.

inspire.

laugh with me, loves
and i will giggle for you,

forever
and ever,

alhumdoillah!

amen.

love

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have you ever been so sure of something not knowing what it was?

have you ever given waves and hugs and kisses just because?

have you ever given up it to such an ex tent?

did you give with your heart’s intention when you let your heart vent?

did you watch the gracious motions of the flock of the doves?

was seeing flight what convinced you to live in love?

was money all that funny from the early parts of life?

was life then easier and now it’s turned to strife?

was the truth only told in whispers barely made?

was knowledge more bout listening then talking thru the day?

aaaand it’s funny how these trips through time do tell

that the life we want to live is a really easy sell

for should you view all the world against the brim of your hat,
your inspiration will choke and your fire will go flat

this … is … not a

world to be taken lightly like a pattern on the brain,

it’s the world from which your every cell came

ohhhhhh it’s liek that.

yalllllllllll it’s like that.

ya knowwwwwwww it’s like THAT!

lightness

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time has eroded the layers which separate me from my past

it may be called it the exposure of old wounds
but i would prefer to say, the return to where i am;

in this deep place, there is no struggle
even though there is pain

and that is the difference between where i was so many years ago and where i am now.

once where i struggled, now i accept.

my joy, in any case, is deeper than my circumstance.

i know now, my purpose is lived in every moment

and though i am as a prophet unfulfilled,
i am also as a god complete.

creator, upon high,

let wisdom guide my heart
through these ancient issues re-surfaced.

darkness, evolution, love

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the biggest challenges ever
are wrought within my mind

the rocks laid before me
come from behind

this emphasis to release and let go
is more than new age hype (you know)

we’ve challenged the status quo
and now the time is ripe

to challenge ourselves within
engage the intuition

let the battles fall afoul
the mind expands, the truth is now.

evolution, revolution

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watch it, don’t read it: video.google.ca/videoplay

Tongue

the chiddle chuddle of the chungling churning choo choo train chat
came chugga lugging o’er mateon dorning me a mackle hat.

put finger to brim and with sniggle and sim
re-arranged the potions of lingustical vat

leolizing empathizing me a motion veer vum
so came the diction of the upwoven sum

expanding ze brainz to meet da wizzain
evolution of soullular cellular start

dropping the memes which no longer serve
like flies upon petals logic unwerved

whomever took themselves so seriously?
i swear it wasn’t me, wasn’t me

roto tracktle clia macktle oh my goodness did you hear that?
spok’em mok’em stole the socks of the conceited brats
threw ‘em in the pool made ‘em swim
do you think spok’em mok’em was right, in the light, would you trust him?

now, mia monger, she was stronger than the whole pack of boys
when they ran at her so advanced canter untwiddled their toys

unrolling like string them balls landed at her feet
she stamped on them, camped on them, tha truth was replete

ma ma motion, pa pa potion, daughter of the storm
the son of the sun and the kids in the dorm

the digital, digital, digital DANG
reciprocal syplical trypical TANG

ooooooh me oh my, oh mung o BEAN
ooooooh hello pies, oh tongue o WEEN

comblatily spokadely spokumdely RUM
quickly go get me a crypto umBLUM

kia matrix space atrix ting rumpelly ROO
do you know what to do, do you know how I love you?

and that, my friends, is my signing word
love and linguistics spoken and heard

evolution, lightness

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constrictions, tensions, blockades in the flow
owies, cabowies, i’m trying to let go

fear is peppered in these parts of my heart
i’m trying to trust, i’m trying to trust

goose pimples sprinkled like golf ball dimples
this fear, this fear,
i try to erase

i can feel them now, regarding me as baggage
like in this dark zone i fear to grow old and haggard

like my truck breaking down on the highway road
from a prince unkissed i revert to a toad

so KISS ME my friends so that i may stay bright
and illuminate my worries in the still of the night

your love is not fodder for my struggle
but a gentle embrace, a much-needed huddle

if you see my weaknesses, please love me even more
because i need to share them with you, keep open the door

the passage of my fearful restrain
i’m finding involves considerable heart pain

but you know what’s the hardest part of this whole struggle and game?
it’s the thought that by sharing my struggle, your faith will wane.

but rather if you will when you see me in need
provision me with teacups and buttercups and throw me a lead

to the knowledge which inspires you and the vision you love
show me the heart of black-feathered dove

in these times i find that my ego is weakening
and my heart apparatus is slightly tweaking

at the loss of it all, the loss of the game
and yet despite it all, it remains the same:

love is forever, love is deep
love fills the day as love fills our sleep

though my heart is bruised
and the soul feels used

i commit to the path of forgiveness and faith
i commit to the path, i commit

and i know that my words are struggles as well
i know that despite my efforts of story to tell

that only some reach your ears
the way oft unclear

but i’m entrusting this process to transmute the valley
over the cobblestones and into the alley

i’m sharing my weakness as a matter of savvy
don’t you know? i’m learning to let go.

i’m asking for your soft hand to sooth my jitterbug heart
touch my fear with your finger, and the pain breaks apart

touch my fear with your tongue,

hug me for over one minute,

tell me it’s okay to cry.

accept my sorrow –

these things will help me move on.

i love you too, my friend, and i welcome your imperfections.
like the woman that crashed into my truck last night, reversed into it without knowing it was there.
it made me feel better

my closest connections these days are with light beings in need
the penguins huddle, the cosmic seed.

i know in proximity sometimes for a moment my energy may feel bad
i realize sometimes i’m a very unattractive lad

with outstretched arms, like a street beggar
i sometimes feel need, i sometimes feel need

and i know how pathetic the call of “love me!” can sound
but still at this point you’re around

reading my call, suspending my fall
supporting my base as my spine becomes tall

not to be underestimated, compassion for all
tthe tickle and trickle of love’s ancient call

darkness, evolution, love

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it makes me want to kick it to pieces
damn fucking right i’m frustrated

kiss my ass, you tease

please.

i say it straight –

i barely relate

to this goddamned nightmare
and why the fuck should anyone care?

clutch,
grab,
release

all this shit’s a fucking tease

i’d rather view life as misery,

and take it from there.

and where to now, really?

over the bridge and into the sea.

i killed my soul when i decided to love

the girl played games and gave me a shove

well shovel this you ungrateful turd

i hate this game, and that’s the word.

darkness, love

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illitical cremenshen
wittical dimension
suspended erretical apprehension
realaxational maximational

for;
newfound interaktshens
discarding de dollar distraktshens

-=the COllektive aWAKEhenning=-

many of us long ago embarck’ed on this journey — long, long embarck’ed
but NOW
iS TRUELY the TIME/thyme

the herbs have filled us as we’ve received (ReeeCscEEE;ved)

and now, filled with her bounty,
we bow our heads, of and in respect to SHE
mother glory, gaia wizzzzzDOM
(heR crystal ecscense is ouR soul)

so flows the feminine nurturance,
conviction to love

and then we have

you eff Ologoy
the dissolution of hegemony

observe the crop circles!
myth spawns in many shades, with an abundance of style, and with a keen appreciation for beauty.

and that my friends, is my true voice. and this is a true moment.

relaxxxxxx
the vortexxxxxt is heeeeear
to assist us

evolution, extraterrestrials

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our dance floor energy is cohering
our nerve endings, atuning

(on the dancefloor we)
first generate, then harness, airborne energy to
(transmit thought)

dance as
consciousness transference

adding to dance, concurrent speech, concurrent touch for intermodality

(generating)
intelligence and compassion.

Cast off not what i say as trivial,
these words should be taken as literal.

for the vibration we have raised demands perfection in every way

and only through our purification
can we pass through the pinhole.

Now is even a better time than yesterday
to take up your role as activator
and deepen your strategy for the awakening,

BRIDGE your Zen mind with these Western rituals.

Agent of change, your heart is emblazoned like a fire spinner

by the river

in clarity night.

Regarding the mechanix, consider that
when we upgrade computers, the data remains intact,
even as the very matter through which that data exists
transforms entirely.

(the organic operative meets the digital meme)

thus like colourful twisted wire
swathed in our newly-generated currency
we ignite our ends

upward mobility, it’s a 52,000-year plan.
With thanks to the Maya.

evolution, extraterrestrials

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the leaves are getting thicker on the ground,
making piles to play in.

they are a deep crimson-tinged yellow.

the air is cold and dry.

the night is clear tonight
and the sky is bespeckled with shooting stars.

their frequency is great, their brightness even greater.

one drew directly overhead, in the skyward distance, grand,
serene

another shot so near and so powerful
like a cosmic stun gun

one rained — fell fast
at the mention of heaven

and many more arced, in general agreement,
and expression of
the metta:verse.

with clarity and powerful voice,
sometimes sung and sometimes whispered,
nature communicates an intricate tale of
vast beauty,
profound sorrow,
and great love.

there is a notion in her breeze
which calls us to our higher selves,

beckoning every citizen of earth together
with a voice infinitely more powerful
than that of evil

we are at a party
all listening to a beautiful song
when ocassionally an inconsiderate drunkard named War is yelling out,
getting more attention than he deserves.

next to these stars, and next to these leaves
he seems so pathetic

but with my heart open and my mind aware,

the victims of war are but beside me
as conduits for my suffering
as i am for their bliss.

true peace i have found
by simply choosing it
by listening more to the music and less to the drunkard,

a peace which grows
as humanity evolves
beyond its
adolescence.

here’s to the kootenay autumn,
and to what beauty you have chosen to surround yourself with.

may we live in true bliss
at one with all.

nature, revolution

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i give thanks for this moment

i give thanks for food

i give thanks for the warmth

i give thanks for the dogs

i give thanks for the sun

i give thanks for the houseplants

i give thanks for the flying birds

i give thanks for the swaying elm trees

i give thanks for adventure

i give thanks for Rik

i give thanks for Sonja

i give thanks for Mary Jo

i give thanks for Diane

i give thanks for sarahmaya

i give thanks for Jesus

i give thanks for my mom

i give thanks for my dad

i give thanks for carmen

i give thanks for kosta

i give thanks for ancient greek mythology as told by mathias

i give thanks for my blood.

i give thanks for the path that i am blessed to travel upon

i give thanks for being invited to dinner tonight

i give thanks for the crackle of fire

i give thanks for the rustle of autumn leaves

i give thanks for my new purple truck.

i give thanks for ginger

i give thanks for mushrooms

i give thanks for marijuana

i give thanks for sipping tea with my friends

i give thanks for ecstatic commune.

i give thanks for progressive film

i give thanks for spicey music

i give thanks for digital enhancements

i give thanks for psychedelia

i give thanks for satire and humour

i give thanks for a good book.

i give thanks for the maya

i give thanks for the carnivorous cat that sits at the gates

of Eden.

i give thanks for the egyptians

i give thanks for the pleiadians

i give thanks for the sirians

i give thanks to Shiraz, the poet and my namesake

i give thanks to Rumi

i give thanks to Gibran for squeezing wisdom from the cloth of God and letting it drip on the pages of the Prophet.

i give thanks to Daniel and Brian

i give thanks to the friendly people at the party on Saturday night.

i give thanks to my grandparents

i give thanks to my ancestors

i give thanks to Prophet Muhammed (peace be upon him)

i give thanks to Muhammed’s wives.

i give thanks to feminism

i give thanks to femininity

i give thanks to the intellect

i give thanks to the body

i give thanks to the soul

i give thanks to the sky

i give thanks to the indigenous peoples of north america

finally, i give thanks to the colonialists, the dictators, the killers, and George Bush,

for doing at least what they thought was right

may they stand corrected.

may Love Prevail.

Amen

love

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this feeling in my heart –

so strong

i love you so much

you are a machine
buzzing gently in my chest

a pleasure vibration
of infinite inspiration

you are life itself –
a kernel of eternality

i feel you

in thoughts
in pictures
in smells

down this country road,
deep melancholy and joy
but no longing,
only thanks
and reverence

of what life can be
when allowed to be.

you,
i love you.
more than i can ever express
more, perhaps, than you will ever know.

i love you like i love crickets on a summer night
i love you like i love the moon

i love what i see on your face.
i love that humanness, i love that interplay of joy and struggle, and more joy,
that makes your eyes so.

together we are mortals,
with hearts of immortality –

so given to love.

love

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layers and layers and layers of life
many years lived
and many more still

as I get get older,
etchings on a karmic scale
wrinkles now, and a weathered face

my first grey chest hair
perfectly centered at my heart,
so said She.

She. How many have said to me
that She and me make a great couple

and this is true

and the grey hairs could grow to many
with Her

inside, though, a rebellious spirit:

i cannot settle
i will not settle
until i can settle
a score

which has everything to do with me,
and everything to do with a world
both personal and political
because i take revolution as seriously
as i take my personal evolution

i watch my grey hairs grow
and the wrinkles i don’t mind when they’re formed from my smile

but the aching muscles,
and the baggy eyes
like i’m turning 65 –
gotta let that go

for sure, time is moving fast and
i’m rather lost on this carousel.

anyone that tells me or acts like they aren’t lost,
as if they’ve got a grasp
generally appears to me to be either over-confident, or willfully ignorant,

or blindly ignorant, like a stock marketeer in 1929

so much over-confidence in this world,
that i find it funny when people find me meek
when in my mind, i’ve just met our maker
ahead of the others

and with this maker i’m making plans
working on the long-term vision
perhaps however at some cost to my youth,

cause it ain’t easy to hang with the reaper.

so what’s the formula again?
two parts wisdom one part youth?

i feel like an alchemist that created a new potion
self-administered at age 18 for testing purposes,
dosed myself up,
and i finally just finished peaking
you’re reading my observations

I’m Shiraz S. Thomson

in 6 years i’ll write the conclusion.
just at the end of this merry illusion.

see you there, my love, see you there!

evolution, love, revolution

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ayahuasca found me,

bolivian stylez

i wanted to sing songs for the ayahuasca plants, happy cheery songs.
i wanted to write poems about ayahuasca.

for now, a blog entry

the do:sage was low (less fortunately)
but oh so healing

embedded as the experience was,
in an ancient ritualized context

i felt so extremely grateful to be there,

to be here.

i learned of myself,

and felt my own pain,
allowed it to be,

and now, a sort of tingling at upper resonances in my heart.

healing, re:membering, re:exploring
smiling at my own inner-femininity

invoking the goddess within me.

the ceremony did not take me for a trip per se — rather, it enabled
me to bring my awareness, acutely, to different areas of my experience
in this life. my mind ceased operating according to program and began
operating in accordance with my soul. i still feel kinda silly using
the word ‘healing’, but come to think about it — that’s what i did. my
poor lil’ heart couldnt’a been happier!

blessings to you on this day

evolution, nature

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i will offer my lips to you,
venerate your body with kiss,
receive your soul

…as a starting point.

then, i will make promises that i will keep

i will love you forever
if you were mine.

love

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with withering hopes they succumbed to the governing nation
ruled by dictators with souls unstationed
and just when it seemed humanity was set to die
emerged a silver disc, appeareth in sky

the government panicked and the people did flee
the military fired missiles so contemptuously
but the disc so swiftly averted the death gun
and eventually the people ceased to run

finally they beheld the spinning glory
with shining beauty did surpass tabloid story
but the governors still fought for they felt the fear
of social equality, their kingdom in arrears

they embarked on largest ever PR campaign
through corporate media their voices strained:
“aliens have come to kill us all,
so fight for your country” — such was their gall.

the greedy masters, unsuccessful were they
the people more conscious saw the light of day
and approached the disc with arms open wide
“save us,” they said, “we will not hide.”

and at that moment, the disc shot down a beam
and to the people like salvation it seemed
so naturally they walked towards the light
their hopes by now exceeding their fright

the first person that touched the beam was a prophet-musician
who had made in his life ethereal compositions
when he touched the beam he was carried up and in
the people cheered and marched forward with grins

but before even the second person was transported
the grand plan was seemingly aborted
the musician was beamed back down holding in his hand
a musical instrument from another land

he started to play it and the people were enthralled
the children laughed and the adults bawled
a beauty so great that even the elite
came out of their mansions and on to the street

the man sang “time is relative, i’ve been gone for ages
i’ve kissed the cheeks of extra-terrestrial sages
and thus i have learned to play this new song
through music now to right our wrongs”

when eventually a more skeptical fellow
yelled, “what’s going on here?! HELL O!”
the musician’s face showed a compassionate smile
and he said “we won’t be going up for quite a while.

to mother, to Gaia, now return to seed
save us, they won’t, but show us our greed.
for only if we love one another
can we live in peace as sisters and brothers.”

extraterrestrials, lightness

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la lune
synchronic embryonic atuner
offers quiet lessons
collective reflexions

13 moons on the annum
time to stuff the cranium
download the ancient calendrix

applying new tyme systems
new sounds and new rhymes

with the third eye flexed
the terrain’s more complex
yet the path ever clearer

as the day draws nearer

on a clear night
and through the clouds alike,
the moon.

evolution, nature

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over-worded
underscored
bits and bytes are
making me bored

my mind has swallowed
my peace within
my intention’s crumbling
like a drunkard on gin

how i drank away my sorrows
and smoked out my pain
standing idly
in the pouring rain

transcendental matters
where i once did believe
appear now like capsules
from drug-dealer sleeves

and love apparently
the crowning glory
watered down now
by hollywood story

dispossesed of
meaningful angle
creative pursuits
effectively strangled

sure i can jump and
dance with glee
in fact it’s quite easy to
make people love me

but harder yet
to stay inspired
to stay where i am
and not get tired

perhaps i overspent
my faith
at summer parties
kneeling at heaven’s gates

and now i’m dealing
with the aftermath
a bloody world
and undefined path

i’ve said it before
and now again
inspiration is the key
so give me ten

somewhere in this dark
hole in my head
silver-tinged wisdom
refined from the lead

when i feel no inspire
when malfunction the soul
when shorted the wire
when i’m feeling real old

give me ten of them
- inspiration keys -
none of the bullshit
none of the glee

none of the ridiculous
tribal pride
like nationalist fervour
forced to take sides

but god my buddy
set me up one-on-one
jah my love
show me the sun

darkness

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you knew it from the start,
like the patterns in the stars –
these are tests for the heart.

and though the day of judgement
is frought with misunderstanding
it rings a truth eternal:

the heart that beats in your stride
an attempt to heal, to open wide
this is love greater than pride

indeed that day will come
where you lay down your sword and bow to One
and let your sorrows come undone

these are tests for the heart
and when your Will feels torn apart
let your mind restart

(indeed it’s time for us)
to reboot the situation
if this world is any indication

and while it’s true we’ve gotten somewhere
it’s safe to say we’ve yet to bear
the scent of the purest air

these are tests for the heart, indeed
a growing love, a growing need.

this is our journey into truth
living love and tasting fruit
to learn that struggle is moot

and suddenly, what will appear –
is that the scape of God so near?
come to judge or set us clear?

oh my glory, lord have mercy
i tried my best, i’ve fought the worst
and here i am in nature’s herse

i’ve known it from the start my friend
the lord to guide me, my soul to tend
with this truth, i know no end.

evolution

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i was at the voting booth today.

i saw my friends there.

it gave me hope.

hope much greater than
election outcomes marred by
systemic shortcomings
of brutalized nations
on the verge of
collapse.

i felt a call from within.

i hate the word ‘vote’
in shambles, images burnt into my mind:
signs, screaming, desperation, complacency.

but i biked up that long hill
with two flat tires
and cast my ballot.

on the way down the hill
i thought about my old friend Jaggi
who was on the CBC National the other night
arguing against voting in the federal election.

and the irony of course is
his commentary on national television
is a powerful exercise in democracy itself
for which i do respect my old friend.

this is the synthesis:

when an informed critical pespective bursts onto
mainstream middle-class televisions
encouraging people to re-evaluate the legitimacy of the electoral system

whilst my friends,
artists and believers
strategic conceivers
finally show up at the booths
in the practice of democracy

for this is what it was meant to be:
a collective manifestation
a scape for culture crafting.

let us take the reigns of this political beast
and re-inject it with the artist’s touch
dig into our pallettes, bust out the brush
and paint what it looks like
when beauty runs the world.

revolution

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sick, i am.
of tirades against my person
ego grievances of others
called a problem of mine.

disgusted, i am.
with workforce fallacies
capitalistic disingenuity
and tribal resurrections of outdated systems of selfishness

angry, i am.
with disinformation spread
by agencies of power, that hover
like machine gun helicopters over
my resistance outpost

positioned, i am
at the edge of a continent
with a will of resistance
and an elastic smile
that will snap if stretched
by the polarity of love-hate

tried, i am
of extending confidence
and stretching courtesy
beyond the realm
of my natural self

you — reader,
lover in a dangerous time.
let us put our bombs together
and explode the world

so that we may then
walk her beaches
ride her rainbows
travel this turtle

at the end of time

darkness

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