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,

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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