stayed clear of roots, cut them off when i was young enough to get scissors, to speak english like box cutters, like the switch blades dudes would butterfly from their backpocket for sheepskins, and .25cents...lemme borrow a dollar....here...take it...
...ran from home, hopping on the freight trains of americanas, coast to coast, bleeding my heart into plastic jars in mcdonald's, mixed with rum, when i was old enough...
...drown...in the drown, i swung my arms, gulping, and coming up, gulping and coming up, till the green-water sanitation that appeared in crisp clean nikes straight out of cuss words and boxes, appeared clean, appeared cleaner than the pristine mango trees and immaculate jungle i hailed from...
...been running so fast, that i got into a spin, off axis, off the 23.5 degrees, off limits to laws of nature...
...here. back. this month, i ground in that which is Always, i come out of the hiding...come out of the hidden seminars i bury my face in, to know, just enough, to speak...but i already Know...and You, already Know...
...let go of information, detox, release, throw it up, and Recite...you Know the Word...
...this month, all praise-is-due-ing through this Surrender, this Ultimate Faith in what is possible, grounding in that which Is, and moving from this, working from this, building what i would build if i had a million, billion babylon presidents dead and green in my hands, to spend on dreams...
...keep the presidents...the value is in the One, in the movement from the One, in the doing dream from the One...the dream is community, is the offering, is the service...is the homeostasis, is the village, is Peace...from the Source of Peace...
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