remember who you are

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reception
obsession
deception
depression
possession
ignition
transmission
transformation
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chestnut on the path
smooth in the palm worry stone seed
october treasure

the wolf is LOOSE
the dragon UNLEASHED
the mastodon STOMPS
across the icy wastes
can't get the sound LOUD enough
as my eardrums EXPLODE

sleep

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new york city photography by dave martinidez | “sleep”

To a Cat

Mirrors are not more wrapt in silences
nor the arriving dawn more secretive ;
you, in the moonlight, are that panther figure
which we can only spy at from a distance.
By the mysterious functioning of some
divine decree, we seek you out in vain ;
remoter than the Ganges or the sunset,
yours is the solitude, yours is the secret.
Your back allows the tentative caress
my hand extends. And you have condescended,
since that forever, now oblivion,
to take love from a flattering human hand.
you live in other time, lord of your realm -
a world as closed and separate as dream.

[minstrels] To a Cat -- Jorge Luis Borges

Deiryu (1895-1954) - "Treasure Ship"

"This painting would have been hung during the New Year's celebration as a Zen talisman for good luck in the coming year.

A particular charm of this painting is that because the ship is that carrying the treasure is coming straight towards the viewer, the good fortune is as well."

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color of blood is

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droozles 

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over my head i hear music in the air
over my head i hear music over my head
it's loud and clear
it's going to my head
music music i hear music
music i hear music music music oh! oh! oh! lord music over my head
i! i! i! hear it so clear
i! i! i! hear it so dear

i know i know i know i'm not crazy
it's going to my head
grandma used to sing
grandma used to sing
everynight while she was prayin'
over my head
over my head i hear music oh lord
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- king's x

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"Weak sun afternoon

yet Monday

not hurting."

Mt. Kailash, Tibet

"Zen practice in the midst of activity
is superior to that pursued within tranquillity."
Hakuin, 1688-1769

watching fish

tear myself down

10 times more of everything

water drops
brush leaf
noodle arms
some peace

may 18th 2005

when she left
i was looking the other way
it was wednesday and
already too late
standing on the north face
as the mountain blew out
and scoured away everything

on the phone she told me
that she loved me
for the last time

digging out now from the
nine pyroclastic flows of hell
only to find the
black sea underneath
i shouldn’t be alive
i shouldn’t be alive
i swim not knowing what is
below my feet

march 4th
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7am
tank light on
goldfish feed
like hungry hungry hippos
for me
a bowl on the countertop
fruity pebbles or kashi?
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Brain: an apparatus with which we think we think.
- Ambrose Bierce

Before the beginning of great brilliance and beauty there first must be a period of complete chaos.
- I-Ching


I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson


A day without sunshine is, you know, night.
- Shannon

haiku

churn
Originally uploaded by Jack Lord.

over our heads churn
cloud water delivery
drifting out of reach

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three stomp morning march
aeolus rips sol breathes
flickr light branches reach
body lost mind floats
complete circle around again
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Ganesh again

Ganesha - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
"He is the remover of obstacles, and as such it is normal to invoke him before the undertaking of any task with such incantations as Aum Shri Ganeshaya Namah (hail the name of Ganesha), or similar. Throughout India and the Hindu culture, Lord Ganesh is the first idol placed into any new home or abode."

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[august 2005]

renascent

renascent \rih-NAS-uhnt\, adjective:
.....Springing or rising again into being; showing renewed vigor

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water
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breathe
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drink
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kind of blue
kind of true
sky lit
from underneath
as sol
bends away


[image by me]

fromTomsPhotoblog

Across the Universe - John Lennon / The Beatles (1970)

Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe.
Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me.
Jai Guru De Va Om
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world.

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
That call me on and on across the universe,
Thoughts meander like a restless wind
Inside a letter box they
Tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe
Jai Guru De Va Om
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world.

Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringing
Through my open views inciting and inviting me.
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns,
It calls me on and on across the universe
Jai Guru De Va Om
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world.