There is creation and only creation. Creation the only rule and the destruction of creation yet another creation. As erasing is part of drawing. There is hunting, but hunting is for feeding, which is for creation. There is the out, out outward motion of expansion. That pattern dominates all, whether it’s organization of matter into …
Why is the squirrel not named wise in the fables like the owl? He twitches and rushes. He hunts vegetable nuts to save and hoard. He chitters about with a cranky bark. His tail flashes with nervousness. His eyes bug out as if in a panic. He plays silly games with the other animals. But …
Those that worship the soft morning opening triumph over the narrative of madness that gets played over and over again. Those that always see light gain true advantage of attitude over the hordes who wake with strife and wanting. Those that feed the flowers see each and every bloom. Those. Those. Those.
And the dream marks everywhere.Balloons and jet fighters.Explosions all around.The large and small of the universe demands attention.F-22s blow weather balloons out of the sky. But what of the internal patterns?Punish the self ever so slightly.Every so subtly.Deny it flesh.Make it the monk.Deny it the hedonism of riches.Feed it poisons and uppers and downers,and call …
At dawn today, an absurd little insect scampered south on a vinyl floor made to look like French oak. Way back when, the moon, like it always had, said wake up. The full moon a hundred times reflected on a half rolled up Chevy El Camino window. One true moon grinning full gray, blue and …
