Mother Every season exists within, held by Mother, suspended in space. Space in which we freeze and melt, bloom, ripen and rot, in cycles eternal, sacred and unseen, here is the Mother. Her breast ties heart to stars and bones to breath. And in the cold heat of separation, pain bleeds freely. A limitless love, asks only that we stay close, till we return, to ourselves, to Mother.
An anti-capitalist rant by a momentarily...
As far as I can see, the economic dynamic governing this world, always requires more and more to be done with less and less. Our seasons are marked by crushing waves of pressure on the time and energy required to “keep up”, to produce enough, to remain financially viable, to maintain the levels of activity, visibility and momentum to keep the dollars flowing. The dollars which keep our heads...
So this is my new fav music site - tailored online radio streaming and really smart programming. Just search something you feel like listening too and the site will stream you a track from that artist - then start feeding through related sounds to keep you on vibe. Here’s what Pandora thought I would like after hitting “James Blake” into the search box… James Blake Radio To...
this world and the next
This is the world we have created for ourselves. A world where we can spend billions killing each other but can’t feed the poor. Where it is illegal to give money to the homeless. Where nature is illegal. Where we rape our planet of its resources in the name of the economy. Where we pay for school to work at jobs we hate to buy things we don’t need. Where knowledge is kept from the...
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I saw a man swaying on the tram tracks, his red rimmed eyes were soft wet swimming pools. Half closed to the sober world outside. Rush hour and the platform is full. Suits and hipsters jostling with passive aggressive urgency, Ignoring the uncomfortable potential for catastrophe. No one looks directly at him, staggering in that empty space on Collins St, iced tea bottle full of whiskey,...
I am working on my heart today, strengthening and stretching it. Flexing out my love so it can open wide forever, to a rushing, centered bliss, and then contain us there eternally, without me noticing at all. I am enchanted and devoted by a total, empty, fullness. Awash in a spacious paradox, warm and floating. Gratitude is sweeping out my chest, and then its not my chest at all, just a...
The Japanese word “kaizen” simply means “good change”, with no inherent meaning of either “continuous” or “philosophy” in Japanese dictionaries or in everyday use. The word refers to any improvement, one-time or continuous, large or small, in the same sense as the English word “improvement”
Out here, time loops through itself as destinies collapse, spitting me out on the foaming crest of a crumbling brainwave. You have withdrawn your master plan, retracted the offer, this contract is null and void. It seems, I have been unimagined. Out here, in the aftermath of consideration the horizon is vast and sparkling, and even on the peripheries, you are nowhere to be seen. Once I would...
The skies are swelling with pregnant humidity, we are waiting for the rain. Low pressure and a grey glare suffocates my senses with the deafening whisper… something is coming. En route to shelter I’m running late and counting the steps as I should. But then I stop. Sabotaging traffic lights with measured strides, offering silent surrender. Desirous and instinctive. With a meter to go, the...
Letter for a boy that I'd rather not take up my...
Hi my name is Lame Currently I am still young and talented enough to get away with being an emotionally irresponsible alcoholic. In approximately 4 years I will have too many injuries and too few brain cells left to continue my lifestyle and limited alternative options other than knocking up a domineering, neurotic woman and leeching off her minimal wage with my floundering self esteem in...
On shaded ground, moist with memory, sharpened hearts lean heavy. Marking the limbs of this family tree. Our scars, carved love notes. Etched maps to find tomorrow.
I left a wounded Lolita, lounging poolside today. Grazed knees healed over with time and a tan. Swollen shame overgrown, and replaced at the starting point