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Peace of mind
And in the shadow of clock hands, transformative breath peddlers dance
A chorus of many-tongued truckfuls of city plumbers and activists energetic
Seeking to queer the Machine
This oblivious tightrope imbrication, Ego-state it is
Come burn the sage with me!, let me
You hang up the red angels of Hallows eve
All across the hearths of the polis
The chorus gives a yawp, which sets off a thousand Western winds of rippling human dust
Never held by the root of any yucca peyote shoot
A long note, (either making a tawdry irony of a misplaced geologico-continental patriotic moment,
Or drolling on past and glinting off the rusty ramparts of Los Alamos
Taking ecstatic leave into the oblivion)
A note sounding the coming of a new race of man
Fertile in rifles and grain
A powerful jowel that moves to speak prophesies
Mind blown to smithereens on prophesy
It will all burn one day, and only the fermata of history will sustain its existence
And when it's gone
We'll all gather together
In the infra-red of the expanse of astral smolders
And prophesy until we faint from its clarity
And burn a whole field of new-grown sage
And keep alight a never-ending flame.
And sail toward the northern aurora in search of dry land
And hit the sand of a Canadian beach and
We'll build a city
I'm seer/watcher. Sometimes a talker, mostly a listener. I dream hard.
Like you, I travel addictedly.
(I make up words, at least one a day, which is only fair. Words must say to one another "hey, I made up a reality today.")
I am embarking on something of an artist's residency out in the country near Madison, WI. It's a self-imposed arts school, away from distraction, though I would still like to have guests now and then.
In this space, there is only this space.
In this moment, there is only this moment.
Because somewhere along the way
I decided mud rubs
Those Grandmother medicines
The delight of spices burning
Those sapling rings and birch branch cut odor offerings
River's rushing waters flooding its banks and
Flushing tiny crag face spaces
Offer marvelous transubstantiations
Just the same
Except plentiful infinitely
Why I’m on Couchsurfing
visited 48 states (96%)Create your own visited map of The United Statestwo more! Road trip to alaska anyone?visited 8 states (61.5%)Create your own visited map of Canada or Amsterdam travel guide for Android
I'm a sucker for beautiful sounds of any kind; vanilla milk shakes, lattes, good beers; plots where loners fall in love (ie. Phantom of the Opera); thrifting/post-consumer recovery; Indiana Jones; talking to psychics, healers, drifters and other interesting characters; trying to remember my dreams.
I enjoy all kinds of conversation and experience and pretty much any kind of person, and I won't ever judge anyone for what they believe. So, I'd love to meet you one day!
Music, Movies, and Books
holy texts, holey texts, wholly texts...
One Amazing Thing I’ve Done
I've been to 48 US states. 2 more!!
Teach, Learn, Share
A short thought on success: Cursed is he born on the summit of the mountain, for the man born in the valley has his choice of mountain.
Backwards over the course of time a constant remodeling of the past by the present, of the
cause by the effect, is being carried out.
Countries I’ve Visited
Canada, Hungary, United States
Countries I’ve Lived In
Canada, United States