The stream (all workshops)
It is sitting on a mountain away from all the man-made distractions
It is enjoying a flower
Deep in thought, with no interactions
It is the art of Cha-Do, seven basic concepts
A doorway shortened
So one leaves behind what they possess
The polite refusal of the first drink
Done to show humility and respect
And whose participants share a common, humble link.
It is the calm after the storm
The balancing of Qi
A stepping back from the norm
startle dark
no fire
no stars to glean
suffusion
surrender
urging wind
brushing
filling
toiling against
the upper structure
and the scent of salt
fulfilling mutual
steadiness
nothing like running
dark
like a truth examined
with more senses
then just the simplicity
of wavelengths from
the broad spectrum
this is more of
"feeling"
mixed with the chaff
of longing and want
Indigo children, running on a molten river of emotionless hate.
Driven forwards only by the tumult that we fools call love.
Compelled only to be accepted into a perfect circle.
You couldn’t really call him homeless. He always felt comfortable where he was. Always able to sleep well on any given surface.. He never considered something as cliche as ‘the city is my home’. No, he just never really considered having a home. This is how he wanted to live, without any connections or attachments. He didn’t even dream of having anything more. Real dreams. Sleeping dreams. Not aspirations. Hell, he didn’t even want respect. There was no talking to strangers or introductions.
I told a friend to look behind his back
He turned round to see a cripple crawling
then jumped and ran to nearby side track
because he thought a car was approaching
We laughed to see the fear on his brow
The lame was angry by our reaction
He picked some stones all set to throw
We explained it was not our intention
to mock or make a jest of him by that
but to let our chary friend step aside
as he wore a comical mammoth hat
and couldn’t see a thing from either side
This turned out to be a very big gaffe
she can be broke sometimes
but when she's good she's great
she switched up my realities
and broke the garden gate
caged in like an animal
she broke out like a storm
polite enough to say goodbye
though she never met the norm
some things aren't understandable
like her pain at its worst
i'm waiting for the day when she screams
man, that fucking HURT!
i never can get anything
how does she deal with me?
i know i get annoying
barking up everyone's tree
It's at a time
when I refuse to check my mail
so I can be surprised
by my TIME subscription
list.
I wait for the boy to snore
some more
so I'll have something
other than myself
to ridicule and bemoan.
The time I sit
till I sink in
the crater my bottom
makes on my bed;
And I see how naturaly I dent
All that was comfy and right.
The times we watch
the seconds tick
and wish we were
like time -
Listen to life sing, what a beautiful thing
As the wind whispers secrets to her sisters
Rivers flowing, as if they love not knowing
Oh, fuck the best in me, leave that to destiny
I want to exist like leaves and the air that breathes
I’ll fly with sparrows ducking bows and arrows
Oh, I’ll seduce the night as I welcome first light
No authority, only a soul to set free
To weirdelf Cheers Mate
were there
no more
depths
where wavelegth echo
touchs
the lovestarved thought
buried in liberty doubts
where there
no more quests
fulfill the fear of sanity
rusting in sunbleached sands
songs cast in dreaming
against the baby grand
this halo of bright
falling like snow
the spirit of sight
I hold onto what
ghosts we are
I will kill especially you
Kill you, Kill you, Kill you, Kill you, Kill you,
death by Iambic Pentameter
I will definitely kill you
Kill you, Kill you, Kill you, Kill you, Kill you,
death by Trochaic Pentameter
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