oh flow on to the best place for you flow on to the best place
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oh world people, beings of present gifted in memory vision ini in natures magic calling phalanx felicity's cat paw walk, tumbling between the scattered fallen branches and such ilk which maketh this healing ground goddess she does emanate, the power is mine but there is no me i am gone, there is no more water in the river
chance a spirit wandering did walk and rest abreast where waves once did rave and weather a shade of heather, the baskets of candy which have no purpose the fairies shying away from the eye oh, aye, I, the basement, these plants afternoon sunshine window, burning through i can't take my eyes off the screens every where screens, mercury dreams, thermometer astronomer oh whether get better it must mean something our souls have gone through something i look into the doorknob a thousand shadows fade away and the true me is revealed, the order is not far off the tao is indwelling yonato, somersaults, no salt, the feelings between catnip and dynamic dance the cloud warrior of peace in the mountain stance vargo, vargo, wytipodating these pathways, drawing forth, what had all been set forth, in her heart she looked back, through art it had found reason and so she died happy
the planets still align sometimes like the spirits of the past and back and forth we sit and sway upon the looking glass of consciousness you must celebrate the cherandeer and the calip both beginning ever from nothing, rising to a cape of complexity and receding, they are more like oaks than anything these monks of the schizophrenic school, where the theatre has melded with the spirit of the life eternal, and brahman rises again in the spirit mind, upon that field bountiful with mana and that band, that circle medicine song still building from windows out of leaking mouths, echoing streams coming from the source, the water meant something added to the smoke, maybe it was all steam, suddenly it was culinary i waited several months in the bottom compartment of mags with whatev, a bottle a loose leaf, offering unto the soma gods where the hills are alive again speaking that ancient chant no one hears, like stones we are, stone people, stone stoners of the churning palm rising, for care the herb is mostly of emptiness the elixir is mostly of wonder at the simplicity these are the amish of today, wandering among the world of whatever the spirits take them as they do anyone and give what they can i opened the windows today and smoked all my joints out in the middle of the street today and played the far out music with the long grooves it was just calling me to do, didn't seem to do much but ripple the coolness in the air, your face everything, i wish they didn't know so much my heart flies openly, naked and innocent among the serious faces of reality, so from what dream is my home or dreamland, hidden in the planes, it sprouts again from annals of stories shaking even in the mind of the focused one folk come and part like the leaves turning brittle, leaves and leaves all i see anymore just to be that leaf, back there, i get there, the language in the lights the butterflies, even the poetry has changed, the fireflies are still there under that healing tree i sneak out at night and listen to the geese
oh flow on to the best place for you flow on to the best place
it is true the sacrament is ourself is the life spirit eternal spirit crystallized and alchemized memories wisdoms, gnosis passed down through nature, the pomo teaches us when we come in on the way growing ourselves, our own spirits ripe sprouting with the written ness, coming in all designs and reaching to the truth, it rises and all heed unknowingly the ways are still there for those who see with true eyes the intent is pure and the self is filled, take it within and let it heal you, the spirit of wanti returns, the mushroom villages, the system of elevation on such a small level and yet, so spiritual, within that world, we must only now again the fairy nature, reunite our peoples seeing that the truth is, we have all come here born of stardust as consciousness and here we rest together around the wheel of time, each fulfilling their divine part, when the knowing began to flow i didnt know it over took me and i tried to block it never doing so, where the poetry of the angels is sent thus forth for i have died and so it comes through me, this is all heaven all you see is the ness take it in, through the breathe, a thousand healing patterns my existence is this, the spine of the universe, i travel, mending the fire pit the stars, clouds wait in hidden wisdoms ever conversing, on levels i must look up but up there in the heights of consciousness, where the soul is floaty, i found myself among such distant realms, what truth exists behind closed sites? skating around ice skating
you just have to trust it as it builds inside you break from the norm, though the pull you in, stay free enough to go your own like the leaf, you cant throw them far they take their own path spiralling and fluttering there i said it, all this and sitting around, what is this story, this truth the yoga in our bodies, kriyas, this sacred living book, pours out and i somewhere between the moon and sun, its like an atom maybe just one an atom so plain maybe iron, stainless steel, such would be my fate, in an unlikely place, flowing freely now, but i will come to form this knowledge is passed down, will it be changed ever it is made, errors and all, who will bother, who can ever really say they understand, true knowledge seems far away, when you take into account the sheer faith we live our lives from but that basic faith and knowing is all we can do and it is why God made us, and through faith and love we are fulfilled, such is the way, the truth is wanti to me is that fulfillment born through the world and the story of its coming, hiding and appearance, like the magical lands of old are wont to do, it is a spirit, how to find again and cross awadwan, into the true, the pure land where buddhas of old have all come, and frolicked in truth, fulfilling the prophecies which made this universe for it is true, all are divine vessels, and there is no coincidence we take these forms as we appear, the clear and intuitive usefulness of ourselves is always apparent, out there, where the voices may come, announced or not, maybe sleeping in, a shade of mood, like a different ray of sunshine just for you, why is there this universal love that surrounds me, for which my love goes everywhere like a dandelion in the wind well blown. I meet again the plants upon the paths travelled so long ago and now, from so many angles now and just beginner, deeper they beckon, wounded healer, this path, this love is for you and your heart big enough to share it and pass it on, and on through out existence such is the way with love like this, you have to find the right moment and then it goes, like a sail or a shooting star even.
and among all this, to this, we had come up with this thought and orgasmic world, the thoughts, that love, forlorned like rabbits randomly going this way and that, I find the top of the hill where I might have once sat, and smoke a joint, I just rolled half pepper mint and sage, half ganja, the ness smoke fills my soul, alive again I am, the silence of everything, I had entered into the promised land. Ah and they are here, the allies of truth and loving kindness and they are everywhere.
I don't think about life otherwise, I feel it for it has come over me, dawned, like the morning of a cosmic day, there meditating in the wood, where the fairies came to sing, there in small embers of the wisdom of bliss, is wanti entered now, and fallen out of, the, ebbing words of the priests, the pure open feeling just of now ridiculous nessecary beautiful spontaneous like free form jazz,too much to care what it means, too much to have come this far the sun is breaking through the leaves, who are laughing, leafing like jewels in the celestial truth of the depths of the sky, where we sit, around the circle, I laugh crying, its been a while, that old spokane river, bless the truth which brought this as it is, for it is not just what we see which is settled here, Pomo, blessing rise upon this land and in the hearts of us who are woven together in this mural the earth, universe, on the stars where our names are truer send us love that is clarity, resounding. I know I am a fool, I wander and have settled down, half my life even lived, what use is there in this upon everything, a sigil a phrase, what use is there in this living? the truth is, use or not its just the way, go with the flow, surrender to the truth, god is like that it seems like, in all people one general direction, one trueness one thing shined through it was of such appearance it could not begin to be said for one would not even assume the need to mention it, but still, i guess i've just forgotten, alone out here, i can be myself, if death is chasing let it come, though maybe it will dawn on me again, to let the river through, but here i am wondering what does it mean and why the truth is the reason is the doing of it, like our real names, they are so long we are always in the saying of them, so how could we ever really live in this way and answer so may questions in such a life at such a repeated basis, its crazy, the length of one day is much longer than they would lead you to believe maybe its time splicing or some such wierdness, as a worshipper of the goddess of nature, I fall in line with the seasons, though its true how can one even tell these days, so intertwined is everything, it is simply the mind, no the heart! (all of it?) the elements!
possibly they are all different worlds we are going through and being destroyed and created endlessly within the goddess, born again and again through that loving koan of existence, we voyage
possibly and through the alignment of time and adjustment certain, expression of self could be reached, the honey splattered across my tongue, man but suppose i had said woman, and is there a woman, the goddess is all of this and more, all this is your praise wanti is the tie dye lotus flower of a heart enlightened by the truth where that is born in the lifestream, i cry out that love! and it fills me, and i am transforming all the time, firinne, truth, love, solus, pomo, god, goddess, nature, I am somewhere on the axis for the love is scattered there, love is the shaman, and no body speaks, our language just crude wailing, yet tragically beautiful, in lew of feeling, the psychic knower between us wanderings, this and that, who knows what is really the truth it seems the bounds are easily set, where our beings are free, our energies are pure, those of the planet, those of living things, those of all kinds of things together, and of emptiness, nothingness, celestial truth, just a flower before the temple, and I have not even entered yet, for it seemed like a tomb, and the mystics chased me out so much was the ekstasis, so broad was the sun, the adventure is true reason, we navigators of the soul appearing in the dreamtime, appearing everywhere equally, expounding a spiritually intense and blatant dharma like the blazing warm of living, always there, add a voice there we are the spirits, so filling you, and here this world, adawapayo, brings the bring and you go deep into the poetry of it, where there are the dreams and to cleanse love of this work, we weave, we weave, the healing growing, nature coming back, so big so small, steady and wise and fair bless you and aigy thanks for what you do, given all a place and a way, we are recognized as we can be, we find our purpose in the small things building up rock on
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oh flow on to the best place for you flow on to the best place
Edited by Amzy (10/06/10 08:17 PM)
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