while Spirit's just doing it's thing

sometimes i like to climb inside my mind and feel what it's like to be me. listening to myself listening to music. watching myself watching myself, only from the inside, looking back, while i'm on either side. experiencing myself experiencing myself experiencing myself. noticing how my body feels while my Spirit gently massages my skin. noticing how i'm just ignoring it.

we, spies and fools.

tracing your finger on an infinity symbol

in this continuous moment,
h u u u g e  and instantaneous

in the ancient river babble,
time traveling

in a sheet of rain,
connect the dots


in Life,
just now.


this just always going on with life,
pine cones, falling, falling.
incessant whirr.

we're coming at it from every direction

that's some intense fourth dimensional energy density connection you have there.

saying goodbye is falling in love

like ok i loved you already.

but now it hurts to bursting.

and feels really good at the same time.

backyard messages

shades of peace and love on a garden stone

holes

we're pretty much just digging holes all day. and getting to know each other in between. digging holes, and we don't even know what we're looking for. we don't even care. as long as we get water every once in a while and we get to know each other in between. maybe teach each other to read. or feel. or smile.

maybe save each other's lives.
maybe carry each other up a mountain.
maybe play out destiny.
just digging holes.

amazing works

you can either shoot things at and through people
or shoot light and sound through the night sky.

it's that good and bad thing
with pretty much everything.

man, are we ever incredible bright creatures;
getting together to ooh and ahh at the sky.


or then again, we could shoot things at each other.

stretching is massage

every sensation is bliss
when you are in pure awareness of
every sensation - bliss

motion slowed
until mind takes over
just getting over yourself
and getting blissful about
every sensation

like gravity on my bones
- the tug of the moon -
that great big pulse - You know -
and the coursing coursing through
my bones and how they rub on bone
the muscle bone thing, too
and the breathing breathing breathing thing
this breathing Life into

pulling on my finger and seeing what it's connected to.

like a lizard slowing down in the cold

breathing so slowly that you hum from the inside
reminding yourself at every inhale
don't panic.
remember the last time.

it's just enough oxygen.

and it's at just this speed that humming is natural
on the exhale, join in
hum along.
move around the line.

it's not just enough oxygen.

so what?

Love doesn't care.
Love doesn't judge.

drum circle, of course.

a gentle reminder
past midnight
in town

wow. it's really loud from over here.

then a stumble
pick me up
these pics

when i really came here for a slide.

so how many circling drums now...?
drum circle guitar already.


and that's how the Universe teaches you to play guitar.

to the expense
of my own guidance - but always
sound advice

but always,
You teach.