call me sunburst and i'll call you wildflower

staring into space 40%,
madly in love with love,
repelling
deflecting
absorbing energy for instance,
vivid nightmares,
the ideas are strong addictives,
my third eye,
shamans?

revolving doors for infinity

"Love can never be portrayed

the same way as a tree...
      
..or the sea, or any other mystery.
    
It's the eyes, with which we see.
     
It's the sinner in the saint.
      
It's the light inside the paint."

- Izzy via Tom Tom to Eloise

sun lake rinsed

blessed to hear the incantations of body and soul

thank you universe

playing the fool better than the mandolin

i desperately need a time machine.
that or a crash course on the ways
of the armadillo.

kava

am a buttered loaf,
when better be a buttered slice

the trappings of daydreaming

are these myths of gold splendor that which the soul professes,

or hand-me-down folk songs about professional souls?

learning the turtle

..crossed legs

..chin on palm

..gaze on the ground

..ears wrapped around records

..perfecting the imagination

..incense

..ignoring everything else

matters of platypus and chubby checker

still in question, whether i am operating under biological or spiritual tendencies these days and furthermore, which of the two is chief of operations

oxidized anchors

easily confounded
is excess stimulation
and a state of internal
leaning or swaying

might be forgotten
the stillness of mind
and sharp awakened
breath
 or
fire and flames
and unspoken exuberance

with fireflies

potholes are plantholes

rather the lilly
which wilts
than a callused rose
for a tenderness
in place
of thorns
and
luxury