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Time is interesting, one of those things, as soon as you mention it, its right there, but what isn't there when you mention it? How can you know what will happen when a certain thing is said? You never know, maybe its that if you say it again, or in another place, or look at it in a different, way, the method could be anything, and at any time, so who is to say, just by being here, it is. That is everything in itself, respecting each moment. Throughout, alone, quiet, upon the edge of something so deep, so wild, but so loving, the wild kindness? Summer time in a elbow dance, the lone fairy, sitting in a field of broken ice, how has it become so open, it seems everything is known, because we are the same, and yet it is unconsciousness that puts the division between us, should I go back and erase this? Pretending it never happened? I choose to embrace and learn its lesson. I am born on the wind, a word and a vibration, vitality, peace. You might find yourself, but only you would recognize truly. The spirit which resides in all things, everything is alive, it opens up beckoning, join us, you are like an island, but we come from all around, this loving ocean, our very living is a dance, true and everchanging, real and poetic, inspired and unseen, yet miraculous, effective, all names for you, who reside deep within the passageways of existence, knowing nothing and yet being everything, forgetting in each moment, dying with each step, and yet so alive, it is you, the planets and the void, the stars and the black holes, all of it is your soul, and yet you reside here, and dream of everywhere.

This place has changed me, roaming was so easy and free, wandering, I read jack kerouac, and I wondered many things, coming through and around again, and again I find a pure spark, and build again, this that is inconceivable and yet so necessary, this is the sun rising on my sister, smoking herb down at the cemetery, and some things don't need to be said, the vibe goes so far beyond the word, and frees itself even unheard. Love.

All of it, looking out, the way fairies act, seperating themselves from the people, from the animals, all of us seperate ourselves out, and then get mixed right back in, because a soul can hold not container it permeates all and all is ever changing. These pathways, crossing and moving. Free spirits, are all around, loving, for no reason, why do we do what we do? All these great creators among life, of life and, bringing life, and also death. We are all balanced beings and it is in this balance, we find wholeness, on two sides, I remember the first time I saw a yin yang, it seemed alright.

Tonight, what happens, all goes and flows and grows and the past is posed with its friends friends present and future, singing about the morning and the winter. You can love everything and everything is love, she was just trying to write this poem, and it held everything in it, in the end she just ended up making no sense at all, we all moved on and made our paths across the dream scape of our respective lifes, tracing the shapes of our fancies upon the ether in the lime light. It is the tao, simply the tao, and in wanti, I wonder, could wanti be here now, and simply just beyond my sight?

I abide in the self.

Dancing is different, the ships and the old oak trees, called me so much, I almost forget, that this place is enchanted, because the magic has touched me so deeply, and maybe it was really always there, but there is a call for healing, I mean, I know what it is, there is some kind of feeling, some kind of desperate reeling going on somewhere, sitting in a chair, what is meant to be beared, and born, not by scorning, or the coming morning, people everywhere, theres so much misunderstanding, all the stories, I wonder why they tell me? I realize because I had told  them and filled their mind with ridiculousness, it needs to stop, lets end these stories, and awaken from the dream. Wake up from the waking, nothing left, not even nothing.

Nothing, believing in nothing, seeing nothing, doing nothing, not caring, welcome what comes, welcome unwelcome, and welcome walking away, again the winds bend, and what is within is shown.
Be at home, blessed this home, and in the phone, bone rome, boxes cards
Ashone, finding this way, moving alright, dispelling delusions, its not easy, if people would just leave you alone, you know you do it yourself, the songs, the culture and you we've met I remember its like from some strange dream, the woman in the yellow coat, cats, chalk and ice cream.

Its curious how the days pass and who can really remember anything? We should move on to other pastures, spread ourselves out further, that or thicken the walls. Theres not enough space, and yet there is so much space in the world, why do we huddle together, there is no need to be alone or in a crowd, just roaming, all us wanderers, all us I's upon journey to forever, from forever, for whatever reason, I've been calling it love all this time, it goes beyond any of this and yet foretells it.

I remember them now, very clearly, in the beginning how they explained it to me, broke it down into tiny grains of sand, it was so fascinating, there was allure. Of course now, I see, they had no idea what they were talking about, moved by the chaos surrounding them and running through their veins. Do you think I care, before I spoke and now I listen, the origins, are icebergs…

Leaving society, its stories, it games, accepting death, dying, parts unknown, these people are crazy, they've been crazy for a long time, they talk about healing and poison themselves, they walk and they fly and they think they have something to take and give in the world.

Chill, its only myself, here and there, running through words, searching for that notion, that feeling, raging fire, the sun and stars above us scattered out so meticulously, they were all places we have known and found love, the beings of the universe are vast and nonsensical, and yet all is one.

It helps having this knowledge, it makes you think of it as different, for sure, a certain power comes over you when you extol such a venture with such momentum, holding on but who could hold back everything, rising from behind what is seen, sometimes its called the nagual, there is no learning about that, and yet there are those who dwell there and are alright.

It will be alright! Everything is!

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LOVE!!!!

and Freedom, freedom and love, loving freely?

life is not serious at all, don't take it seriously, don't take yourself seriously, don't take anyone else seriously, because I will gaurantee you they aren't serious, and neither am I, ha?

its a joke, its insane the evolution humor has gone through since the beginning when it was just like

i dont even know

is that funny?

I am NOT a washed up comedian!