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the sound of silence of the lambs

9 Oct

silence of the lambs

The time for bleeting out is gone and

off you go, sweet veal,

to make someone a nice, fine meal.

Seeping through the cracks in homes and

pulsing over waves of air,

the signal has reached crescendo.

Who have you been told you are?

Borg Army Brat?

What is it that we think we are?

Don’t reach out for the handle bars; they’ve melted

clean away.

And the peddles are now spinning free and bruising up your shins;

your feet can’t reach the ground, be warned:

a fall off of the bike is no longer a trip to pavement

but an in tangle with the shadow

of our collective dive.

Now watch some tits and asses,

filled up with air balloons,

beneath corrected face and teeth,

while piercing tongues ensue.

What seemed to be so good and true is gone and now you can


for a hot ticket to a church

built all on sand –

for the soul purpose of extracting

good intentions.

Levi proclaims today-

while we are discussing plagiarism – since every model in our world

is now only corrupt, why shouldn’t we lie and cheat our way to a good grade,

whus up?

The class together rolls their eyes –

on cue they shout, off topic – to the boy so out of line

his mind off in the tropics.

Stoned boy in leather and in chains,

Question me and ask me why, why does nothing make sense?

And so we sit at 8 o’clock and call the spade a spade.

Why are you taking classes?

Why the roll call life?

For a degree – for what?

For this:

a moment here where nothing remains and nothing has come in stead –

we’re really at a new beginning – and

its a damn good place to be.

Let’s  float here in this watery world

and learn that why we’re here

has nothing to do with the world gone way,

and everything to do with the next.

We are tasked with the big Create Again

only that which does make sense,

and this time

from our hearts,  amen.

No mistake,

I am nothing

to hold on to and

I do not want to talk of trouble.

Only this:

What’s next?

So what if you’ve had problems waking to an alarm?

So what if you have lost out on a deal gone horribly wrong?

Broken open

hand in hand,

no past, no story and no fame –

without a golden key, no king, no master can

we claim.

i am no different than you.

no different.

no diff.

no da.

da da.

Drink up from your own cup.

And do not wipe the mustache  from your face.

Shadow Dance

3 Mar

We don’t know who we are.

We don’t know what we can do.

We don’t know why we are here.

Watching us in this life…

this experiment?    this game of hide and seek?     this Sick joke, haha?     this paradise?

is a bit like watching babies with blowtorches and chainsaws.

Our attention is a powerful force.  We have no idea.

Our connection to source is combustable.  We have no idea.

Turn that laser  on something like jealousy, feed it full on human attention and watch a dangerous garden grow up (at stop action film speed) around you, flowers dripping with poison, fruits with the ability to down, vines with thorns to encage one’s heart  while baby shoots of hatred, self loathing, bitterness and stink are crowding out the birds of paradise and sturdy green plants of love and appreciation from getting some sun or food.  This whole journey to show us our power?  Perhaps lessons are more powerful outside the sort of simulators we can detect.


Turn that laser attention inside into an internal nuclear reactor, and we walk around like a sun.  We can grow a garden on our face.

glowing heart


Isn’t it all so remarkable?  Seeing those trapped in vines, and not being able to release them from their own creations?  Inside, these souls are imagining something has trapped them there, but they have the power of the sun to burn down the poison garden.  Then others in the circumstances of seeming despair, are alit from within, shining on all with equanimity.

But all this sounds rather polar, light and dark, good and bad.  It only sounds that way because I have trouble articulating the middle path.  The combustable heart does not come about by denying the dark forest, but by walking through the underbelly, bravely – by incorporating all, by eating that heart of darkness whole, by allowing the chin to drip a bit bloody, and incorporating the totality – dancing with the shadow until you spin yourself into the vortex of this:


We live years with no idea.

And an interesting aside to recognizing this immense power within is also recognizing who gains when we don’t know our own power.  Who is watching the destruction?  Who is watching the creation in any moment?  Who can syphon off this power from the baby creators for its own use?  Who likes us clueless?


Sounds all very science fictiony.  But at the end of the show, the predator is revealed to be of our creation as well,  a wolf to make the fairy tale exciting.

Watching the show…keeping all open…igniting the heart from within.

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