Feel like going for a drive? We can listen to the radio and go past the park. It’ll be fun to get out for a few minutes.
Paul needs a nose pet (Taken with instagram)
rufous hummingbird
puffed its crown, hovered before you,
clutched my finger—
for how long?
together we ungripped its tiny feet.
i miss that bird.
bread my body (thank you earth for this bread)
wine my blood (thank you earth for this wine)
thank you earth for this body and blood (amen)
on earth tonight with body and blood i feed you my friends
till next we sit together, at home beyond the stars
*O Rosebush*
I came to take you by the hand
To rob you of your heart and your self
And root you in the Heart and Soul.
At the height of spring I came,
O rosebush
To fold you in my arms and embrace you;
I came to give you, here in this house, My splendor
And to carry you away to heaven like the prayer of lovers
But the problem is, I don’t want anyone to know anything about me, and I don’t want them to understand what I’m saying. He wants me to write about the visions and energy and so on…it’s not that I care if people believe me, I don’t need to be believed, it’s that I care what people think and whether they like me. I need to get over it.
At the downtown LA library there is a statue of a woman, crowned with California, all the pyramids and other civilizations working their way up her dress, and in her left hand is a staff, resting on top of a rather small turtle. I’m told this represents humanity’s conquering of the world.
I met Pepper Edelweiss, a red slider hatchling, unquestionably my guru, in late January, at a BP/Arco gas station. Some desperate fellow was selling him off for gas money, like a father pimping out his beautiful small child…just the first of the many poetic and tragic ways Pepper’s life unceasingly informed me of the imminent tragedy facing our oceans and ourselves. Most tellingly (after several blissful weeks in his zen presence, his iridescent green harmony, his beingness that was part succulent flower, part star, during which I first had the experience of being in present time, fully aligned with my self), Pepper died mysteriously late one evening, gasping for air as if he’d been poisoned by something in the water, something I couldn’t see.
