Here I am embarking on the new mission.
Death dies in the moment.
Just say yes to the now.
in these moments of many chocolate covered coffee beans i have a dream.
in this dream there is no self esteem, simply the being.
I've seen jerga's like its circa '96,
this is more fun then pick up sticks.
Its within the circular movement as time unfolds.
Buckminster, full of ideas
Dymaxion was his passion.
Now it's our turn down here,
with all the action.
4 comments:
beautiful. glad you're back.
I am going to respond in song: http://pinterest.com/pin/380766274/
love that! thanks L you da best.
DtoMaybe,
Thank you for the post. No, I've not written for some time & feel as guilty as committing a gruesome crime...
...as the thoughts swirl about my head like state fair freshly spun Cotton Candy.
I wrote to give, to laugh, to teach, to LOVE unconditionally & many took it as a way to disassociate from their terminally ill 'friend'...wishing to read rather than communicate in real life.
SO,
I stopped. The Cotton Candy still spinning, the sound of its machine awakening me still at night.
Write again, I MUST!
Just not yesterday,
not today...
ahh but you have written. thanks! the mycorrhizal connection linking all of our dreams, flowering from the mystic past to yield our abundance of love.
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