and when i get that feeling, i need that natural healing,
like penobscot mountain in acadia, or simply being, sexually or not—
what if whatever the world calls health was not? what if
bizarro superman was the secret coke of buddha? what if one manifests the dream
as it is—lovingly lucidly luminous—to the power of ten-thousand Maya?
here's an inside joke. intuitive observation is the force.
as if synchronicity is past seeing future now, and vice versa. the one called
gurdjieff would call this self-remembering. real yin. true yang. like tao.
this is dedicated to some amazing places: Acadia, Big Sur,
Monument Valley, Grand Canyon, Half Dome, The Atlantic, Pacific Beach, Canyon Del Muerte. like
hiking in Enchanted Canyon on the the east side of barbed wire.
if I am That, then That goes I, power of three. here’s the
darkest secret, all sex aside, there is no secret. all secrets are sexist.
the simple Zatoichi speech: deconstruct belief but don’t
throw out the baby love.
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