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30-June-2017

It's that orange daylily 

time of year 

prefiguring fireworks 

of the Fourth of July

and I'm as independent 

as I ever was, 

alone and seldom lonely, 

like I like it, 

or at least the way 

I've always made it be, 

because, 

I'm sorry people, 

I really know no better. 

chiro 1

29-June-2017

driving river road

there’s nothing new

on the river today—

same old water,

same reflections,

same on the other side.

i did begin to think my car

was making some new

unwanted noise however.

but it just turns out

the car behind me needs

a serpentine belt replacement

or maybe just a tightening

of my focus.

11

eleven news

war is ever new thought against all old thought

as no thought is not a shot away

of self by self for self so help me god

perspective. perspective. perspective

thanks for the memories

no words for way

name that thing!

hall of the mountain king. queen of the void.

nowhere

one eye

insight

number nine. heraclitus. buddha.

divide by tao

self-awareness is eleven

The News According to Suite July

Naked fuse.

I've got waves in low places.

The history of the world is always about old money vs. virtual money.

2 monks looking at the ground. 1 says snake!

The other replies it's just some rope.

The 6^th son says neither snake nor rope.

Consciousness?

Pure awareness, awareness reflected in consciousness, and consciousness

is the holy trinity.

I love the sound of night rain falling on summer leaves.

It smells like evolutionary self-awareness.

news
is to poetry as

william carlos williams is
to a fourth of july red wheelbarrow

in the land of silence,
evolutionary self-awareness
is intent upon apocalyptic words...

Matty told Hatty, Ouroboros, Ouroboros, Ouroboros!

As on the extreme altar of consciousness,

I burn my sacred eyes—

for an eye can never see oneself.

mountain laurel sand

dunes leaves of grass california

dreaming creation deconstruction shiva

shakti shiva tech-tonic shifts of manifestation

Open field. Insert self.

Stay Still

Imagine

there's no separation

and the universe is one

being self-aware—

it's easy if I try because it's true.

And I have this great notion I am.

So fractal me this.

To escape the fear,

one has to hike the highest mountains.

To see through fear—

stay still.

Wood by Frogs

Being is the center of all candy.

Candy temporarily stops thought.

It's like material meditation.

Swallow only after tasting being.

The point of being is

forgetting and the point of this

forgetting is self-awareness.

Forgetting is dreaming.

Dreaming is that which never forgets.

Thought is all about survival. Not being.

Thought is to fear as love is to being

as paranoia is to paradox.

Render unto love your being

is the crucifixion and the resurrection.

Listen. The world is the ultimate hack.

The antidote is always love.

It's not about dying before dying

but being through the fear.

Never believe.

Self-inquiry is the only doctorate.

Listen. The Powwow River

falling over original rocks—

this is always Native America.

Drop body-mind. Be Hopi.

And the Hopi know their martyrs.

No pictures please.

It takes seventeen

syllables to break the code.

Earth wind and fire!

I hear fireworks like thunder

on the beach tonight.

There's an eastern wind.

Variety is the revolution.

Being is the flag.

Wood frogs.