Surely some revelation is at hand. A couple of weeks ago, I posted. I went to the gold rush foothills northeast of Sacramento, then my brother and I went to Santa Clara for the first final concert of The Grateful Dead. Fare Thee Well, it was called. Fare you well my honey. Fare you well my only true one. All the birds that were singing.

She flicks her last cigarette. On the ground and steps on it. Then grabs a broom to sweep. The street of the ashes. That remind her of him. No filters left in the ditch,. Until there is only the quiet. That comes after the sound. Of the last embers fizzle out. How he loved to smoke. After they made love, how in turn,. She loved to watch him hold fire. At his fingertips without getting burned,.

Wherein we discover whether our protaganist can rise up from his couch and actually do something with his life. As It Is - A Short Film About Non-Duality. Click on it and go to You Tube and watch the video. It is grounds for thought. Monday, April 04, 2011.

Where the inscrutable breaks the confines of polite society. Thursday, April 19, 2007. They hang as jeweled ornaments on. Branches with legs clenched in. Tiny fists of unexpected cold. I pluck a stem and cup it in my. As God did for man,. I breathe myself across him. His segments flex, legs uncurl. I can not save him, I know this. For as a bee-God, I am limited. Or perhaps my intrusion is more.

It falls unaware of number,. Age or sway of crops. Nor see the lightness of green. As knees are slow to bend. For palms to take root and grow. Away as it falls - walls over hands,. Before they float, eyes. Among stones, the red coat of leaves -. Until the mud stops, the clouds break. The sky, an off-white, unseen. Or run out of falling grains.

I am a restless gypsy, a wanderer, a dreamer. In fact, I spend as much time in my fantasy world as I do in the real one. I am also lucky enough to be in a loving relationship with BluEyes. I wish to change some of those things. Oh no, the BLOG! .

Surely some revelation is at hand. Proudly in the withering light. We never cared about flowers. This is just steam from the engine. That drives the great shafts. I was born out of Heaven. Onto Earth and my life. I was born with a craving for stillness. And music that sways a little. Like trees in the wind. I was born out of Heaven.