"Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait" -Longfellow

Thursday, April 21, 2011

We're Studying Tigers and Coin Space in the Ruins of Mountains

 you wanna explode into your head, into the great written jungles under the vines of sunny mysticism- you wanna purple, you wanna meander through and be serious about clasping at the brilliant jelly bean kernels of spirit hype.  yet there's never really enough time around.... and then you're thinking "why can't i just control myself, just even a little bit more."  and then you wonder what that would look like; how much anybody really controls their Self... what makes us so sure that Self exists or needs any kind of control? is there something that's been sitting on my shoulder hanging out in the moonlight all these years?
and i forget. forget and move towards the center, the never noticing happening-
there is only as suchness while the cats are battling.


1 comment:

convoswplants said...

oh shit! i like that a lot. great collages.