ST135 ... Tales from my Best Friend
Once were enemies... (a deep state walls away from the heart)
It is time to dive into the sea, here, the shadow waters of life, the streets of blazing sun and savior shade, let the slight breeze blow across the chest, be. The air is alive with a mellow change, a slow movement in the bones and leaves and minds of dogs and humans and birds and trees, even the flies are lazy with the heat. Siesta time is approaching, the streets are dying slow, soon the dead will invade the head and dreamtime will lure the future off onto its shore. I watch the pace of history unfold into the streets and the glamour of imagination swing around the slow ventures dissipating. I am free here to be nothing, no commandments to trust, no plans to execute, no-nothing to do…. i write for no reason, to no one, for nothing but to embrace time observing, expressing, slapping words around as an earnest game, a free bird diving throughout the atmosphere, a sword-fish piercing the depths of the liquid-mind of the earth.
The world is scraping itself off the floor of opinions and treacherous deals. I walk slow along the shore line of reality and fiction. Dreams are wading out into the waters. Wars are bursting into thin air abroad with madmen, the masses, the innocent and the ones that know more than they do. They are all dead, dying, surviving in a ditch of deceit. A few escape into the breeze of silence. I saw one this morning, suddenly, from within the wind, Isabella, a princess from the east. She flew in with her auburn dress floating across the sands as waves swirling along the coast into the fold of the shoreline and met my lingering longing.
She was a dream visiting, a sketch of ink across a busy page. Her pure-lines stood firm with the dignity of an absolute, and a harsh blending of reality. I once loved someone like her, forgotten now, a faded picture, a forgiven memory amidst grey skies of relief through an imaginary portal along a wall of portraits.
Love is just a word for something that can't be rehearsed, replicated, an original energy at the bottom of the course, the top of all selections, a mystery within a mystery, a great knowing that can never be known but yet felt with a magnitude that can create a universe. Love so simple, invisible unto itself.
She held this warm love in a cool breeze along the sands of an endless shoreline and i was there with an open heart and a senseless diet for magic. Such a fool, such an idiot, such a romantic in the arms of the winds of savage change. I was ready, open, released, a perfect replica of a lost man. She took me in and i went. I am he, thee, i am all man, i am the one of the many, the many in one, i am pure human, a heart of infinite seeing…… love like.
She whispered into my soul, "what do you really want', i whispered back 'i want what you want', she said, ‘i don't know what i want', i nodded, 'i have lived with that'.
As with everything an end moved in like a tomb, a setting sun, a shallow breeze across a pale skin, the ending of love dies alone, lonesome, deserted, so deep nothing but nothingness could remain.
We move on across the terrains of frontiers for forgotten souls, new horizons of unknown worlds, remnants bridged together like worthy flowers in fields of loving grace where things end and come together for a process unimaginable.
I moved on thru the shelters and storms, freezing and warm, content and torn to the place where heavens are born. There, I found the answers to all questions emanating in and out of existence like dreams within dreams.
The mind is on the way
to obey, to convey
not to order but to honor,
the heart of the way.
a chilling thought in the heat of the night
’if everybody's wrong, nobody's right’
no matter what you think
no matter what you do
along the stream of reality
dual as one, will continue.
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