‘i need to escape somewhere anywhere, the main parlour is overflowing with too much and the silent waves across the forests are too slow and up ahead looks like behind, so what does a poor man do when this is all that one can see……..move out, walk away, catch another bus, leave your suitcase behind, find another way….just get out.’
Well, that's what came to me the other day. I stayed. I am back here in the same different place i was before. It's alright, tho, time does get a little slow in here but time is funny that way, lots of room to breathe, calm, watch the world crawl around like it used too.
I'm a nobody but here i get to be a somebody. I got dreams dripping off my eyebrows and licks screaming thru my finger tips and a voice that takes you where you wanna be. 'There ain't nobody better than me and i ain't better than no one', in some altered state, i said that.
The nights fold into one another down here on Beale Street and the hoodlums are tripping down the alleyways, cursed rich sitting hard assed in bar shells while gracious mermaids play lovely on stage. This whole place got the smell of angels and the scent of love dangling off flashy posters and neon signs swarming along the avenues like meat on a stick. The Memphis Blues is playing electric twelve-bar across the way with scenarios scraping off the walls as tricks, everywhere.
I became a night time hustler for things you can't buy, can't find, hardly ever notice, sacred tender illuminations in a dimension that weaves itself in and out of reality like breath does when it's slow and true. We have slipped so far from reality that an altered state feels altered, even when it’s real.
I woke up in the back of a long truck going north. Got my camouflage tight abasing my skin and kept moving into the realm of the swing of it all before i saw you there with your hair straight and long and blonde like a wheat field blowing and glowing as yellow sunlight does, glistening within the wind. I took you right there and then and walked forever for a mile or two. I can’t get you out of my dreams. Why you come so much everywhere i be? I cant have you, you're out of range, my age, my walk.
The day broke, night fell, i was left alone slow caressing the evening air and moving on again within some white light of a dove left fading.
I walked with that light of the night, it formed me, shaped me like water in a vase, air in a room, vibes inside the mind, free again.
I remember when a friend was a friend and one didn't care all that much if you were an anything or what ever it was that you tended to believe you were or not, everything was open for discussion and at the end of the day you still walked away, friends. Not so much anymore. Times have changed. Love lost down rigid street, black and white has hit the curb, certainty has cursed the day.
Did you take the shot, give the shot, you tryn to live or you tryn to rot, you got what i got or not, you livn on trust or you livn on rust, broken or bust. We're all mixed up, picking sides, livn on edge, dyin in dark.
Times have changed. There's a numbness in the air. You can feel it when you slip in-between, slide between the thoughts, find the moments where time crawls. The other side is just a little further down the line. Numbness in the air, you can feel it sometimes when you're alone, watching the droll along the streets, the melting in the air, dribbles down the walls.
Then, like it was a new day something flips and people smile true, sun glistens in the breeze hovering about with magic panting beauty everywhere. That's love in the shadows, always emanating life out of nothing, perfect moments made of clay and dust. That's just the way worlds and words fall into one another, like it was meant to be, like a story with all centre and no ends.
Lately everyone i get deeper with than the usual greeting stuff tells me of anguish of lost friends and/or family because of the great divide separating humanity, the promised agenda, the 19th, its variations and various scenarios. Sad stories mostly, few humorous and some just incredibly heart breaking, devastating. There is so much that could be said about this situation, so much already said, not nearly enough ears listening. So many caught up in their own shit that they can hardly find a tear to share but plenty of pretty posts down wall street. Rights or wrongs, the jabberwacky has sung its song.
Regardless of ones views, the world is a mess. All the issues swarming around the harbour. I could pick any one of them and flounder there for endless time. There are many brilliant minds swinging upon these subjects…..i’ll leave it to them.
What is the foundation that all these issues stand upon? Some say greed, some envy, others love and hate, still others will point to man herself and all his disciplines… aspects of science, religion, politics and what have you. As many, i have had views in every sector of this dispute at one time or another and still more to come with no end in sight.
Does any body any thing own me, am i free to do as i please? We've been thru all that. Do ants have a purpose, frogs, coyotes, bacteria, angels? Think what you may, believe what you must, but there isn't any proof that can be known in the mind for eternity let alone a year or two. We make it all up, it lasts for awhile then fades across the waves of eternity……….but there does seem to be a true flow in the mind directed towards the heart and the bright horizons it brings. This, that is my concern.
Therefore; psychedelics, sweat lodge ceremonies, vision quests(four days no food no water alone in nature), rain dancing(healing for the people), isolation deprivation tank endeavors, meditation…….these practices and others are the only ways that have balanced my mind/heart relationship with knowings that can not be expressed with words and it's master, ‘thought’……service to others, the earth and love is our way out/in to the balance.
This may all sound absurd/trite to the critical minds afloat in the realms of this world, but i'll guarantee you that all great discoveries/visions by artists, scientist, thinkers and saints emanated from this eternal source where the 'all is' is, the mystery and forever shall remain so….It is there, without a doubt - dreamtime. You will know this if you know this, for a moment or two or longer…..nothing lasts long along these winds of change.
Until mankind becomes vulnerable in the eye of the mystery, thought ego control will continue to hold the minds of man. Ego above its creator, logic indisputable amongst thieves and truth tainted with the tricks of the day, this is what stands strong between the mind and the heart. In these times it is easy to see without looking too far just how crucial this world is in need of love.
Indigenous ceremonies have kept meaningful practises alive and have learned methods to be in balance with our creator. The dominant minds have distorted this balance and we are now paying the ultimate price for this bent truth. Psychopaths, thieves and control freaks are running the world and we have let them, praised their wealth, entertained selfish reasoning and allowed this separation of the mind from the heart. We are all to blame and we all can fix this. The intelligence of the great mystery is far beyond the mind, only the heart can touch this love.
Visit the silence as often as you can. Listen to the ways of the unseen heart. If you have formulated heart messages into a plan, the mind is likely playing tricks with you. Let yourself go, surrender to god, the great mystery, the earth, the silence, let the sea of swollen thought fall into the winds of the infinite, be as you are, be as you are not. This, is the way, your way.
Ultimately, you can only save yourself, and that saves everything…..and so it is thought.
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