The sun is perpetually rising people.
go outside in your underwear!
life is the miracle
the swelling inside like the yellow organ fountain
what a beautiful impulse to love
to love outwardly and inwardly
and completely and to devour the marrow
of life to suck on the pain like the bone of heaven
what a sweet miracle this relentless music
the sweeping silence of the ocean
the aching beauty of water
of people in their transcendental ambulation
through the cities of the world
the cities of the mind
what a magic power we have to perceive
tragedy as comedy
to see comedy as divine
to hear the drums crack in your chest
like a breaking heart
a broken heart
opening to include more than capacity
to whole electric ocean of music
that unbuttoned chasm of gratitude
sweeping through the islands
sweet sweet music
the pussy cat warrior growl of the organ
like the fucking orgasm of god
FUCK divine fuck church of fucking bliss
sweet sweet sweet sweet fuck
like the mouth of the deer
touching the stream
can you proclaim that the universe is not
truly miraculous of a beauty
so stunning the mind shatters
into a broken windshield of stars
what a fucking mess
what death and destruction
and blood and symphonies of dramas
integrating unwinding
what a conductor
leaving the heart trembling
like the pregnant silence
right before the organ
blows wind up your spine
all the windows down
the dark highway
river of sweet blood of christ
black and blue and gold
pumping through the tender
infrastructure
like a bassline
carrying the whole thing
a blue whale
a blooming star gazer lily
this effortless orchestration
this handless applause
God you deserve a standing ovation
and look at the trees
they are all applauding the sun
they are applauding the wind
they are applauding the mother
they are applauding
for the opportunity to breath
for the opportunity to awake
to stand
just to sit is the greatest gift
sitting
like a mountain
covered in flowers and snow
for nightskiing
the violins pull the trip wires of the heart
the drums rip the marrow
the guitars
ohhhh the guitars are levitating
above the yellow street
ohh the guitars
the guitars
the ride cymbal
truly the ocean
the golden ocean reflecting
the golden sun
what a deep celebration
in every moment
i radiate outwards
and inwards
one love
immaculate chiropractic
fantastic life charging
worship to all beings
you are all sacred
and part of my permanent
internal temple
and with all humility
i let go.