WET GOD

blogging in the dark
there is new self consciousness now
because i am going to hit post eventually
i have not arrived at the end of my post
so there is a distance that i must travel
and it is surely finite
and that takes away from the infinite mode of composition
where you get lost for hours in a few moments
there is some internal shift that takes place
when one has shed the weight of expectation
and there is a lift off
like a plane off the runway
into a field where everything is a metaphor
for everything else
and at that point one wonders if there is any point
to continue
it's a euphoria of the moment
and it's liberation
aren't we all just flutes
for Krishna
we are all just flutes
and that makes me think
that we are some kind of forest
collectively vibrating
full of holes and music
with no shade
just a masterful amount of sunshine
and rising sea levels
you see the shift that i was talking about
i was alone in my hole in the wall office
and i started off talking about blogging
and all of sudden I am in a forest of flutes
what is the transubstantiation
from the immediate environment
into the cosmic playground of the soul
word alchemy
world alchemy
some kind of powerful shift
from the physical laws
to the dream laws
where the creator
lives in innocence
and flying is the common modality of transportation
having said that I bought a Honda tonight
and there's definitely something to be said for that
which brings me to the interweaving
of autobiography
and the spell of the written word
like what Beckett wrote,
"Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining."
It was raining today in Los Angeles.
It was cold and it felt really good.
I'm very happy right now.
I had a veggie burrito tonight.
I believe in what doesn't move.
I believe in the power of movement.
Dance is the paradox of the mystery
like the birth of a mountain
snowstorm
now i'm off listening to jazz
anything is massively important
anything at all leads directly to God
or as Timothy would say Wet God
i like that
everything leads directly to Wet God
i love you
delivery
developmental
distinguish
sometimes the joy of the word
alone outweighs and purpose of the meaning.
the sheer snapneck power of the organ
i love it
i love jazz
i am grateful for this life of music
Dog Bless
Bless You
feel it everyday
breath into your crotch
as if all of humanity were at stake
numbers
wow
endless miracles
like semi automatic bubble guns!!!