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Tonight ~

 ... we will tiptoe across the field
of light, and hop the fence
into a brand new life.  Tonight ~

I pray your blessings find you
and ring your heartbell
until you recognize

  ...yes, you are made of brilliance
       and Peace.


some links of kind ~~~ 1. Annie: Sweet Dreams (moving on)
                                      #. Black Crows: She talks to Angels
                                      2. Dave Mathews Some devil (always whispers ...>
                                      % Enigma : Mia Culpa
                                      3. Otis R:  I got Dreams to remember 
                                      ^ Shubert: Ave Maria or Ave Maria (Maria Calli version (for Joanna)
                                      &  Eva Cassidy: Autumn leaves (from someone's website # I had to have it)
                                      () foo fighters   stairway to ...  
                                      * James Brown Man's World & again 2 with Pavarotti (for b.b. and her grace) 
                                      6*^% Under Pressure Bowie/Queen 
                                                               ````~~   life is a(Lets) Dance (or tremble like a flower)
                                  
                                    ...  & For those of us who know when to go out and when to stay in... Modern Love
                                      7.  A CHANGE is gonna come 1  #  2  Dylan 
                                      8.        Tell it like it is...  (for pie_)

It is now 3:25 pm and bright sun; preparations are underway! 

brian eno

The world is full of of dreams, goods.  Don't get snared on some rusty nail someone left to snag your heart as if it were a cheap string without mooring.

 < ~ ~ ~ >

Dear heart~

    forever opening... forgive me
if i made you an orphanage
of sorts--
    to so many
  when you are wealth and bounty.
        (i misunderstand so much)

    ~ in the new year, help me to love better
and not to fear
        the overwhelming 
sense that makes me think you are falling apart

when you are really only stretching (re-stitching)
to make more room for love...
to keep my hands gentle, tending.

    dear heart~ you are as the ever ripening
flower of humanity, your fragrance seeps
through every gesture
                      of touch and speech,
    please ~  help me to imprint the inner thing.

    ~ in the new year, help me to forgive
every act against the flesh of peace
so i may walk above the graves
laid out where vultures cast shadows and circle 
as if to lay raw eggs within
our greatest hopes, the future

lanternish (we)
burn brighter... sing the grace
already singing in the great tree, call it
closer

this Love ~ dear heart
help me to receive 
               its promised ecstacy ... its bounty,
new light, pleased and willing
to walk again beside me 
                   (inside me) & all humanity . . .

                       ~ dear heart~ please ^ forgive me

I used to ask this Question a lot:

Does water thirst?

Or being water, does it just offer itself up to the thirsty?
Meaning, that we express what we are...

My water cracker is an oxymoron... it can't quench anything; I mean you can eat the word "WATER" but until its made of a pure/exact intention to be water--it is not water.

To feed the world--?
I keep thinking today about assasinations, (guns/hate) about how the media (which I have purposely not listened to for about 6 months now) TALKS about things... and I think, their talk is not = of water; not clean enough to drink. Their talk is of ick, from a wrong angle...I can smell dead thing floating in it, the past (poison).

The media feeds me words mashed like dead beatle casings, hollow of any living twitch towards the things that should be said. Most of it couldn't even crawl away into a new thought, not if it were a roach looking for food. How will we reach the new place, when we speak the same scratched over scratched out eye of a dream? It makes me ache.

Water... it can't be faked.

The world is thirsty... i am holding an empty, empty
glass and I look at my culture, its minds, its hopes, dreams (wealth spilled all over the streets) and nothing, nothing is
the sound, the clarity
of water... i seek : seek.

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link not to think, the Cure... "    "!

Experiment




the world, this beautiful world, please, STOP
using words to blame, hate, instigate hell.

My good friend Mr. Birdy, an atheist by choice,
knowing I meditated and felt life was an ongoing spiritual opening, a walk towards hope
and peace--? He would ask me always, "What is it about DO NOT KILL that people don't get?"

I don't know? 
Nobody has permission to slaughter someone
they don't agree with.  Nobody. All the logic and reasons
won't open a magic door to permission
to build (with the gifts of being) a hell
for anyone to live in, or witness or fear.