I watch my baby-booming parents wither in the flames of society.

wow: the warmth is coming through my head, so I instill,
go down into my feet warmth,
golden make me completed as a planet.

i do not feel complete though i have this status.

disaster areas are known to be located near the heart,
the anus, and the third eye.

there have been droughts,
famines and idea-wars.

all this planet needs for conclusive history is warmth.

imagine beings at wonder over the whole exterior of your skin.
you know well there are better areas for habitation.
that the wind front on your head is severe
but for underground reason, existence there is prolific.
there is terrene bursting with soul
there is lithe by terrortory: the devices at work
are in reflection to the cosmos;
activity drawn from
the core of the active-conjured.
i consider myself as outer space.
the dimension of my gut this day
has erupted into world war,
with casualties at large
and a genesis of
immense pain
the body
like planet
over.

there is purpose for every separate world to cultivate insight.
to find its individual enlightenment to then carry through
to the greater universe of worlds.
do you see dimensions?
we must gather first by cluster, then culture.
we must gather nation wide for our land, completely,
to get over her adolescent angst.
for her to reach wisdom within the universe
and to next collide and gather
with other worlds detached.
imagine universal consciousness
in the language OF THE UNIVERSE.
what then?
what kind of existence is the Everything Known-Of
part of?
how infrequent does dimension get?
how high does it go?
HOW HIGH CAN I REALLY GET?
the unity of Whole-Self is communication
with the stars.

the history of this world is so deep
so absolutely breathtaking
as a spiritual experiment
through identity.

i imagine the Book of Earth as an organ
within the Great Conscious Thing
as a living experience that just is
without mythology, without bias
just the quake of a crashing
higher mind.

my feet are still cold.

will i discover in my lifetime?
give expansion to the spirit as proxy
so that when my humanpet removes herself
i will be taken home satisfied
from my adventure.
MOTHER, i don't want to leave you
until i get full compassion from you.
i have remained laced in the stream
of your children growing greener
and i want us all to acquire REAL EYES.
i want to realize.
i desire and request
personal freedom.
what stubborn piece of paper must i show
just to take leave from where i was born.
what law of morality has been sewn into
the mind of the commoner.
i need to give my bleeding mind a head.
i need the external memory of a world whom
i adored birth in.
why do newborns weep so bitterly?
i cannot live in fear
i cannot live in fear;
i demand paradise!
i will not be lazy in the maintenance of health.
if this was land without war i would sweat by the land
for i'd be elated to participate.

mercy for our body!
you have come to a beautiful PLACE:
glory for the art strokes of nature
and, curses, christ! to those who will not stop and look.
the earth is stunning.
she is the grandest woman of your life, imagine,
your
mother
is seducing.
is it within you to understand beauty?
i wish against ignorance:
i seep inward bringing consciousness to
positive vibration.
i send it home to my spiritual self at intellectual play
flying through the skies and
if it detours at linger amongst the people
so be it.

am i right to consider life on a question of higher
existence still with quarks and quality?
connection between souls must simply get deeper
until it is One.

but then,
is this character lonely?

the emotion frequency involved with this planet
is a raw actuality
we as a species
is cretinous to.
JUST GO SOMEWHERE
TO HEAR A WOLF CRY.
i have heard the symphony
and had never felt so passionately alive.
there were many wolves playing in the darkness that night.

mother.

we phenotypes have faults.
what if no one was boring or evil?
where is natural vaudevillian,
should we comprise our attention to creation
and dispel that thing of luster.
greed causes us addictions we may only conquer
as forfeit incarnation.
we cannot abolish greed, we must abandon it!
that looking at the mountain peak,
beaten to your erection,
is the bliss of this breathing.
the water body from puddle to endless shore
is a miracle your own
divine hand
manipulated into livelihood.

subsistence here is solid ground.
this is the spiritual wake of this life.
i often think to myself about the FAR OUT
but this dirt is the worshiping backbone
that lends me notion root to crown.

if only wealth would spoil,
expire like the vile men it bleeds.
if only institution was lost. banished!

i dream and accept my fate as a dreamer
who will be ridiculed
without contempt
and redeemed
the failure of the syndicate
and live
the happiest life
of all.

i've subjected my soul
to this rawness of human survival;
my life can do what it wants with me.
somehow, i have made it to this moment,
SOMEHOW
WE
HAVE MADE IT TO THIS MOMENT
people just
sit
and absorb the world.
lay back in comfort,
that feeling of confidence alone
connects you to life everywhere.
lay back! be at peace
and in the moment:
every moment of peace
is a moment superior
for celebration.

warmth.