ling involving the habits-to-get-me-beaten

Yeah the times get fucked up, sketchy-like. But honestly, isn't that the rut in our piece-of-cosmic-slice that infatuates us all?
You tell me you're as boring as always-been-sober to care.
The times
get fucked
my tongue
gets incredibly vulgar I wish
I had a tap.

Hah.

So, I'm stoned. So,
I just got stoned.
Obviously that's the rant in my passion--
and I can't just sit here
and write poetics.
I listen to ether,
and, LISTEN:
wow.

This world boggles my extraterrestrial mind!
I am
fully human
at my consciousness; and isn't that
a dimension.
ISN'T THE INFERIOR HUMAN TOOL OF
LANGUAGE a goddamn savior?

How could this invention be so
infatuating?
Before I talked of the universal--
now I'm getting dirty.

The times
have changed.

I can say that with sense though they are constant and
in continuum for i know well the riddle
of the Present and the always-presenting.
The times have changed.
And in the next reflection
I will speak of then to NOW
with a lotus at my crown
with a song at my silence
and BE THERE: WOW,
Earth is extraterrestrial.

She this being with every personality.
She a sibling to other worlds.

I know I'm not myself.
Know that I am not speaking in tone
or with boast, just simple understanding of
the human conversion to the spiritual-act-of-Knowing.

Love
is
the
superior.

I fish for words. Truly, my mind
feels as if it moves though water
though I know, really, it is the dense air
of outer space.
I feel! progression in the depths
of the ocean without the energy of propellant,
without any energy at all
just my soul at drift
in the infinitive sky.

How about, the secret of dancing.

Foresight.

The weekend before last, I went to massive gathering.
I had painted onto my forehead with the colour of the third eye
and felt myself withdraw. Days of contemplation passed
when a good friend shared with me the story of her guide
putting this thumb to her forehead--that,
with any sort of coverage
meditation will internalize.

I thanked the universe for this secret deeply.

I have companions who with I give gratitude and salutations
to the universe on impulse, holding hands & open
leaving reality
and speaking to each other fearlessly.
Often there is poetry and always there is
intense honesty.
We speak the mindtongue.
We were given all that we have asked for.
This act of prayer has assumed activity with my individual, too,
and, fascinating!
I feel for myself but have been completed by the world, honestly,
I AM THE UNIVERSE.

I adore the words I know are not true, like I
and me
and my.
I indulge in carnal concepts,
getting dirt upon my hands,
playing with makeshift identities, and
requiting my place to be suspect of the supernatural.
That is why the soul has come to earth
this is why I, a soul certainly involved with yours,
has weakened the spirit to give a mind
to a body in order to walk the earth.
It is in order to walk the earth
and I will not
let myself be consumed by a role in society,
a role of religious decree, or anything of bias.
At this moment & incarnation it would not be real.
It would not be necessary for I am achieved of that
Beyond.


So
When do I get to be a musician?
How can I swim the bottom-seas in human consciousness? I know,
already,
how I get to the sky.