... god keeps finger painting in the sky.
night after night.
smearing pastel paint across the ceiling of the atmosphere.
the hallways of all ways.
we look down at ourselves wading through painted passion...
called to arms
to love.
the "arms" of an embrace.
hear the sweet songs sung by spirits in the clouds that hang
in this fingerpainted sunset.
only seers see the spirits here.
they whisper songs that tell us
STAY AWAKE.
...so you can keep others awake
and collectively we can wake those that sleep.
Eyes that open one by one like daffodils in spring.
together we spring to life.
Shaken and Awaken
from this hazy dream we've been in for far too long.
:
- ...phoenix.kaivalya...
- :, Indonesia
- I do not speak my truth to antagonize you.... I share this swollen river running -- This waterfall of faith-- because it flows from me like lennon's endless rain.... --my paper cup: this poem-- to which an endless string of words spill out and on to... I stain the sentences with abundant articulations that boil inside of me... I thirst, I starve, I crave. and all that quenches... all that can satiate me is to open the faucet and allow the words to run... They skip and dance across themselves... They formulate on their way out like fireworks deciding which way they will face when they open and sizzle in the night air... And when they do... it's a sight to behold. It shocks me like the boom, and takes me aback to see what has emerged. And Keroac knew. He knew all along... that I was one. As my words explode like spiders across the sky... I watch in staggering wonder at my truth revealed and know that I am home here. I have taken my vow... signed in blood... solemnly sworn myself in... been hazed and pinky promised... and I know... without the shadow of a doubt... that I am a mad one. ...and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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