Day Thirty Eight

feeling like a dead tree today

as an artist

although my portfolio of work 

seems dead and long buried away in my memories

some value is beginning to emerge

as valued inspiration maybe 

as history revisited maybe 

as a moment in time expressed through creative eyes maybe

"come smell the flowers of the night" 

a book i wrote 

during 

the first joint 

american-soviet rock concert 

outside moscow 

1987

ourmove.org

selling a dead peace of art 

to bring new life 

into the

 heart of loving oneself

decades later

inspiration turned into gold 

while completely depressed 

by not being

 completely present in the bliss

i am feeling like the dead tree

inspiration of decomposition

i am so sorry son

O

beloved one

Day Thirty Seven

the skies were blue very blue today

the two hour ride to and from filled the journey 

of seeing mom again

her christmas wish was to take her home

a wish that will only come true when she passes from this world

the journey home 

was filled with conversations with my twelve year old son 

about

The Beloved

challenges of the heart... challenges of understanding... challenges of seeing clearly

transformations

of 

blue skies within and blue skies without 

integrating 

the oneness

i remember decades ago giving everyone in my family a copy of 

jimmy cliff singing

"i can see clearly now" 

my son and i are both wishing to see clearly now

and 

for everyone to be 

happy

Day Thirty Six

home alone tonight

paradise utopia

the heart loving oneself

breaking barriers of past programmed realities

open honest authentic heart communication

expressing

 oneself as oneself

wishing words were touch

i am 

am-ness

loving 

Day Thirty Five

i received a spontaneous act of love today

a simple act of love

so simple so 

pure

it lite up my whole day

transformed the energy of the day

surrounded me in a cocoon of loving gratitude 

made me know

how meaningful and important 

the

 simplest actions  

can have on a person 

on the world

be the love. share the love. 

Day Thirty four

meditating on 

what it would be like 

meeting you

without eyes to see you

without ears to hear you 

without a nose to smell you

without skin to feel you

without a mouth to taste you

what would my intuition tell me?

what would i know of you? 

love meeting love

so seemingly senseless

Day Thirty three

Shifting through the ages as if shifting through the moments aren't enough

how many 

'heart attacks'

can a twelve year old have in one day 

did any one see that imaginary truck that hit me head on

what is imagined what is reality

what is a reality and what is a dream

looking for the god particle in order to create a new universe or two

will you dance with me?

to the sounds of silence

Ki Maah

Day Thirty two

peace 

peace-love-freedom

pelodom

twenty five years ago 

the nine month walk across america 

with the 

great peace march

ended

the transition was difficult

as are all transitions at the end of a great journey

today

remembering 

Cirrus Wood 

infinite and eternal blessings 

for those brave enough to walk their walk

be the love. share the love.