jujube/mahalo
cassia
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JUJUBE (expotentially)
Across thousands & thousands of improbable miles,
out where the uncanniest affinities thrive,
circle within crazy circle where the nautiloid begins,
that spiral unfurling, lucid and deep
in the red rem rock sleep of your best
acoustic dreams, the wild west & there
you are, decked in beefy orange particulates,
your subatomic cherry lips and Shakti-shimmering
aquamarine eyes, binary luster, yes you go
sparkly dayglo girl, your hair honeycombed
and electric in radiant diamond webs
of high amped surpassing happiness
up at the soaring altitude in which you live
in your high energy bee-buzzed freedom
just being you--the epitome of all things: wonderful
***
MAHALO
Diving off the coast of Kailua
in lava-cooled skins among fresh stones,
we weave through black pumice rainbows
and thresher sharks,
taking in the astounding color of corals
underwater beehives
flower rock wormholes
in the pure fluid space of first-time.
Down deep
(and way out), fish pearl
up in their own kind of light,
bioluming well into their
perpetual moonlit kingdoms of midnight,
all angels of dark wetness & intuition,
sensing with small blind eyes
truth as it rises toward a watermelon sun
not felt this far below, but understood
like seawild honey, the magma within.
Across thousands & thousands of improbable miles,
out where the uncanniest affinities thrive,
circle within crazy circle where the nautiloid begins,
that spiral unfurling, lucid and deep
in the red rem rock sleep of your best
acoustic dreams, the wild west & there
you are, decked in beefy orange particulates,
your subatomic cherry lips and Shakti-shimmering
aquamarine eyes, binary luster, yes you go
sparkly dayglo girl, your hair honeycombed
and electric in radiant diamond webs
of high amped surpassing happiness
up at the soaring altitude in which you live
in your high energy bee-buzzed freedom
just being you--the epitome of all things: wonderful
***
MAHALO
Diving off the coast of Kailua
in lava-cooled skins among fresh stones,
we weave through black pumice rainbows
and thresher sharks,
taking in the astounding color of corals
underwater beehives
flower rock wormholes
in the pure fluid space of first-time.
Down deep
(and way out), fish pearl
up in their own kind of light,
bioluming well into their
perpetual moonlit kingdoms of midnight,
all angels of dark wetness & intuition,
sensing with small blind eyes
truth as it rises toward a watermelon sun
not felt this far below, but understood
like seawild honey, the magma within.
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"..and all I can do is listen; listening is the definition of love..."
Even though,
thoughts arise
like butterflies.....
Ok, so two little differences, but a total shake up of possibilities...
so even though these thoughts keep arising...
and later, when I saw that "arrive" was the right verb, it altered my perception.
Ideally, we contain both...both our original interpretation and the truly real.
wow, so see....thoughts Arise like butterflies....
the thoughts
from Within....
and perhaps then when you say Arrive...is more external, more intrusive, more haunting...and uncontrollable ...maybe why he's chasing them away
and thinking of non-thinking, haha
Krishnamurti, etc. and getting that place of glorious
NON thought...butterfly free...you are the Butterfly
one cocoon, one chrysalis
the stillness before and after chasing
the pure even flow of being: Love
makes the drinks, dream conversations..."
Adrian Henri
the soup
that is
before
the
butterfly
have you ever noticed how LOFTY Soup is NOT.
never do you hear the expresssion
"Soups are free"
I only ask because you quoted Adrien Henri in your last post, and didn't know if these were a collection of his works or anyone else's works or anything like that.
Regardless of who wrote it, I found myself licking the computer screen to absorb every flavor.
Beauti and ful
butterfly* fondue
~~~
if you feel like the soup before...
would that make you primordial soup,
eh?
peta: * no actually butterflies were harmed in the melting of the gruyere....
yes, twas me
that penned herein
i try to be really careful when i quote, i will at least use
quotation marks and give initials...
like jk for kerouac, ep pound etc.....
and wow thanks for the compliment, rad
Well then...that's that.
Im getting the pluck outta here
Cassia is souffle
and me feels like blended meaty soup of chicken livers and cheap spices with to much MSG
.....and maybe Pearl Jam can add a new board
*for the poetic challenged and insecure
POST HERE.
im Audi 5000.
"jello koala" or
"jasmine knuckle" or
"january kingdom" or
"jiujitsu karaoke" or
"jason krueger" if Jason and Freddy got married.
Ahhhh, cassia wrote the wonder. She really is THAT good.
Pregnant with delicious Mayo rain
Glow under the hedgerow blossom
Nodding live magic
to the faery kiss of cassia
Thoughts of the sea
Thoughts by the lake
Sweet cassia, return to thee!
She is a master spinner & squiggler, she is!
I sorely miss her beauty and sweetness!
Love you, cass!
why the thick soupweed of shimmering wild wets and hazel gooed donutflowers
eeters and bejigglyworts
tteehaa and toodleloodles and whee morezies morezies melike melike -"
dat cass