This goes out to John

In ode to John and Dorothy 62 years of marriage
He doth cross over...

Lyrics:
The water is wide, I cannot get oer
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I

Then will my love return to me

So Long John April 28th 14:23

Catch the Wind

Trying to be polite
I’Ve kept my aura tight around me full of holes
full of the sludge of wounds hidden
Programmed default is every single thing is my fault
Default is that I have no control of my mind or emotions
That my body is something to be afraid of … a ticking time bomb
Trust the expert who knows nothing about true vibrant health.
Keep small
Be polite

then I am finding freedom by imagining my aura out nine feet all around instead of eighteen inches
What liberation I feel from this idea of expanse.

Breakfast in America

The myrid of formulations within my thoughts, I seek out corruption within. Those corrupted files that have limited the collective within my frame. The beauty of a holographic Multiverse universe in all directions.


Yessterrrday....
Cellphone’Deadzone
Falling into a hole
Posey left behind in confusion until they are seen again and again
So why do I get my entertainment from seeing plots and schemes?
And idiosy of control as freedom
Free dumb
I choose this?
NOT, well...maybe somewhere \, in my soul, I find the interaction, invigorating,

Programming

think of it... TV shows are called "programs".
We have to admit that most of our thoughts aren't even our own.
"No", you say, "I think what I want to think, I think my own thoughts."
Are old people beautiful? If that seems obvious to you and you say that they are not, then I say you were likely programmed when you were a child about your standards of beauty.

When I was a child I was amazed at wrinkled skin that felt like tissue paper, like it could rip at any time. But the old person was ashamed of those wrinkles and thought she was ugly. My brain sucked that one up. But now I realize that it is health and vitality that is beautiful.