Gliding star

The star
With each passing glimpse
Glides higher up in the night sky
While my love for you is the same

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It’s that type of love

Would I give my life for her?
Would I sacrifice everything, for her?
Would I let my self be a puppet to her strings?
Would I trust her… with every god damn thing?

When there’s darkness, there’s nothing else but silence
When there’s a room, there’s nothing but my body and my heart in it
When there’s gain, there’s always loss so in the end there’s really nothing
There’s ponder about the great wide universe
An indication
And something to believe in

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Needy soul

Missing people when they’re right here
Thoughts of missing people when they’re gone
Memories of people and missing them
Missing people when they’re right here
Thoughts of missing people when they’re gone
Missing what could have been
Missing when there’s nothing really missing
Missing people when they’re right here

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Wild Shiva

He’s got long dreadlocks and blue-black patchy skin
He dances atop planets and creates cosmos with every turn
His dance is powerful and wild
He widens his eyes and sticks out his red tongue.

Shiva dances with passion amid the cosmos
He can erupt a volcano with the snap of a finger
He spreads the earth apart with a hand gesture
He can overflow a mountain and give water to the foothill villages with a twirl of his hair
The people of the forest scream and stomp their sticks to hail to the god of destruction
They paint their faces with mud and emulate a tiger’s growl.

The ancient Aryans ride into the South Asian subcontinent in their horse-pulling chariots. They bring agriculture, clothes, and script.
There’s a battle between the indigenous and the invaders. A thousand and thousand year conflict and war. The sun worshipers and the worshipers of earth. The dance of the drums and the burning spear of sharpened steel. The overtaking and development of land; the formation of rice paddies and the sinkholes that consume. The massacre of children and the killing of sages. Dagger to stone clubs. Gold, silver, and pearls over a bed of flowers.
The Aryan takeover.
A thousand year more, and a thousand things more taken. Names upheld, tasks given.
Sages take cannabis to go where there’s happiness. It meditates them out of this world into the universe.

Amid the cosmos, there’s a tribal face. Amid cosmos, Shiva stomps with power and grace.

The god of all beings. The lord of sacred things. Uninhibited, unbound, unrestraint, and free. Wild, with the mighty strength of a tiger constellation.

He hithers forward; the universe shaking with each agile step.

His skin; blue-black and patchy, and there’s a snake on his neck. He widens his eyes and opens his mouth; bright and red. There’s a roar and the world is dead.

The sage’s trance is broken and he opens his fearful eyes, breaking sweat.

Outside the window there’s a civilized world filled with concrete, heat wave, and the lonesome walking dead.

 

What an OK day worth remembering

Took a day off work on Friday just because. Woke up, drank water, had an easy summer morning walk, ate fruity breakfast, relaxed, ate lunch, napped, chilled, then bicycled.

Woke up well rested on Saturday while it was still morning and as the amazing sun was rising. Drank water, ate fruity breakfast, relaxed. Went on an afternoon bike ride, stopped at a shady spot and did outdoors yoga after a long time and it felt really good. Had lunch. Relaxed. Went outside again for a walk near the trails to check out some snails and other insects.

I’m always in heaven when I’m outside in warm weather. I usually tell people that I live by the yin yang philosophy; either you’re resting or you’re moving; which doesn’t mean much to people and it ain’t anything deep, but it’s kind of apathetic and usually just makes sense to me.

I met up with a friend that evening and we went to a local downtown. We watched an old movie that was playing outside behind an old library that smelled like my former elementary school. She sang a couple of songs and we left half way and called it a night.

I was so relatively happy. What an OK day worth remembering.

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We roll

We roll, over meadows and grassy mixture, among weeds and loose earth, on rich soil and grainy sand, pebbles and twigs, mulch and mud, pavement and dust
We roll, tumbling down arching land, fumbling in grit and lush, caught in thistles and thorns, freed in the fragrance of grassy air
Teased by floral wafts, eyes see only your eyes
World spins around as planned
Fate has it all mapped down
We roll through it round and round
Our bodies kissing

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