It's A Windy Life

21 May 2003

nyc
from brains so amazing ths ilife so beautiful this llife….so real this life 

it’s a windy life

so nice and tight so
smooth and light so bright
it’s a dusty road 
a cotton field full of
grass and coal 
so delicate and rough so
smooth and hard 


so walk lightly and 
do not wear shoes so your feet 
can mature to take the bruise


so wrestle with this and walk with that
and move about and wiggle and listen and 
play and single (sinsblize)? 
You move and altered your
state and upset your morning and at night 
you wake and feel the need to be
who you really are but were not
all day out there in the world where 
you play the game that hurts so 
much you fall apart and tremble inside 
while you ware the mask of 
someone else but cannot know what you
truly are till the pain is so that the 
night stillness speaks so gently to you
and at once because you don’t have 
the virtue now but allow it finally
while there is no choice but hear 
at that time when knowone is 
talking to you and you are not working at
what you want or cannot have but
that quiet moment when god
speaks to you at that stillness that
only you can know is real and true
and honest and clear and right and as black and
white as the pimple on your cheek with
the little black head that has been with you since 
you can remember…. 


It is as clear as
that as clear as the shape of your 
left thumb which is slightly smaller than
your right because it did not get smashed
by the basketball like a few other fingers
on your hands…. Its as clear as 
that        like the
smell of you t-shirt after not showering
all day……like the pattern that you always 
see   when the sun blazes on your eyes on
that hot summer day,  the ring of light
that reminds you of your eye ball and the
light around it and the trail of particles
that move gracefully down with perfect gravity


to the place and time
where you blink  again to bring it back
up    only to fall again and pray 


with this you will till you are
awakened by the necessity of your
bodies desire to release itself of
liquids……..that are much like if not
exactly the same as the fluid that 
allows the particles in your eye
to swim with grace and beauty
and perfect form in organic
europhia….


Amem to all of this 
And more….