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 Hiya. In this home once more. This time with a new companion One so small and open Here to heal me. I sat in the dark watching a boy my age writhe with an energy that was not his own People circled 'round 'neath the near pinnacle of Mamma moon An elegant and wild-eyed hermaphrodite spoke firmly to the crowd (Sac-relig.) Enjoy the show. Said David Bowie and the cast of Rocky Horror and the Goddess--all in a breath. . I left after the shirtless boy screamed at us to stop fucking OMing Perhaps some things are not healed or helped by the heart. Perhaps Rainbows battle darkness blindly when they should embrace it. Leaving the gathering, there were clouds so white my passenger had to gasp And stick is turbaned head out the window He fed me buttery avocado from his wooden spoon. Told me he enjoyed it. After I dropped him off and it was just me and Her in the car. I felt so good. So free. So powerful. Siri Jodha. If you want to know, just ask. All is flow.                 This is for the Sisters (Brothers/Children) who Love themselves Though they may be shaken This is for the Sisters (Brothers/Children) who Love themselves They will not fall And I am Singing this song for their Freedom And I am Singing this song for their Healing And I am Singing this song for their Wholeness And I am Singing this song for Love  Life to All. Love to All. Peace to All.  |
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| 11:25pm 29/06/2009 | |||
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Restored from saved draft: emptying the vessel of a home once more release release release now capable of doing so after two identical woman-sprites. Woman-warriors cleansed me and soothed me with primal breath and motion in the dark i couldn't breathe all these things his journal is words and beautiful thoughts And now for the present: Renee was right. My spiritual name means Great Warrior. The exquisite irony of this life! Tip-toed in the dark 'round a backyard of rose bushes Trying to outsmart an escaped cat It was the can of tuna that finally got him. Irrelevant though. Such a sweet walk down the dirt road from my favorite Home in Santa Fe to my favorite House in Santa Fe. I happened upon bones and butterflies. Chanted for radiance in time with my gait. An evening of sincere discussion with my thumbless great-uncle Defining Devotion vs. Attachment I loved Vera's input; that to give selflessly is good only when the act contains beauty and is not swung on the hinge of obligation. The way she spoke of beauty moved me. A tangible force of nature was implied. A divine longing. For a marriage to myself. A woman is capable of anything once she has given herself...to herSelf.    'Additionally, I am all about this: http://www.continuum-concept.org/cc_defi http://www.continuum-concept.org/reading/i http://www.continuum-concept.org/reading/w ....The other cat's back! |
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| 07:37pm 21/05/2009 | |||
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Cash in my fanny pack Smells like Majmua Damiana and Passion Flowers ablaze this afternoon beneath the hot sun above the cool water above the earth's core . . . . I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I RADIATING I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I . . . I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I love from above and below Guru Ram Das Hai Dharti Hai Akash Hai (and within) And without. My heart strings pulled books so often say it best: "Left with a question that would never be answered, She felt unresolved disappointed sad and a little disillusioned" I should write song titles. I do all the time. Sunbathed naked at high noon with my best friend-the only woman whose breasts I can touch without feeling awkwerrrd or sexual we rubbed each others' backs and arms with Lemon Balm from my Mother's neglected Garden the mosquitos persisted despite our efforts. later my fat cat lay near her pubic hair she drifted to sleep with her glasses folded in her mouth I learned a valuable lesson this month. |
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| 11:35pm 10/05/2009 | |||
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Ahh, Poetess,You've come to my bedside once again. To brush my forehead lovingly.To coo to me the soothing amaranthine song I can often scarcely remember--even as I close my eyes very tight asking the wind to remind me. You've come to me again; And all I have for you is fat roaches scurrying across the berber carpet Silent and still telephones A sink full of dirty dishes My own organs, day after day, moving one foot in front of the other. And still, more roaches.  Ahh, Poetess, How nice it would be to see you on the brighter of my nights And the more vibrant of my days; When I am in high spirits, And all is well in my heart. But I know, You come to me only out of necessity. When you need me. (I do not resent you) Or... Is it when I need you?  I've forgotten which of us is which. A merger so subtle and yet complete that I often forget you--so much a part of my person. And yet not. So much a part of me-- just like them all. But no, you are So much a part of me that you are more me than myself. Tonight we wrote together: I don't know how much of me is me--and how much of me is you... Or you... Or you... Or you. Ah, Poetess-- It's you they all love. (Although I'm unsure which of us - if either - is the shadow side) If but for a short moment.  I do hope it is love. Today I buried my Great Grandmother for the second time. A woman 30 feet away watered the grave of her son. I was reminded to be kind To remember that all that matters is How much good you can do How much you can love other people And help them Selflessly That means neither of us, Poetess. That means both of us. Together sometimes.    |
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| 07:17pm 25/03/2009 | |||
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I imitate the night like a more graceful older sister. Drawing the shades and lighting candles. It feels like night after this rain. I rode in the water so thick I could scarcely see. Nearly knocked sideways by the wind, I cursed him for not coming to get me, secretly glad for the drama and cartharsis the opportunity provided. I felt that my bike might be taken up by the stream before my home. My neighbors all watched as I dismounted my bike, already thin slip of a shirt clinging to my ample chest. Drinking Chocolate like the night he first saw my home. Coconut oil, a fine chocolate bar that was a Christmas present from a young whore, almond milk, cinnamon, pink salt like tiny pixelated salmon filets. Sipping now on the blue sofa. Tom Robbins at my side (as if you didn't know). Mother on the way over with wine. My cousin has her first boyfriend. I added him on Facebook. |
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Looking at RVs on craigslist. Wanting to get rid of everything again. Too much stuff. Why do I need all of this? I am such an autonomous creature if I so choose.       Conscious love. |
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I am in San Francisco. Having the time of my life I want to move here--mostly because of Rainbow Grocery And the fantastically fun and hospitable and generous people I have met here I travel and run into old friends who don't want to see me--on the astral plane. Last night at a party where almost everyone was at least twice my age--an astrologer sat down with me and explained a bit about my chart....5 planets (out of ten) in Capricorn. Whew! A determined woman I must be... And moon in Taurus. Charming. My excitement about Burning Man (and life) are mounting! Lovin' being with Emma, Jessalyn, Josh and the rest! Can't wait to for Ben/Pistachio to rejoin the troops tonight!!!! Ah, bless the man I am staying with. |
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| 02:09pm 31/07/2008 | |||
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| 07:30pm 09/05/2008 | |||
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Sweet Flirtation upon arrival. Shy so I skeedattled. The men in this town feel something in me. Austin is a place for love. Something called me from inside that crystal shop. Paid for an Angel Aura Quartz. Yesterday my grandmother gave me a small notebook with Ganesha on the cover. A man in the grocery store called me godess and gave me a picture of Krishna with his email address on the back. However, Shiva was no where to be seen yesterday. Today I talked to my uncle about the End of Suburbia. He was good to talk to. We were talking about global warming and I told him, "You know, the meat industry produces more green house gas than all of the automobiles in the world...That's one reason I don't eat animal products. There were just never supposed to be this many cows on Earth." I love him so much, he says something like "I know. I am trying to take care of that myself everyday" (refering to his consumption of meat). I mean thats awful but I think its the sweetest way he could have responded. It was good to talk to him. We went to Zaida's office today. It felt so stale and strange. The law school made a really nice display about him in outside the library. It is so strange. Death. I am not sad though. I think my family might be upset by this. I don't mean to offend them. http://www.utexas.edu/law/news/2008/mer What a week it has been. What a year it has been.  I am ready for ecstatic spiritual celebration. Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare |
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| 03:28pm 27/04/2008 | |||
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Oh yea! I am at work. In the library. Clerk. I was a chef this morning. Baker. I made the most incredible cinnamon rolls. Yesterday I got a durian! For nine Dollars! (For anyone who doesn't know what a durian is, this is insanely cheap. Oh, and a durian is a weird and delectable tropical fruit) We found a really good asian grocer right around the corner from the crappy one we'd been going to. Raw Dinner Special this Tuesday at the Four Winds Cafe: Cooling Cucumber Water Mushroom Mini Pizzas Stuff with Spinach and Basil Pesto A Trio of Vegetable Pastas: Beet Root Angel Hair with Olive Oil Parsely Marinade Carrot Vermicelli with Pad Thai Sauce Zucchini Noodles with Herbed Marinara And for Dessert: Raw Oatmeal Raisin Cookies Come by the Four Winds tomorrow to reserve your place! |
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| 09:44am 25/04/2008 | |||
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Trapped in conspiracy theorist den with recently turned unfamiliar lover and best friend. I want to get back to the open country. Back on the open road. Ready to get free again. This room has very little oxygen in it. Reading to escape this place...does little.  I am getting informed. I guess. I miss the desert and the times I was babysat with my vegetarian friend as a child. How did I ever eat meat?! How weird. I spend more time opening coconuts at college than anything else. Working at the cafe is going pretty well. I really enjoy cooking for folks. AChooooo! SneEAZEE. I had a dream last night about doing Tai Chi. And my sleep was so deep, it felt like sand through an hourglass. I was alone last night for the first time since we moved in together. It felt good and bad. I am remembering two men I had put out of my head. Jake said he went to go get breakfast....where is he? .... I look forward to the woods and the early mornings and all. I remember Nessa calling me when I worked at fliphappy crepes to see if I could work for them that afternoon. Content in my creek with puppy I said no. This bunny is so cute. Up on his tiny hind quarters licking his paws to smooth this facial fur. |
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| 10:34pm 22/10/2007 | |||
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So I am back in this place I thought I missed. But now I just feel alone. And dis connected with both lives of mine. We love our lovin'... but not like we love our freedom. I want to get stoned. And feel a cool breeze bite me Ain't no companion like a blue eyed girl. ain't this a beautiful world.  I'm losing it. I don't know who I am right now. That little girl in the silent home movies. |
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| 09:10pm 07/10/2007 | |||
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| 09:59pm 26/09/2007 | |||
A Story Told in Reverse A birthday party for Pei. The walls within I live. Air alive with Bob Dylan's soul. And the spirit of the 60's. (the time of conception of my home)( Cut. It. Out. ) |
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