via Jim Fry
Look, deeply into the mirror, see, your reflection, and then beyond. I'll await, to meet you & celebrate motionless pendulums.
your voice & heartsongs, have reached my ear, & i hear them, carried upon the breeze,
From one connection, sweetly blossoms a bevy of emotions.
My concept of Burning Man is that it is a reflection of an alternative response to the rigid and structured world we live in, a place, a space, a time to rhyme and explore the subtle, the overt, the gregarious and sublime.
My every emotion, thought and deed, cascades consequence; your every touch forever impacts, in cascading consequence.
May my touch, be a poem upon your skin.
I'm auburn aligned. It is imprinted upon my soul. They have each left their gingerprints across my heart and mind.
I wanna know, so please release, your heart's lyrical songs, melodies & passions, tell me who you are, what moves you and rocks your realm.
"The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image."
and the closest we've come
to explaining why,
is because it was you,
and because it was I.
upon herself & creation
and smiled in the bliss of being
moment by moment
we become a new we
shaped and annealed
in pure alchemy to be
into fused being
beyond tidal flows,
on the crest of waves,
propelled beyond comfort,
ejected into the vast unknown ...
What remains, without a story ... static embraced. Essential potential, incendiary passions ... an artist's own canvas.
Now I leave the quantifications and constructed abstractions, behind ... like so many cuneiforms, symbolizing the metaphors of language.
yes, my spirit seeks to flee these bounds, of this vehicle's encasement ...
Bound and revoked, the spells cast upon and within,
conveying reflections, words expressed, evoke responses and agreements.
i am sweetly impacted by all she left behind, for me to find.
Animation held in this find, dancing sovereign souls, engagements of like mind.
Step 1: Hunter Gather the Supplies. Due caution is advised if your foraging will be done at Whole Foods. Many of their parking lots are Skinner Traps and survival is far from assured.
upon one canvas,
colored by our perceptions,
adapting through the receptions,
generating the multiverses and realities,
I've witnessed the splendor and majesty
of our garden planet, beyond urban travesty.
A beautiful dance, the artist's prance in creative stance
as nuance and novelty emerges providing perspective
mirroring the reflections of the inner landscapes
With imagination unbound, all that's possible is found
across so many lives
within so many dreams
two souls intersecting again
each time meeting fresh script
my salvation seemed elusive
and hampered by becoming reclusive
as i withdrew from majesty and interrelation
seeking relief and solace from my dark interpretation
Fumbling with speech since i was a child
another path to communicate was inspired
as my soul sought to release passions and fire.
My presence is not molded or predefined,
following no path as i meander in flexibility.
from enacted presence in each moment,
with the experience fully embraced,
comes freedom of response.
It's all been exposed and expressed
deepest scars, sensations and speculations
only from this exposure, are secrets dis-empowered
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