someplace I can see the mountains

someplace i can see the mountains I AM far over the rooftops ridges in the mistwe are in golden sunlight under purple sky mad energy direct from RA

Lucrates, Mr. Sweetleaf & Mebarefootstanding on the roof Ozan slipped down trying to climb up in his socks he brought us a such a glorious fat spliff

birds in yellow and pinkfly toward the mountains--craziest cloud formations i ever saw taking me back to the amazon 14 years oldwith dad on the riverboat i took a picture of the sunset

here now aotearoa land of the long white cloud where Polly and i talk blissed acid trips energy & the Way memories of the flood we survived together & the whole Rainbow family dancing in the streets of Haast shivering with joy in the suburban void

powerlines leading up to the cross don't obstruct the view--they paint the lines of a masterpiece faroff siren and off beat tribal drum in the garden below--perfect soundtrack to the fivestar film called RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW

wind in my hair and the last few streaks of orange refuse to say their goodnight's until finally Ra tucks in the last of his divine sunray children and i sing them a lullaby in love with the jagged horizon someplace I can see the mountains I AM

while we sleep (love before first sight)

love cannot wait for the moment

our eyes meet

so our spirits sneak out and liaison

while we sleep

revolución. de amor. ahora.

REVOLUTION OF LOVE

Hugs to all en mass

Spreading the vibe of white light all over the WORLD with Radical living

Song and dance.

A desire and unfolding fulfillment of all hearts being connected will be EXPONENTIAL!!!!

We will break down the invisible castle walls that pervade our daily interactions, that leave us in our inner bubble thinking of the self instead of the grander self of all that IS.

Turning of the world's attention outward to all life, seeing the universe as ONE holy infinite timeless wonder, one sacred moment in boundless mystery, along with a realization that HEAVEN is on EARTH and within our power to achieve, by mass radical love, manifesting itself in each action.

An army of light will rise up and show the world a new way, a sustainable utopia of community is possible- focus on the white Light flowing between all souls and LIVE AS ONE

REVOLUTION

and this is how i know we are one

the tree that shades my head against the heat took root
in the dust of my ancestor's remains

i, too, will one day turn to earth
and the grass will pay homage to my memory
by growing thick and lush
and my great grandchildren will free their toes
in its glorious green and laugh

and i laugh too, for i am content
with my part in the great unending cycle

but-- i will not rest until
i have made of it the best & i will
climb up up to the crest of existence and

leap!

that's death
and i am
at peace
with this.

a leaf being slowly lowered to the earth
by the dancing hands of the wind

snow in the spring sun, melting without protest
plays martyr to the thirst of budding green

dandelions being blown to pieces by overzealous children
give life to the next yellow-headed generation...

it's all a bell
ringing on and on
resonating from the heart of Life
and existence is just an echo

i understood

my eyes are open

but i walk through fields of dreams

i am stronger today

less a boy and more a man

ah, the infinite questions

better to focus on one another's eyes

we don't pretend to know what this is

labels do not suffice to explain the actions of the soul

i have learned

not to hold my heart back, to let it dance

and when i opened my arms to the sun

(to you) i felt my soul bloom like a lotus and i

understood

bones

skin longs to be
against skin

and flesh
against flesh
(the eternal desire)

but bones, bones
our bones
reunite

only in the grave.

bluebird

i am the innocent misled bluebird
that tried to fly inside the house one year
& was cruelly denied by a fresh & sparkling window.
stunned
because all he wanted was to explore his world
a little deeper.

it's not so easy, being an adventurer
but i'll pick myself from the gravel
& fly again.

aventura

...the realities (some delicious, some harsh) of our dreams are in the tiny details, the ones you can only see when they get right up in your face...

i set out tomorrow, along with two dear friends, on a grand adventure. we will ride our bikes to canada, bringing guitars to play in the streets for food money, stealth camping or couchsurfing by night, pedaling on to whatever the road may bring by day... this will last through the end of july, if all goes according to plan / desire and i am indeed accepted to volunteer for invisible children, in which case i'll be flying to san diego at the beginning of august.

you can follow our trip over at the three busketeers, our trip blog. it has an interactive google map, pictures, writing contributions from all of us, and of course a DONATE button! :) we don't have very much money.

during this journey i will be writing as much as possible. every single day. taking into account every detail of the Life inside and outside of me. some of that may find a home on this blog, maybe, maybe not.

i hope that you find peace in your heart

i hope that love will touch you

i hope that you realize the beauty around you and marvel at it

i hope you are filled with Life.

“What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? -it's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” - Jack Kerouac, from On the Road

the truth about geysers / the subterranean tango

somewhere, deep, underground

there is a hallowed dancefloor where i tango with my one true love

we are subterranean dolphins doing backflips in the dirt

and when we come to the surface

to breathe through the eyes in our backs,

they call it a geyser.

we may be Old but we will be Faithful

until the muddy end.

the price

painted steel & wood frameworks arch high into the blue
rush of wind and whirr of rollers on twisted tracks

the masses curse the length of hot sweaty zigzagging lines
that they paid the price of a dozen meals to stand in

i want to lose my voice screaming
but not while a child loses her voice permanently!

starved

& her mother's parched vocal cords no longer can sound the pained melody
of the mourning song
you could barely hear it,
the city's rumble-grumble of greed
drowning her out

along with me, and you, and the screams
the click-click-clack of the coaster track & rush of wind
drowning her out

pushing past the site of her grief
to secure our place in line
for a thirty second thrill

rolling to a halt all dizzy and just in time
to buy a ten dollar sandwich and curse
the price.

may seven

the river flows buena onda
smooth beats the rhythm of my essence
and sprained ankles can still tap to the music...
living, it's a flow, it's love
it's a piano played for the audience of the universe with nothing but joy the reward
it's laughter & desire, thanks
to the spirit that moves in me and you and her and him
makes us all DANCE
holding hands in a rainbow circle of the soul green grass in our toes...

freedom comes from the inside
it's what bows the violin of an Auschwitz musician
it's the pen of the drafted poet in boot camp
and every man seeks what he has already
deep inside

some say that the effect of closing one's eyes is a temporary blindness
but the truth is
to look within is to zoom out panorama widescreen
and the whole world lies in a single human heart

my heart aches

to be with those with whom i have once connected on that soul level
the ones with whom i've shared beautiful moments, beautiful but fleeting
be it weeks, days, or hours, our time was short
and one or both of us was forced by circumstance and distance to return to our separate lives

CJ in Harrisburg... you became like my sister in only two sleepless days and nights, living radically to save lives, walking around in the city barefoot at 5AM & laughing
Diana G, wherever she is... music & the love of life brought us together the evening of valentines day
Abi, [insert higher power of choice] knows where you are, other than in my fondest memories, i wish we were still in argentina reveling in freedom and joy, snowboarding, drinking local beer and dancing to reggae
George from ? who I talked to about life on the Capitol steps for hours in the middle of the night... you told my your stories and i told you my plans and we smiled because we knew we were kindred spirits even though i think you're thirty years older
Johanna... i miss laughing deeper than anything with you & protecting you from guys twice my size in the club, and hiking up Cerro Otto & i know that you are my second sister
Heloisa in Brasil, peaceful teacher and soul-mentor... we danced and meditated and shared our wisdom and love in broken spanish & it was so beautiful...you welcomed me into your home and heart like none other...

all of these hold pieces of my heart & they are scattered across the globe. of course there are those with whom i am still with geographically, and those with whom i have been able to commune with for years of our lives, and i do not discount them in the least... however, in this moment my collective yearning is for these beautiful people whose physical existences were aligned with mine for only a short time...a flash in the vastness of time and space but each moment was a star a shooting star and may it be that we may see one another once again and dreams of stars will turn into smiling eyes.

connection is magical. when we feel so ALIVE and everything is beautiful because our souls reach out and hug each other's. we know the truth of life without knowing or needing the words for it.

and now i will hobble back to my room resting in the knowledge that it wasn't all a dream. every wonderful experience, transcendental moment, loving encounter, beautiful life-filled time that i have had has always seemed so surreal when looking back on it, almost unbelievable like i saw a movie through my own eyes... and it's always accompanied by some kind of pain, i suppose because what was once is no longer... it's a good pain, it's the ache that reminds us we are alive and it's buried deep in the chest where our faithful hearts keep pumping the blood that lets us live on for another day of seeking life & love & a soul to connect with.

and if we are Lovers of Life

we will take care of our mother the earth
we will love our fellow man without inhibition or fear
we will rejoice at the color in the grass and they sky and give thanks when the winds stroke our hair
we will open our minds and hearts to all
we will give of ourselves and what we have with joy
we will do everything we can to help the unfortunate, dry tears and save lives
we will be driven by passion for all life sentient and non-sentient, preserving, sending love into the atmosphere
we will fill the earth with positive energy
we will be free radicals never saying no unless it endangers love or life
we will never stop learning of others, their cultures and what makes their souls smile

we will sing and dance and lie in the grass because this dirt and these trees, friends and beasts and our very lives are all one

yesterday / dawn

ayer yo vi la cara
del viento, y en sus ojos
pude ver la sangre
de un mil corazones rotos.

translation:

yesterday i saw the face
of the wind, and in its eyes
i could see the blood
of a thousand broken hearts.

i like it better in spanish. like most things. spanish is beautiful, it's like a golden misty morning.

exactly one week ago i came home at 5 AM and chanced to look up into the sky. the stars were bright like backlit diamonds. i took my sleeping bag and two blankets and climbed onto the roof of my shed where it's mostly flat. from that throne i watched the sky as it turned from black to navy to blue to lighter blue and orange began to fan itself up further and further and then i fell asleep. it was beautiful.

sueño de la madrugada

in my dream we rise together

in my dream we never sleep

in my dream our souls are free

to leave our bodies in the deep

in my dream you are my lover

in my dream i have a heart

in my dream you take my hand and whisper

never shall we part.

who am i

a little spanish poem of the moment

esto es lo que yo no puedo explicar
como la luna, cada noche, grita por el mar

pero dame una mano y vamos a vagar
yo se solamente que quiero explorar!

my art

i am bursting with ideas since coming up with a new photo technique. (i'm sure others have done it as well, but i thought it in my head uninfluenced...) it involves long exposures in a completely dark room and manual fired flashes and sometimes flashlights. a glimpse of the insanity:

one day i shall not be contained

my skin is tingling with energy

i can't stop moving and i want more than anything to frolic free long into the night with anyone and everyone who feels this same massive exploding yearning to abandon cares and caution and "maturity" and to be mad insane radical children exploring the world all wide-eyed bringing home frogs in our pockets...

one day not so far away i will have the freedom to do that. but for now, i am forced to sit inside this tomb and dream...

the sliding glass door

i saw a child of maybe three, a boy with curly black hair and an innocent face, running towards me from the other side of a clean curved piece of glass inside a curved wall. it was clear to me that i was inside some sort of fancy room and he, out. he did not stop as he ran at the glass. his face made contact at the cheek and stuck, while the rest of his body rose effortlessly from the ground. his neck was bent to facilitate a position of flying, and he smiled as he waved his limbs. i was quite delighted. it became clear to me that the glass was a door that could slide, and i stepped forward and pressed a red button on the wall. the glass began to slide, but the boy was not carried to the left along with it. he stayed in the middle of the opening while the glass slid along his chubby cheek. he was still flying and smiling. before the edge of the door reached him

i woke up.