Rest-Possibilities

I want to lead you, all of you -- both Y'ALL and every part of who you are -- into a dark, SAFE place not at all far from where we are now. It's just UNDER your skin I want to SING you in like the Pied Piper stealing the children ONLY I am not fooling anyone nor asking for ransom. I just want to HANG OUT while you all lay about, relaxing. Excitation expanding, excitement unnecessary. Sleep deep. I will sit SENTRY for centuries: cooking enveloping massaging warm oil into your thirsty top layer. Slide down -- hot lava contracting, retracting, cooling back down along canals created by your own old eruptions. LET the emotions underflow, GO back into storage. This too-narrow pathway falls away, gives way to a brand NEW way, embracing effortlessness that is NOT without tension. It is direction opposite to a pointing arrow. It is your navel -- the only part of your body which leads SO directly IN and OUT at the same time. Slipping, sliding, your own dream-nature abiding. Want to be Citizens of Mystery? Fear is a DRIVE to stay alive. Unafraid of DEATH, delving into your DARK side, there is no need to hide. COME with me. NOW, stay. Right here. THIS is where we become CLEAR.

a beginning

What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to say? I remember very well, remember very well that day.... Sitting with Natalie on the mountain-top of Lama in New Mexico where rain collects before it d r o p p s, P l o p, p l o p, p l o p! She'd said: Never let the hand stop moving; writing is like sex, always improving. Years after reading her book, only one instruction stuck with me: free-writing, the zen of poetry. By: me.