On meditation metaverse

What happens when you meditate on meditation?

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The sky isn't black tonight

The midnight blue is a restless ocean seen through closed eyelids...
a night floating on the surface.

Unconditional love in the 21st century

I stream Last.fm through my xBox / sound system and every hour or so the music stops. And a screen pops up saying, "Gone awhile. Are you still listening?" At first I become slightly annoyed that the music has stopped and I have to get up and walk over to the xBox remote and tell the xBox that yes, I am indeed still listening. But then I stop and think wow, my xBox is really concerned that I may not be listening because I have possibly been kidnapped or have fallen and can't get up. And that's when I smile and give my xBox a loving nod. Thank you, xBox.

Juggling act

I awoke the other morning
earlier than usual due to someone revving their engine over and over and over at 3:30am down in the street below,
my bedroom windows open wide to let in the crisp air,
and my mind was instantly alert and buzzing.

For the life of me I could not fall back to sleep,
and I was held captivated by my thoughts -- a big pile of spaghetti strings --
One string looping through the next.
This one stuck to that one.
These wrapped around those.

Massive thoughts, swirling thoughts.
Thoughts orbiting other thoughts.
Some with so much weight, yet weightless.
And over the course of the next hour while my mind erected a circus tent and invited the universe to sit back and enjoy the show,
the voice over the speaker repeated
my thoughts are like planets, my thoughts are like planets, my thoughts are like planets.

Shifting perspectives

Where there were only beginnings and ends, lefts and rights, ups and downs, insides and outsides...
Now there is a vast and timeless middle.

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I know what you're thinking

You're thinking today would start off pretty kick-ass
if Linda Ronstadt appeared in knee-high stripey socks and 70s short shorts
and sang you out of bed with you're no good, you're no good, you're no good
tappin' her gym shoes to the beat
as you shimmy to the shower.

And a perfect close to the day would be
if Tony Bennett appeared in the most elegant tailored tuxedo
and sang The Way You Look Tonight
just for you, to you, as you drift off to sleep.

And the rest of the day, well...
c'mon, does it really matter?

My hair is without length

After two years of short bobs and long bobs, and most recently a crazy weird a-line cut, I have returned to my normal short-short hair. And it feels great! A friend said yesterday, "I think haircuts are under celebrated" so I changed my blog profile pic for the day to celebrate the occasion.

<3

These guys live near my home in Denver. Makes me smile every time I cross their path.

Borrowing space

When all you need is a blanket of dust under a starlit sky,
a plaster moon in June…

You will feel the weight of your body.

And realize the space you fill now
was empty before
and will be again.

Roadside cherries
Red, peeling nails
Warm desert wind.

You are hands of dust and feet of clay,
and wind and rain are near.

Remembering Ray

Since the beginning of time
Grandpa has been wearing those tan work pants and matching tan button up work shirt
And don't forget the black suspenders.
It would have been extremely odd
If he were to appear in another outfit
Impersonating someone else's grandpa.
Daydreaming now
I imagine grandpa a mine worker
No, a foreman
Standing at the mouth of the mine
Holding a lantern and peering inside the deep black space
Ruffing and gruffing at his men
Hurry up down there, he'd say, I don't have all day
And then he'd turn to face the sun and smile in that love of all mankind sort of way.
Remembering my last visit from California
Grandpa smiled to me and said, So darlin', you still livin' in Queerifornia? Ha. Ha. Ha.
O grandpa
You're one of a kind.

Period 6

Lying on the middle school gym floor on your back before the others have arrived to take their seats in rows of six cross-legged fidgety you lie still arms outstretched feeling the cool hard wood surface against your calves and shoulder blades noticing how the small of your back arches slightly uncomfortably you move your arms about slowly methodically to position your elbows in such a way to relieve the pointed singular pressure.

Upon very likely events

Do you ever feel like rainbows are shooting out of your eye sockets?

Like if you cupped your hands over your eyes, the rainbows would then spill from your ears?

And if you are in conversation with someone, do you think she will take notice? Will she pause mid-sentence, stunned from the outburst of beauty and say, "My oh my, what spectacular rainbows!"?

Or will he carry on with his chirp chirp chirp, pecking around the obvious fountains of swirling colors?

You certainly don't think someone could be nauseated by such a sight, do you?

I think there's a feeling I want to convey

A feeling
Of letting go
Grabbing hold
Slowing down
Standing still
Not static
Not stuck
Spiraling up
A feeling of steady
Movement forward
In time
Through time
Determined, confident
Knowing
Tap. tap.
Cadence

Tick tock

tree
flee thee
bee calm
squirrel twirl
ing an
acorn born
in Spring

Drinkin' the Colorado Kool-Aid

So in addition to wearing gobs of flannel and poofy vests recently, I just purchased my very first real live pair of cowgirl boots. Can't wait to break 'em in this weekend at the local dancin' saloon... two-steppin' and line dancin'!

Sorry if this post was in any way offensive to the tastes of the native Coloradoans.

Working from home

I like watching my neighbors from my 2nd story apartment window, but you know, not in the creepy way.

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The final blow

sent her body to the ground--
slower than one can imagine
for such a gigantic being.

And the light spilled from her eyes
as her head came to rest near a tree,
so old.

The river of light flooded the streets,
sweeping up everything and everyone in its path.

Tod *hearts*

Such a lover

Against Remorse, by Friedrich Nietzshe, The Gay Science

#41
Against remorse.-- A thinker sees his own actions as experiments and questions--as attempts to find out something. Success and failure are for him answers above all. To be annoyed or feel remorse because something goes wrong--that he leaves to those who act because they have received orders and who have to reckon with a beating when his lordship is not satisfied with the result.

Bejeweled

I told my waitress she has pretty eye shadow...

you really should have seen it.

Then she complimented my worn and scuffy boots,
and she bent down and squeezed my right foot as it dangled over my left knee and asked,

"Are these steel toed?"

She used to have some like this.

Dancing Toward Bethlehem by Billy Collins, from The Art of Drowning

If there is only enough time in the final
minutes of the twentieth century for one last dance
I would like to be dancing it slowly with you,

say, in the ballroom of a seaside hotel.
My palm would press into the small of your back
as the past hundred years collapsed into a pile
of mirrors or buttons or frivolous shoes,

just as the floor of the nineteenth century gave way
and disappeared in a red cloud of brick dust.
There will be no time to order another drink
or worry about what was never said,

not with the orchestra sliding into the sea
and all our attention devoted to humming
whatever it was they were playing.

Love bridges

Sky

What if nouns didn't require adjectives to make them more interesting, and all you had to say was "sky" to evoke feelings of sunny and gray and cloudy and azure and stormy?

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