Django Reinhardt

sweet sounds from a decade past in the true swing of one heart with the beat of a great vein of music.

cardinals and hummingbirds

The wild turkeys brethren we will ingest and digest with words of gratitude and pleasure in a successful year have great import on the futures we invest in for our generations joys and hopes for a brighter world. May the leaders and knowledgeable interpreters of common unconsciousness reap the benefits of revolutionary reassessment of our celebrations of harvests connection to the widespread and definitive collaborations and commitments to communities sanctity and sanity in responding to the woes and difficulties of our time with an eye towards understanding all of our interests in enjoying what short life we have to the fullest and spreading the positive methods and learning happiness that we can arrive at with the love of ancient histories constant lessons to stay true to the past and recall the philosophical lessons a reduction of our routines to some true message of youthful wisdom in health, wellness, fitness, and the true beauties of acknowledging our faults and focusing on the strengths inherent in our often fibrous or moderately tenuous connections to something perpetually reintegrated into new forms for the evolutionarily important innovations of our time

Plume Poppy

There are threads of knowledge that run like the wind in the lungs of so many vibrating containers of seperate category that when you find one that suddenly connects to the upper right corner of another with the kind of solid wired finality that is completely accurate and bizarre obvious once you see it unveiled in its completion that the people whose minds became synergistic and imposed in veins of unconscious common arising feeling in separate places at the same time or in the same lost reminders of mortality and disciplined order of cause and effect. Plates of gears and veins of hydrological life communicate the same expression of emotion only if you want to see the thickness for its true interrelation or for the separation of state that makes it please ones interest in a large body of community and common just cause in arising to your higher desires for the beauty and goodness of the worlds often confusing and disjointed interruptions in what you've wanted to confine your interest in expanding your consciousness and interpretations of joys shared policy of bonding to, may the shortness of life elicit choices wise in imagining your developed self advancing and true to power fleeting.

lively

The energies of youth are filled with the promise and potential magnitudes of expressive kinetic movement of air through the world in its flow interrelated to the investment in the expulsion of false emotions overriding an interest in the true expression of your growing sense of need for the mouth to move and hear itself in the breath overarching. Of those among us who feel the worlds ground and stones pulsing with the desire to be embraced in common reflexivity there is an acknowledgment of its place in letting the mind be filled with the joys of our total body awareness arriving through pleasing the brains interest in controlling the repetitions of hormonal and muscular tensing and releasing of timed state place hunger and satiety of renewing and pleasing conditions in total sharing of your support for the world in environment familiar and if understanding enough, a social adjustment of the bonds between one another to live lively and with good judgment in our trust of what we can accomplish together if we are to find a way to enjoy days and months and years and eons down the road in full measure of their import upon the completeness and fealty of our compressed joined networks of organelle revelation and systemic health opportunity without reducing ourselves to simply autonomous machines in needs of grease and fuel, but something unified in innovative review of problematic breakdowns as purview of their need for constant maintenance and the reapplication of their recognition of relational interests often super ceding impulse to quick object attachment permanence or flexibility in joining a balanced lifestyle to the stretching and pulling of our hearts to the joys of the rhythm of the winds and saps and pavements contracting for our constructive development.

word explosions

There are those wet and cloudy days that have surpassed themselves in my mind by the feeling they used to arise in my innermost sense of warmth and personal protection. The guiding forces of shelter and support providing the quiet moments of reflection upon the renewals of your own mind and ego by the understanding of the waters refreshing qualities and renewing cycle of life. The only long bouts of inner discussion and personal reflection they have elicited give me pause to the open discourse that has been lost and the cross personality mixing of perspective that gives so much joy and understanding to the human consciousness. This understanding of ones self as the collection of your own perception of someone else's feeling and sensory identification with the atmospheric contextual awareness new and perpetual processes bring to a day fraught with the needs and concerns of some utterly important task and responsibility to provide that sense of oneness and place and commitment to your level of prosperity and protection within the structures and strictures of the world at your locus of control can be easily forgotten, it can be easily taken for granted as you rush to fill in your time with something more exciting or novel. The real days of glory and contentment can come from knowing that I have felt this way before and I want to feel this way again, and this day means I can achieve that, I have the will and the means to be this person for the well being of myself, for the well being and goodwill of mankind that allow me and invest with me in this yearning for success, and for the well being and continued enjoyment of those moments of natural and organic cycles that seem so commonplace when you are young and divided against yourself, or pristine and awe inspiring in those moments when your head can sense the real beauty you have witnessed in providing the inner spirit of your life to the world and can sense the returns making their mark on your life and winding their minor chaotic series of sensual delights into your own sense of righting the arrows you have shot into the targets on the hill or deep into the dark spaces in the corner. Backwards and forwards the time of your life does not seem the same, but contests of the mind can make one blade of grass look identical from all sides.

open neck sweaters

Too many words begin with the same letter some days when you just want them all to sound different at the beginning so you seem unique for once. Downy soft moments I had imagined instead have become rhythmic patters down on my head with three different poly-rhythmic divisions at once.
I rode my bike to feel the wind in my hair and to feel the block out for the shortest moments revealing of the competitive isolations of sensation I ever imagined. Bursts of light and sound skids in the corners, too many pedals and not many broken spokes. Blue bonnets and blue beams of sky, memories like the broken leaves crunching under the weight of your dive for a bullet pass spiraling accurately to its destination. Stories that were told by more agile tongues and the longest silences, no air left to breathe without dust relics from some other age clouding the view of your own windows into the permanence of time. Extolling existential endings of one period of growht into destructive moments of frozen shame. Illustrative impressionism ill days drinking from the knowledge of written dictates you never leanred. It all ends too soon if you want to miss something important, and time keeps on ticking away the towering expenses of idle inspiring or indecision. Longer stories I could have told with patience for the uncomfortable silence as I gather my sweat in pools of new skills innocent and adolescent. Face and feet directly aligned with the present tense to dream of the past, the future has bricks in its basement. Someone could try to tell you who invented the first brick and whether or not that is what she called it. That is brain food for anyone.

A longer time ago trails split into tongues and diverse journeys

Una lechuza volaba en la noche negra. El aire iba fresca y fria en sus plumas. Se movia empujado por las ramas del bosque. Cuando encontraba la luz de la luna llena, huyo de los nubes y planeaba sobre un campo. Veo un raton con sus ojos vivos, y se abalanzo sobre el raton con veloz como un rayo. La neblina escondia la escena brutal. La lechuza pensaba que el raton estuve una cena deliciosa para sus crias. Una idea paso por su mente. Se preguntaba porque no tenia la idea mas temprano. Cuando ella tendria ratines pequenos en sus vistas en el futuro, dejara la responsibilidad de atraparlos a los ninos.