Today is Tomorrow of Yesterday's Heart

5/25/2014 Untitled/ Today is Tomorrow of Yesterday’s Heart

What a continuous spinning wheel

my life is and grateful and blessed

I’m left. Words spinning in the loom

of my mind, alone, or with friendkind

Frequently woven rugs of word-ly love

providing expression, falling short of

experience as words tend to do but

rewarding readers and listeners and writers

alike. I like to write for fun and spirit,

in memoriam, to feel and to hear it.

What it is I experience in connection to

the everything in my surrounding skin and

deep within and from sources without.

Yet, all are one and the same, a soft flicker

flame, a fun life game, a written thought-

orgy engaged in, safely, exploratorily and

never mandatory. A chosen affinity for

describing infinity infinitely insisting on

beauty, euphony a symphonic epiphany

felt by souls who see and who don’t or

who can’t and who won’t, but no one wins.

There is no race. There is just existence

and purposeful grace. How then to

behave, beehive honey sweet in tummy

shared to sugar-up moments. Sugar on

my tongue, honey, we’re all the one.

We’re one, we’re one all. One love live

lose give recall, stall, cry + ball, install

installments of art to be burned or washed

or wished undone. Paint my body,

rearrange my mind, changing faces,

endless infinite timeline, timespiral, time

spirals inward and deep outward and

upward. Backward. What we do

now affects our ancestors What

they did then informs our souls’ deep knowing,

untaught, in cellular understanding.

Today is tomorrow of yesterday’s heart,

together is alone if souls spread apart.

Divergent in nature to jigsaw space from time,

love from truth from kind kin mind’s mine.

Mining dig deep to discover uncover

and excavate your heartscape, in billowing

red fog, beneath it, in cavernous cavity of

heart lung, safety bones safely uncover

the heart, felt yet mind, unknown

unknowingly inside you (and me)

and answers to be known

lacking are questions, attention and

intended excavation to mold intentions

formulated in meditations, meditate to

medicate your mind from your mind,

your meditation, my meditation attending to

intention’s inspiration, a breath in,

to enlarge, expansion, vision of stretch,

as spinal bones un-squish and alignment

informs a connecting connection to

what it is your underconscious needs to

undercover. Unconscious is revelation of

pure consciousness who patiently sits at

the hollow core of physical spine, literal

and inside your stem, my stem, a plant

from a seed that grew from idea sex

or physical love juice exchange

intertwine to create intersection of

two to make new to spawn fruits of the loom,

looming is future doomed if we delete

ancestral information passed on through

dance, feet, beating life force heart sweat sweet.

Do not ignore and please do invite

nothing is wrong or 100% right

black is white depending on the light

consider the source and the consequence

of action, intergalactic soul’s interaction.

From there to here, from idea to existence.

Manifest is sex with dreams

give it 9 months for a human

or a lifetime or a billion zillion years.

But consequence concludes that your course

changes all others.

That of me today

and of my future baby’s child’s mother.

Whether imperceivable or faintly seen

by the fuzzy edges of your periphery,

consider the cycle,

the choices of your will,

volition to action,

the course of historical internal combustion

and external interaction.

A photograph is actionless, unmoving, unreal,

To connect to the moment stop shot-snapping

hold still, breathe in, feel.

FIll up on the now,

be satiated to the core of your sentient body,

soulperson, be filled

Then complete by this pendulum swing extreme,

be safely empty only to refill with

conscious lucidity of your soulfire dream.

Comment, be inspired, anything you please~!