galloping white horses
coming in on the sun

surreal views
through manmade structures


of natural beauty

Joy

how is this
even possible?

I don't know

but it is

-invisible walls

--------------come down

ordinary people
ordinary people
Ordinary people!

We are the World!

don't get lost
in the
concept

Love

has

no

Master

writing on here
because i want to
paint my name
on
the sky

eternal waves of being
flooding over us

just watch


sands I tread
don't hold
me floating


mist cloud sift waves

cloud
cliff shifting

One less lock
one more liberation

I'm not singing of me
but of this

... and maybe that's a lie

symbol-less heart

let me make
a symbol

of the love for you
I've just lost

Mind

we construct the categories
and then try to reconcile them

everywhere's a mess,
nothing's ever sorted - :-)

"Lovely, absolutely gorgeous!"
it tastes like an exploding rainbow of stars!

white roofs

of our own making

grey sky
no horizon
but the no smoking sign

sellotaped windows,
leave the world behind

Searching out the sky
for the stars
of my internal being

I see them there
clearly

and nearly fall into a ditch
in the process

I am not
me
I am just another element

of this

dead people,

into fashion

Out of the frying pan
into the

FIRE

passing on from this
to pure bliss
we lose our experience
of 'this'

This is it...

Sad and beautiful...

This is it - :-)

Learn to Feel

Don't think too much- only when necessary
----because it brings what is in natural flow
--------------into self-consciousness,
---------------------separation

IT - IS - WHAT - YOUR - EXPERIENCE - ALLOWS - IT - TO - BE

Language is how we negotiate
--------------------the external world
---and how we externalise
--------------------------the internal--
-----------------------------------which is God

--Life is Life.

Anything else
-----is just a myth

All this vastness...

what does it matter if

...

---We've lost the cycles

------We've lost the cycles

Won't you come outside

----------and help me

--------find them again

*

And it's all
what's inside my head

And what I can't
let out

worlds
come crashing in
again

Rules and Regulations of our Freedom

too many questions,
restrictions,
freedoms, nothing said

There's more freedom
in the developing world.
More freedom 'elsewhere.'

Freedom... we have oodles of it
Oodles of false.

What is freedom
stored in boxes
vaults
vanity chests
and history

without the ability
to exercise it

Over run, overrun,
we are being overrun.

By too many questions,
restrictions,
liberations,

freedoms, nothing said

but oodles of false,
oodles of fake *

silence

---silence

------silence

---

---let go

---------let go

----------------let go

One big separation,
-----removal, construction, fantasy, distraction
---World we whir about in

The reality, filtered through the fantasy.
This is the world we live in!
And I'll shake your hand, as a human being
But not as a politician

Thinking the inside
------was the outside
-until I went
---to the outside real
-------open nature free-

there's false-
-------and there's

------------------reality

----Are you

-------disconnected

-

from the nature we were born from?

The present is not the passage to the future

---or the access to the vault of the past.

The present is Now