Nighttime stillness speaks
Of lover's lost and lover's found
The phone rings of her

Let's up the anti Take ourselves beyond these hollow shells Dive deep into the hells and free sad suffering souls Lets stop time and kiss in open space Face to face Naked to nakedness Awakening these burning hearts of rust From dust to dust engaged by a lust for life Walking on the razor's edge Dancing to a waxing moon Making love in it's fullness Pull these blindfolds from our eyes and watch these tears fall Quenching the thirst of every forgotten child Every lonely one lost in the caucaphony of confusion It's only an illusion Delusion upon delusion we will destroy Employing methods of madness and beauty Our bodies fleshly and ripe for plucking Fucking Furious and raging with clarity and passion Our lips dripping blood given over to ecstasy No fantasy this reality is ours And if you only knew how I care so much that this life means nothing if not sacrificed Sliced to bits and offered to all who suffer No cocoon nor buffer will keep me away from you We've broken through Released and at ease with this perfect imperfection I see into the infinite depth of your eyes And touch you with my body Tonight will never end Sending you all that I am My robotic dance My flowing body lithe Tender lips made to kiss Only this remains And sustains our very being A magic show A magician And it's not only you All alone I sing this song All alone Where we belong And I won't be the only one to say, I love you

Peanut butter and honey
Whole wheat Wonder bread
A night of beauty seen in the flesh
Soft
Stupid
Is the is the is I's thoughts it was?
You show me sturdy sitting bull
Spaciousness
spaciousness
Spaciousness
There is nothing to do
I be
The which to is there is no wicher
Thank you old friend
I love you
I abandon you more than I thought I was in for
Don't infer anything upon this
Accept that which you like

Like a light in a mirror
A crystal ball without a future
I die in the three times
The rest
Rest





Night out alone. At the bar watching it all happen. Happening.

I haven't blogged in awhile. Nothing to say. No time. No desire. Life has been busy and full. I'm working hard saving money and preparing for a seven-month solitary meditation retreat beginning in November. Should be interesting. Just me, my mind, and the Arizona foothill phenomena.

Change is continually taking place. Such is the nature of things. A life without challenge is a life without growth. No chaos, no order. Life, and the support system beyond life, beyond death for that matter, beyond beyond, is beautiful. These are just words. This is a blog. I speak the unspeakable in tongues that come easily. Beautiful without reference to ugly. Transcendent beauty. Beautiful that includes the horror, the sadness, the sparkle, the humanity. ANd so much more. So much more.

The Kosmos is in no rush to make this a "better place". Things are evolving. Beautifully. Fully. So many tears to cry. So much mirth to share. Love. Laughter. Compassion. Awakening the heart. Broken and compelled to serve. Selfless. Ness.

Without knowing love life is hell.

I don't have much to say. Everything. Nothing comes to mind. Alot. Everything.

Music.

If not now, when? If not you, who?

If ever there was a time to open your heart
Now is the time

A poet said this.

Mazzy star sings in my heart. Blue light.

Shine.

I am a babbling brook running it's course into the ocean of eternal nowness. And that's me.


Good night.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghmuIoZN6P4

http://www.fugufish.org/frog/?p=38

And it's off to sleep
A drifter in a deeper land
This little boat

Oye,
Got caught in a thunderstorm
in a car with no windshield wipers
Got lost in my own neighborhood
listening to Vivaldi
Had to park and wait
Had to drive in first gear
with the hazards on
huggin' the curb
hopin' not to hurt cat
or homosapien
Found my way home
like a jedi knight
with no eyes
Came inside
and had cabbage soup
on mashed potatoes
Just for fun fun
say potatoes  a few times
take your time and really enjoy it
Potatoes
Potatoes
Poooooooootaaaaaaaatoooooooes
Such goodness
9 and a half hours standing
All for the glory of simplicity and smiles
Beautiful people everywhere
Light sparkling in the eyes of a woman
Say what you will
I will die in Love
Again
And again.

Haven't blogged in awhile. Been super busy painting houses saving money for 6-month meditation retreat. I have a bunch of beautiful tangkha paintings I'm selling, let me know if your interested.

Life is good. Living integral. AQAL. All Quadrants All Levels All Lines. See Ken Wilber. Meditating for at least a half an hour a day. Usually more. What a good thing. Plus yoga daily. Working out every second day. Socializing at the local BridgeHead Coffeehouse, a consciously designed business, fair-trade etc, etc. A real community feel. You get the feeling that the people who go there are for the most part concerned about the state of the world and want to do something about it. Which is great. Like Zaadz. The world is so fucked up in so many respects that it's refreshing to connect with people who care. Who have beautiful broken hearts. Not willing to play dumb. Enthusiastic about living the change.         "We, are the music makers. And we, are the dreamers of the dream." Willy Wonka.

Been skateboarding lately. So fun. I've been skateboarding since I was ten. 21 years. I used to be sponsored by a skate-shop, paid for doing demos, winner of numerous local contests. Even had my picture in Transworld Skateboarding Magazine. I would probably be a pro skater today but I traded that up for smoking dope and having hallucinogenic romps through the wildernesses of the psychic mind-scape. That was at 18. Sk8ing took a back seat to exploring the world of mind and phenomena. Sometimes scary. Sometimes beautiful. At around the age 21 after numerous burnouts and close calls and with a general sense that it's time to move on I quit all usage of illicit substances. I turned to eastern philosophy to help me figure out what the hell had just happend. Slowly started to understand. Started doing Tai Chi and meditating. Yoga. At that point sk8boarding became beautiful again. It was so freeing. It's always a challenge to do your personal best and flow and let go and move and allow and push and pull and oh oh oh, ohhhhh... It's orgasmic really. Well, not really, but it

My partner Olga took off for Poland today. She'll be gone for a month. Which'll be good. Space in relationships is good. Room to breathe. Room to appreciate. Like old Kahlil's violin strings. " But let there be space in your loving." Space is good for most things. Everything is permeated by space. Space is vast and infinite. Unfathomably deep. So deep that to say it has depth is superfluous. Ahhhhh...                                 Space.

So, I'm not sure what else to say at this point. I guess that's my blog. I love you.

 

In the sacred space of the heart
All is pure
And utterly perfect
A vast ocean of unconditional Love
Tear drops of compassion
For all those who suffer

When I open to this
I see you in all your forms
And only Love remains
When all else fails,
Only Love,
Only Love,

Only Love.

 

Yours with an open-heart,
Kunzang.