Here in my kitchen
jacked up on cacao
is why I stopped making chocolate at home
I remember now
Being homesick is fascinating
it's so real
made up of things subtle
don't turn your head - it'll
vanish
Made up of vibrations
trembling of certain words
but not others
voice tones, beats, intonations
It's so taffy, warm and happy
Veiled colours, silhouetted places
Throw myself into the dance
no reason for my smile
Holding so much in my arms
and can't show you any
Shipwrecked
on an island all my own
https://youtu.be/ps4v-K_XpmM
She starts to tell me about
dripping nectars of pacha mama
and I find myself drifting away
into worlds where people just love
respect and gather
where men don't put their hands together
over dead flesh to remember puffs of ancestors
or praise the sacred masculine
that requires blood to protect the sacred feminine
rising from the ashes of unfairness
In that world we dance and don't think
about happiness and prosperity
and crystals on third eyes that empower
our beings of light and inner wisdom
Yummy goodness of the temple
of goddesses, - she continues
I'm long gone. I need to gather water
from the creek that runs from the mountain
dripping water that saw the moon
into glass, for tea
There's mafia and then there's mafia to protect you from the mafia. Who came up with that one? Solutions - puzzles to be solved, whether they're wooden, rhetorical, Torquemada, or hacking give me such satisfaction. It's like cracking nuts, like slow-motion nature, like patience I don't possess. Creativity is pure solution of how to let your inner world show up in the eyes of another. I have great respect for different means of solving to achieve just the right desires. And today, I need a hacker to shelter me from the hackers.
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