Early Morning

Watching the world go so fluidly through its rainbow chakra colors I remember, do you? Walking out of the tipi after the ayahuasca ceremony; going outside the warehouse, to the smoldering fire pit after wine and dancing and pills all night; cuddling with not-a-stranger-anymore after talking all night long, sand in between toes. Feeling the dryness on the lips, the vibration inside the body, some fullness in the belly from the butterflies tickling it all night long ... all of that, flooded with pure love, completed with never-ending possibilities. The static of reality is gone, don't look for it. Excited, smiling and content you stare at the sunrise, everything is Now. Everyday should be like this, rooted into the red of the sky, flowing through your own rainbow into the purple of the night, always with love, forever with magic. Will you remember?

Secret secrets

     A merely 570 minutes ago - this morning, to be exact - I had a secret. I was really excited about it, since I can't remember the last time I had a secret. And now I can't remember what it was ...

Whoever you may be - a phantom of the city, a fog of the valley, a spirit of good intentions, however close you may be to me - as my own thoughts of life&death or as far away as the closest ocean - if you were to plant an idea into my head not so long ago about things "baby", I would have dug it out and handed it right back to you. I would probably have even wrapped it into pretty paper, taped it with a bow, so it could take longer for you to give it again, or more awkward. Yet today I receive packages of baby clothes, research alien concepts of diapers, prepare to exercise my brain with sign language, storm government websites about birth certificates, stare mindlessly at lists of names, I even subjected myself to a doctor ... So maybe now I will learn to flow, to accept, to flex and release, to grow, fall & rise and be happy with all of it. That sounds like a blast! Here's to take off!!!

o, boy

   

      Not that long ago I had a great chance to receive energy work from an amazing woman. After our session she told me that she had balanced my physical body to match the vibrations of my soul, which had put me back into my body, grounded me. She was curious to see if I felt any different or better. I was really taken by surprise and didn't know what to do. Why would anyone put anyone back into their bodies? I already have the pleasure of dragging this physical thing around every day, everywhere I go, through the stickiness of time and perception. I dress it up every day, I clean it and feed it, I stretch it and keep it oiled, and must do my best to keep it alive and working. I am also so attached to the body that I actually think of myself as the physical! When I imagine myself in different places or situations or thoughts, I am always in the body ... And everything around me is hard and solid, and has a physical shape. We build things and make things, and they are all physical. Except maybe for music, which is still made with solid objects. Except maybe for singing, which still comes out of the body. Do we as people know or create anything that is not physical? Maybe thoughts? Even they are slow, even thoughts have forms. Maybe vibrations, maybe ...
     I just want out ... 

 I watch movies, and there are no couples in them with their own vocabulary. They don't seem real - in reality every couple has their own words and nicknames, personalized little piles of adorable mind-things. All those sounds and gestures, built up into a life of togetherness and love for each other. What happens to all those things when a split comes? Do all the emotions and little names puff into clouds and float away into a different galaxy? Do they pack their letters and move on to another couple who's just fallen in love? Or are their torn pieces hanging off the trees outside my window, squeaking in the wind, fading in the sun?