SKITZO GIRL Vol.1 Homelessness, often associated with hopelessness... has done wonders for my spirit... shifting the memories of my childhood, of such a time of gliding, into such original formation among visceral exploration of the spirit shown in changing winds that now reflect upon my time. This expression so gently tossed within current pacing of day like fresh cloth bathed by the nurturing hand of a parent or lover and left to dry elegantly through rain... foraged in sunlight. Creating sensations casting upon fresh and shiny mystery... a stone I cannot help but toss...tickling the mouth with a smile that is pulled up by the sun resting atop the clouds... It is the new spirit of kinship with the self... the path of a Buddha body, perhaps... I feel this way, on mention from another, due to the will to continue to transcend into enough- to be enough- human and bare and vulnerable- open- transparent enough, to receive empathy... in whatever honest form... Flying a sign is a lot like flying a fishing line, except society, unlike fish, does not transcend humanity into tranquility through commune but represents the sparks of tranquility birthed from commonly shared open empathy. A dollar is as much as a twenty is as much as a five, when flying, but the smile, the jester, is the specialness that is created between the flyer and the empathic being. Those that find that a nickel dusting between the seats can find another life among open hands... that the nickels future can change for growing happiness and commune... they widen my smile... I always smile while signing, and when it rains I do not grim my face in disrespect... for gratitude is the only company for honest work... especially among a society that has many tokens to be grateful for... spitting words of divinity... like they a tokens... for those eyes are without realizing one is gambling... and those are the eyes of tokens that lay bare... the greater reaps being even more shadowed by falsehood compared to the losses that are actually protecting the gambler... Why dont you get a job, I have a job Although frowned upon, It is perfectly permissible to fly a sign here. Youre not doing anything out here but begging He was the one that stopped and rolled down his window because his tongue could not reside far enough back to humble him out of his ignorance. Well thats just your opinion I say with self pride, commune, even with the man. His wifes face never moving, not once. ... A car of young men stop and ask if I would like the roses they purchased at wholefoods... Would you like flowers? Wide smiles. One women pulls over and tells me the story of her abandonment... her mother dropping her off in a marsh in Florida... to be eaten by crocodiles... I tell her that I have already been blessed from my downfall and that I am happy... She does not have anything but moments that will last forever in my mind... and her daily smile as she passes... and the occasional childlike wave we pass between us. Dropping change into my hand one man winks and says Hope you like weed. My core happiness, layers shedding from its subtle outermost sensitivity... layers of blur -that paradigm- turn to click within orbs of bubbles that pop and disperse the societal white noise into only a placing mark for humanity. Outside the confines of assumptions and those that feel entitled to pave the way for others within egomaniac fashion... I cannot sleep deep enough... only deeper and deeper... for to fall to morning as new as I was from the womb, is impossible ... a danger to not realize that there are beings in heaven... Angels... that see Gods face...always, that have never touched or set foot upon Earth...
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 14:48:13 +0000
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