Well Facebook, Here are my thoughts from New Years Eve, right before I started this little water fast of 3 days.. Kefir Kissed my lips at Midnight Polyamorous Probiotic Passion outside? Bombs of Color and sound pound around Nothing that pretty, nothing profound but the debris will provide the rhyme of the Next generation I hope we’re in time to make this one a better world.. one for all time Paper firework cases litter the ground and drunken tuac slurs through mouthpieces I watch this other side of Midnight inside bali land Separate but not so far away from rocket launchers and deadly blast Sounds like war here but they keep shooting more here.. It would be easy to judge this side of the world or that side but.. Don’t we all celebrate these rockets of desire from abraham to atheist Law of Attraction spoken with Law of Action broken and god knows these thoughts typed here are Nothing if the former shouts while the latter whimpers..Bodies want movement, intentions want actions..and these actions just clogged tomorrow’s streams with the celebrations of today.. There is a sadness to this progress into 2015, death of what was rice field beauty.. Who Attracted that I wonder? I am here to love Lady Earth, not criticize her children but the rivers are dying, I feel her gasping and still we abuse her, obviously not grasping the lesson, we lessen her rather than tend and I fear that Bali Beauty fades but I must take off these shades I will contribute nothing with my tears I will solve nothing with these fears I will embody the change, my own life rearrange So I perform the rites, the greatest gift I ever received.. Thrusts my errant presence deep into this flesh again.. These practices borrowed from the ancients keep me sane.. and now its Midnight Hmm..my lips desire something, but the sweetness must be balanced with the sharp bite of real vitality.. How many New Years kisses have taken me away for that delicious dance.. Yet I choose solitude from all the parties. this Kefir Kiss reminds me and these ancient rites rewind me recharge me, enlarge me.. how blessed this body be to sit in silence alone now feel the quiet after the explosions and I think of my extended family stretched across these artificial borders I thank my inner community and my practice for the fortitude of youthfulness... And I thank my outer community and reflection for the fortitude of connection.. May I bring my best to this Bali Land, and weave a song of health and of providence .
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 13:27:39 +0000
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