knowing unknowingly

How could i have claimed to know anything at all?

life has taken on new meaning, possibly stemming from years of soul searching depression. which maybe continues still...

i notice new freckles on my hands everyday.  

all that lazing about has led to a new found joy.



so seriously,
take a vacation
take off work
go on a trip
have TIME to waste


it may be that in supposed boredom there springs a well of creative and authentic intent.


but talk to me in another month



everything will be different.

lording above me is the memory of a full full floating moon.  partaken amongst parallel lines, i parch my throat in abundance of summery late night past times.  times past or yet present, the creation of art is evading me and is a thing unto itself.  the creation of art is the passing of time, or the documentation of something floating in the air that has come to find me in the midst of a boring battle and made me concerned with flying upon the wings of my fingers as they flit about ivory keys.  

or not, for I am moneyless.  

i no longer disregard my creations due to my lack of conventional understandings and undertakings.  despite my lack of technique in every area, i have summoned my own type of technique.  A technique of presence.  Following the energy that pulses within and without and hoping i am nothing enough to allow beautiful, authentic things to pass through me.

or not, for there exists no I. 










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painting landscapes for the inner ear.
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these days

sadness is a quiet boat drifting.
i am on it, in a basket, golden fleece wrapped around.


when my mostly companion has gone
i am then curdling in some timeless day


i have no need of sleep when the heart is broken
i have no need of sleep when the heart is broken
i have no need of sleep when the heart is broken


i have no need for a heart when i have yet awoken
i have no need for a heart when i have not yet woken
i have no need for a heart when i have not yet spoken


spoken in my sleep
spoken in my sleep
awoken in my sleep


is a heart that drifts, a sad boat parched.

not sure how i ended up

here.

at all.

as if i am some amoebic train curdling through the countryside of some body's flesh.

is the time now, or was it then?

afterwards, i took the train east and said "pha!" as if I spoke some archaic language of angels.

On my right was a watch on my left was a sundial, i said "whoa, now" can it be so?

the present is only one of many illusions!

what time is it? the woman asked.

I said, "time? time to be still"

she said, there is no time at all for that or this and held up a red coat which she handed to me saying "this is for the one who cannot breathe".

i took it from her hands but could not put it on until she put her hand on my mouth so I could no longer breathe she said "you can be whatever you want to be" and I said, "but what if I don't want to be anything at all?" She smiled as if to say something...

that i did not catch and fell backwards onto a boat which was waiting for me. A gentleman held the oars in his hands and asked "where to?"

I said, "it does not matter to me". As then I realized it only mattered if we went together. Who was this stranger? As if the woman and the red coat and all those strange questions led me here! I asked him if we had met before. He smiled as he started rowing and said "C'est possible".

I took two sandwiches I had made that morning, out of my bag.

winter 2012:

hair down
blue hues
gentle stones

is it possible that in our truest of communications we really have no concept of what it is we are saying, but we say it anyway, because the mind is quieted and rather the spirit speaks?

there is an obvious tonal quality to things as of late. it is mystical in an extremely western sense, for this is the pathway, this is the circumstances under which we were born. we are simply replicating that which has existed for all of timesz.

and fashion is an expression of this, immediately. what we are wearing, when we listen to the earth's vibrant strings, can we don a cap or look for an ideal pair of shoes, take our hair out of it's sheik bun and let hairs tumble to the ground.

i must be off...
or should i rather sit all day alone
and be contented in the areas in which exploration continues?

K