1/27/11

i did it. committed the most fatal and egregious of errors. i fell in love with a stripper. she took me for all i was worth and at the end of the night i only had a best friend and a boombox. we walked home alike in our love for the phantasm of our fantasy and together took to triumph and revelry. nothing could stop our sensation. we were madrigal miracles, importing an impending doom to the decay march of society, as we proclaimed our love to the stars. all you need is love. we sing this. we chant this. we are this. i am this. this it. i am it. i am my love. i am love. no more no less. no song no salutation other than this marriage of the miraculous and the morbid. its incredible. i have spent so much time in the spiritual and philosophical realms of being that when i loosen up and decide to go with the flow in whatever way it takes me my meditation becomes my most immediate experience. even sensory engagement with life becomes a spiritual practice and the only thing i am enacting is my service of the undying and unending heartmind that is myself. i send this to all. encourage it in everyone. and become what i most despise. i become myself.
last night is a night which will live in infamy forever. its not every evening that you get together with an old friend and sing the praises of the universe forever unending unto the break of day when you get to start all over again. only this time in the guise of agenda and attitude. the masks of urbanity. if you have these no one will question your motive. in these opportunities i speak more loudly than ever. even in drunken revelry. i sing with my heart. i offer all Being the flowers of my sentiment and encouragement and wax alone under the opportune moon. none shall know or see my delight except the light. my partner and mischief maker. the lord is a coyote who runs away with my kill, who howls triumphantly the fourfold nature of his score. we are not different, the coyote, myself, me and god. we speak the same language and under that moon i shalt sing myself. and offer all praises and reciprocity unto my maker. for whom i have not the least desire to know. except in this song. thank you for my moments god. they are all i have and all i will take with me. merrymaking and revelry hath become unto me a religion as that which both befits and benefits myself and all others. life is a celebration.