I need to pay more attention to my spelling. Last time I went to church I became a porn again Christian.
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I want to say to those young flakes
I want to say
To those lazy students,
(walking out from school and raining on Washington)
To this uncaring egotist youth,
(speaking against the dangers all face)
To the snowflake generation of pampered cowards,
(mobilizing united against the murderous gun makers,
the cowardly law makers for sale, puppets of the NRA,
and crime spree of hate fed by our government)
I want to say…
Mobilize.
Speak up.
Enlighten.
Shout.
Fight.
We failed to make this world safe for you.
We got distracted with reality shows, with stupid banter, and cynicism.
We kept shouting “Fake News”, and “Build that wall”, and “It’s the homeless fault.”
We shouted so hard we couldn’t hear the bullets.
We were so blind we couldn’t see the color of your blood.
It’s up to you now.
Discern the voice of your spirit.
Learn to think for yourself, don’t wait for us to teach you.
Speak up… and listen to yourself.
Observe… and remember.
Survive… and vote.
Stay woke… and live.
—Koyote the Blind
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Haiku del vuelo
Tengo dos alas.
Se extienden al confín.
Vuelo sin surcar.
Sin dejar rastro
se desliza mi mente
en las alturas.
Y veo por fin,
en la faz del silencio,
el infinito.
Vacío tu rostro,
que todo lo refleja,
me veo en ti.
Ojo eterno.
Misterio de misterios.
Todo y nada.
Soy lo eterno
viendo el infinito.
Ya no soy nada.
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Soap bubbles, these worlds
When I dream, I like to see these worlds grow like tiny bubbles of soap. I like to see them color up and take on the shimmering lights and tentacles, to then explode into unnamable sentiments and feelings that I could almost name–if only I could remember the language of all.
I see the ones that are still here scramble away from me, swimming through the currents of air that flow into them. I try to touch them with my hands and I cannot. When I get close to one, it vanishes into the nothingness of illusion and memory. I know that just a few seconds before I was seeing those tiny universes made up of flimsy shells of dream stuff.
I can only remember them when I am asleep. I know that when I fully awake, they will give way to a shared reality in a solid world. Or in something that pretends to be a solid world but contains within it millions of little creatures and worlds that scramble away into remembrance and lost memories as I bring my hand close to the light and touch them.
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I Am—the Fallen Angel
Look within and know that which says I Am—”I am forever isolated. Always surrounded by everything else but unable yet to merge, to melt, to become one with the All; always separate from the beloved; always longing to become, to achieve, to obtain.”
Find that piece of you that suffers; the part that feels unique and separate.
Find that piece, and you will find within the seed of the Fallen Angel who longs for the voice of the Creator, who looks everywhere for the light of the Beloved.
Find the silence within, and know that you are the Fallen One, the First Created. Know that you are that which contains within itself the presence and memory of the time when everything is one, undivided, full of joy and union. Know that even in your darkest hour, you suffer only because you contain within yourself the seed of love and surrender.
This gnosis is the memory of having witnessed the first light emerging from the horizon. It is not the light of the Sun, but the light of the Morning Star that heralds the coming of the Sun. It is a light so pure, so deep, and so all-encompassing, that it destroys all shadows.
But since everything that is known is shadow, the pure light will make the known disappear into the light of reality. The shadows that we were holding on to will vanish, giving light to an awakening of the senses. And the fears that plagued our dreaming, sleeping mind will disperse like cobwebs.
The light of the Sun will then spring eternal from the heart, giving light to the eyes, joy to the heart, and movement to the body. Life and death will no longer be separate, but coexist as one impulse. Aspiration, word, thought and deed will be one, when the Sun comes.
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