Do you know what you do all this for? It’s not sleep or affection from a beautiful woman or a cat’s slow eye. The claw becomes you. The helicopter overhead is whole-flesh isn’t it cyclic
Humbled by the encounter with an astrologer like Robert Schmidt who through research and translation alone is modulating the base condition of human knowledge with every thought. Who on earth can hold that and not be lit on fire by every blink of the sun’s cast shadow?
At the river today. A sudden storm arrived and the thunder broke over my body as I floated on my back and looked into the rain until it burned into blue sky again.
Dreamt of a strong romantic conpanionship with an old friend, and being visited by two of my oldest friends; sharing conspiracies with one another from a tree canopy; walking into the desert and emerging reformed, having with me now the medicine I had left searching for.