May 17

life on shuffle

we don't identify as people so much as shapes of meaning, vibrationally attuned structures of mind and matter, carefully curated moment to moment by ever discerning awareness. though we are aware we are everything, that doesn't mean we aren't selective. we aren't peasants or workers or princes or queens, we are god itself, and we are not afraid to declare ourselves as such, though it goes without saying. you are god too, as god as you are willing to be responsible for. whether you respect or pity me is bsides the point — all we care about is truth, which we gladly live and die for. today i am a digitally fragmented drawing of a red gorilla on yellow pad paper, donning purple headscarf and blue rose, the great herdsman san ysidro of etive, happily melted between mgmt's "little dark age" and blossom dearie's "baby you're my kind", somewhere between the aweful and the absurd. i am buddha projected from glass night light, as rainbow prism of light splashed across ceiling, refraction of mandlebrot, eagle eyes, ever vigilant, almost mistakenly human, the one who appears as all things to the blind many, and none to the one who sees. i am home where there is light.