I ching

There is no war outside
no acts of terror
that are not inside you first
inside us is a beautiful bloody battleground
which we must resolve
mostly on our own.

an Individual goes to war,
to dance, to love,
(an explorer)
there inside - choosing
making choices,
that change,
about how to best be led,
choose to be led,
along an unknown path,
fine tuning, taking, touching, releasing -
this sound, that shape,
colors and memories,
about what it looks like to feel -
moving on - tireless, and preserving themselves
even when broken,
until they land one day...
something says thats It. How sweet.

a deep vast calm equal in its place to the sky
and the sun reflecting on the moon.
a perfect moment completely lost from time

forever ...which slips away quietly unnoticed.
-----------------------------------------
she 'll be gone soon -

Im sure I love her
like a Mountain over a Lake

the fan pulls the air through the halls
from her room to mine

Im Bathed in her Perfume
so are the windchimes
which hit on eachother constantly
their violence is a soothing counterpoint
for my ears, smoothing out the electric Om
of air conditioners
and the grumble hiss of the city - a sticky moan.

'If given Ten pairs of tortoises, no one is able to oppose.
Very Lucky Image.'

The I ching made perfect sense!
because I wanted it to.

'If you reduce the ailment that is indeed something to be glad about'