integrity of ritual

ah, in the midst of the trans forma shun i sea
the publicity
the apathey
the confundi

of where to turn how to say how to par tiss i pate

in the majick of now….

the drums are wobbly,
angels wings fall upon …us

i sit by the fires
i see whiskey
i see radios
i see
blur

i hear desire! a start a seed to en gage in the forming of the dreamworld

this
means
showing up
contributing
silence
devotion
integration
impeccability
subtlety

the future is a promotion now, 2012 a mere campaign?

halloween a masked commodity? a drunken rebellion?

ah. yes. of course

the wizzzzzzzzzzzzards, the witches brujas, magos…..

what are we thinking? doing?
in rit chual? mocking, or engaging, participating? innovating

or drunk, shallow, distant and confused?

i wonder, our dear sanctuaries, our dances

what has happened, where will we go
to be the song to sing, to dance this new world into being

au then tickly! @@@

this chance we have to change

is all but gone… a dillusion of books and tapes and egoperformania

why do we seek attention? the dress, the make-UP/
to transform into the unreal?

transcend the body, the norm?
knowing that somewhere at sometime, the gates will explode
soon now
and will there be beer, whiskey, radios, casual flare?

oh the dance of the ritual….
dedication, ego…. who is the most powerful shaman of them all? dear mirror?

the eye that truely sees.

is the I that releases
the expectation of being
who u want or think you are
in the midst of the flames
we burn our flesh off
the skin of false desires

clinging to our bones ….. that damn material world
fun . but . dry .

bone dry.

we seek
truth.

alas, is it there?
this moment we all wait for?
the future?
the past

we missed it.
it wasandis NOWW
not in 4 years, 50 years, or yesterday
it is now
the change
the ritual
showup
integrity = authenticity

no rules
play bliss dance kiss

alas, where are our hearts
the atrophy
the “rightreight” brain
light glows and glows, we shiver in its midst
wondering if….
we shall survive

as the culture of denial fades like a ….. torn flag

no longer
the ritual we thought
the preparation
the glow
the SHOW!

do your best
be impecable
show up
assume the best
be majick

dance joy
breath love

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aum

(there are hidden messages in here)
(no one turned away for lack of fun)
(no smoking anything but hashishishshishsis)
(send money to your favorite ant)
(and?)
….
…
..
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