Aug 25th, 2010 by Norman
as thin as smoke
as thin as smoke
incense before an altar
smelling of roses
smelling of shit
which is it
swirling
phantoms
a life led
Maggy says we are the river
Maggy says we are the smoke
Maggy says we’re Living Spirit
Maggy says it’s not a joke
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Aug 22nd, 2010 by Norman
as thin as smoke
as thin as smoke
incense before the altar
smelling of roses
smelling of shit
which is it
swirling
phantoms
a life led
bled
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Jul 12th, 2010 by Norman
Jun 23rd, 2010 by Norman
dumbfounded
they say the map
is not the terrain
and words are symbols
concepts are abstractions
aren’t they?
abstracted from the map
the babbling mind
that pull us out of presence
we are removed by the chatter
from the stuff that matters
and though the feel is real
it’s the quiet visual
that leaves me dumbfounded
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Jun 23rd, 2010 by Norman
where we came from
it’s as much an “and” as an “or”
the opening and closing the door
and it’s a “letting go” for sure
I sound as though I’ve been there
we fell a long way
from “being”
to comprehensions
(and it’s awfully confusing
this comprehending,
this trying to understand)
but they tell me “knowing”
is where we’re going
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Jun 20th, 2010 by Norman
I like the picture I drew/painted today
I’ve stuck it in my “new favorites”
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