Saturday, May 28, 2005
the wanderer within
I am meditation on the dear ones who regulate the homestead and the intestinal front lines of the inner ear of the gut. We all must chew more precisely to calibrate this inner ear with this soft maze. Pellets are my nail clippings due to lack of gestural conditioning and the necessity to pressure these internal movements. The fouling continues. We are all within this context of universal potency and fluidity. My fall is internal but also pre-fall wtihout the holy ghost. Tongue speak and laying on of hands are unyielding toward these conditions of s-shape and ease. The dear ones before mentioned are animals which are sea worthy, but parasitic. The color is translucent, white and skinny. Shapely and long. It has been said that this is mental depravity. This statement was made with good intention and care, duly noted and recognized, but brushed aside for less reality and more abject desire. I hope to see the cosmic truth in wormy wanderers. If they were before us, then why should they not be of us?