A bridge was offer yet I swam across anyway.
Across the devouring rose bushes
I bowed and knelt before I crossed
I cried tears of joy first
When I crossed safely I was met by the eclipsing sun
The Ten Human Senses
- Sight, El Paso: The Passage and the Passenger
- 2. Smell, Colorless Light and Noiseless Sound
- 3. Taste: Approaching Your Shrine of Actuality
- 4. Sound: Continue your approach
- 5. Touch: Peace is a verb
- 6. Time: A living piece, a living Peace
- 7. Space: Tears of Joy
- 8. Depth: The burden of Sorrow
- 9. Actuality: Picture Yourself
- 10. Having-been: Stiff as a board and light as a feather
I want to send you my number, it’s negative one, zero, and one. Like this -1, 0, 1.
So zero and two. So, Nothing, and two of
not-nothing. One is love, approach love. One is fear, withdraw from fear.
But I also want to tell you I’m totally radioactive and an ounce of me weighs about 5,000 lbs.
I’m terrified but somehow cold as steel.
But after that, when I pass the event horizon of my turtle shell, I’m a soft safe space where you can relax and feel vulnerable and wanted. A bubble bath with Aphrodite, a golden silence, a haunted song.
But, we might as well live on different planets. A wellspring of hope and hallucination to throw a coin into and make a wish to believe in our lies.
Imagine a dark living room, lit dimly by an old black and white T.V. — it plays through the static, a flashing puppet show of a boy named Howdy Doody.