l’eau de la vie

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experiment, flv, l'eau de la vie, poetry, the water of life

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my dear bruddhaha

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brother, poetry

on the largeness of being

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poem, poetry, s., scott

mountains are there to be climbed

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big sur, dolmas, grapejuice, grow your own, poetry, vacation

summer reveries

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poetry, sketch, summersong, sweet hay

songstress

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photography, poetry, venice beach

impressions at the river

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alone, food, long walk, poetry, river, smells, spring

onward and upwards

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no failure, poetry, self-portrait aged 16, star gazer

self-portrait aged 16

NO FAILURE

when to the dangerous confines of my mind

i find myself enamoured of myself

so pleased with this or that encounter

stand poised for some glory or disaster

which must follow a grandiose delusion of my worth

i must with grim determination

look to my faults and send a truer version of the

whole

to the command center housed in my skull (military

intelligence)

then, when i superimpose the negative, now

developed,

i count the failures, glaring inconsistencies, and

shortcomings

i am disillusioned and free to sense the urgency to

use what little force i have

with little or no expectation of reward, i find myself

in a smaller place

and the scale of spheres of being beyond my ignorant

laziness astounds me

but i am encouraged to redouble efforts from the

heart and entreat god for the power to do some good.

…

how to get more gold

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alchemy, experiment with interest, palm, poetry, riches, sketch

why don't we all automatically know how to turn lead into gold? or why is alchemy so impossible. is it just an analogy for spirtual mastery?

THE EXUBERANT PALM

the exuberant palm

dares the wind to blow

her feathered fronds are bending

as if bliss could be a vision

or, in the calm expectant

loosely letting limbs languish

like actors' arms, gathers

power from the light

then when the howling winds

shake lashing leaves

the limit of endurance

and frowning branches snap

and fly and fall to a remnant

of their original selves

the palm stands humbly counting

fewer arms

and sucking deeply

from the soil

transforms a liquid intoxicant

the mother tree spews forth

fresh shoots to fan the laughing stars …

seeds on stones

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disillusionment, frodo, poetry, seeds of fear

the seeds of fear

there's insanity in being right all the time

there's insanity in ignoring truth

soft rose petals float from innocent mouths

collide with the sparse dark particles

splinters of evil have a headlong pace

every movement, every lie

becomes ridiculous in the real world.

i mind that the silence is shattered by metallic scrapings

noxious gases gather in layers of frightening colors

my opinion of precious beauty

may be the poison that corrodes gold

but wishing that those thorny daggers of error

are tricks of the light

and those fantastic chimeras which peaked our joy unexpectedly

and fed our wantonness were all a mist… no harm at all

are but the pains that seeds of fear will reap in times to come

just a little sketch oil painting inspired by the character "frodo" from the j.r.r. tolkein epic. …