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posted : 2006.Feb.17 @ 11.45pm
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gaia:verse
ageless one of the deep
there is no love but what you dream so wide asleep
nestled in the growing
between the nothing and the knowing
heart wide open and bloom these story songs
my body sings you all
(one heart beating)
a spider gently hangs with wholly grace
these perfect creation songs are spiral spun
with a sound so clear and true that it even tastes like you
gaia figure eight is a new born babe to coo
mother eden of all begendings
i am you.
- seed
the earth mother - a costume modeled by its maker - rebecca of mythmaker
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posted : 2006.Feb.17 @ 11.49pm
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medi:verse
i peer into the wild cosmik embrace of infinite worlds .:. beseech thee to the unconditional seamless dream of galaxies come unfurled, to the farthest stars, to the shining sun she teach me, to the wild embrace of the endless cosmic dance in place. this universal transdimensional flowing pulsing dreaming touch, oh streaming dragonik universe i love you *so* much.
rise to this occation, remember the codes. the dreamer awakes and the dreamed one knows. look into the mirror, i see myself in your dear face, *recognize* is the love will taste her soul mate. remember you beloved 1 is shine to you my dear son, forever one, forever one, is ageless, remembered.
is deep recognition.
tzolkien.
we're on jade time now
gaia splendour seeded grace to grow. clicking mulch the worm's reply, we never die, tho how we try. is mother bloom cycle deep down the womb to spiral, hyper fractal weave tha language, crystal hold the source, touch the centre, harmonik codes reply and rise into the father sky. is we never die, this mother bears her children through the dark unborn, alchemically conditioned flow the gateway, blink and listen.
coming back quick up to zion we grow, is the buzzing clicking singing hymns of the birdsong that the froggies know. is the holy tree she teach me, is the finches flocking through me in a baby's coo infinity spiral figure 8 in destiny. is i dream you again, is i finally understand, fatelines in a symphony of edenic purity from the source of the truth standing tall before you, and she gives the apple cause she loves you in gratitude.
i know you.
flaming sequence of stones to scrye the lessons from the bones in the crazy god of the mountain, alex grey pour it through like a fountain. the cyclical glimmer of the galaktik quiver in the bones, as we let go and find tools, and the weapon falls clean from you. neanderthal rise and stand tall. to the dust with the lust for war, is we reaching out for more in this elvin green and we dance bright and evolving in a stream thru memory. galaktik harmony with this Earth story.
flower in diversity like a meta-productive symphony of bodies in delicate flesh mesh with a lover and watery eyes soul gaze to each other. the lineage touch every sensory level into you.
a baby's wale is to a probing snale is to a microcosmic spinning chanting source expanding merkaba like a swimming whale. grandmother of memory emerging gracefully inside of me. silverbirch liantie, spider weave this minie. telektononik embrionik total recall recapitulate. soul kin wheel of time together entwined as the story goes and the blood flows, this dna creation story comes back quick from the micro. surfaced to the beginning of time and space and long before from distant shores of galaxial realms into worm hole beyonds is interstellar dew ponds. alien dreamtime, and it just gets bigger. i keep preaching to the choir, cause it works best or so i figure.
is the elvin terence mind probe, is the hovering celestial microbe, is the open i to touch you, is the mushroom seems to like you. the visionary origins of language draw near, like the dawn of ape and the greening scapes of a newborn world to penetrate. lightning fertilize the stew. cellular epiphany goes from me, to me and you.
- vine
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context >> i wrote this on the last magnetik skywalker for luke to go in a card. i loved it so much that i transcribed it for reference, and shifted it around over time.
sky:clad
is special poems for luke on his birthday.
1) so, it comes to this. and so it is, that beautiful long and soft dragon weaving star staircases spiral through the everything, all spider woven in perfect loving embraces, lift us through the whirling mists of impossible enchantment to this humble moment, where in a simple gesture of yes, we are exploded from the birth of time and space through the edgeless in between infinities of massive rediculous synchronicities of incomprehensable simplicity of this elegant complexity of a million eternal systems in perfect equilibrium giving birth to you, now. so happy birthday! (because it could have just as easily gone the other way).
and in this chill-o-cosmik thrill, of doing what we will, in this wild foray of galactik apple crunching harmony, gardenically edening in this growing spiral lotus eternal bloom of the perfect diamond web of neverending i love you, is the magic is dreaming of you. and so, in the great divine laughter of ten thousand happily ever afters, you are born, whisked to the i of this brand new inceminating lightning bolt storm of glorious, dna-beaming rainbow white epiphanies, all perfectly and ecstatically, lovingly and fantastically engaged with this one immaculate yes, of right now. (wow)
and so all shimmering light descends, so gently upon you, here. and in this exquisite dream, of wickedly inspiring, mischievous, wry-smiling, impossible riddle twisting, deep soul listening, humble invisible giggles of the nothing that we are, it just so happens, that you are a star. and the extra special ungraspable truth, which cannot be explained and thus has no proof, is that even if you were just a regular bloke, i'd love you exactly the way you are. is magic special luke scores the biggest prize cause he looks deep into those loving eyes, and in that endlessly loving everywhere place, as he gazes into that unconditional face, is his skywalking soul learns to never (and always) die. we're stoked you were born, and that's one reason why.
yes, luke, you made it. through crazy wild extra dark death machines squishing your brains, to crystal star land pagoda temple heavens in the cloudiest pantheonic scenes, you managed to hit the mark smack on the dott, and this luke, all of this, is the gift that you got. and here we are, children of all these immaculate worlds, watching ourselves being born, as every seamless strand, by some godly hand, so graciously comes unfurled. we stargaze our lives into epic beyonds, is nakedly swim refreshingly, through clicking tadpole interstellar dew ponds, and then curl up cozy for a good night's rest in the fern fronds.
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akashi:verse
life all:revealingly braids herself into light
to uncurl the portals through each origami fold
movement communicates this lineage of song
body of the world : akashic record player
goddess mother agape light of the deepest centre fold
streaming questions are all high epiphanies of real:eyes
prism source art:iculate and hold tha shimmering keys
is ecstatically intuit eternal flows inside the grass blade
oh to hear the grass
light years forever dreaming distance into instance
love:tech star walkers all scatter living mustard seeds
sportles of finest nectar spinning in stellar infinities
fear:not for:all angelic flame of love is here inside
- rainbow brite
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