Life is a Stage; Get an Acting Coach

 

“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts…”

 

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At this juncture, it seems that the clouds and stars and birds and trees and wind and sea are all murmuring the same thing:

Play your part….

 

Occasionally you’ll catch a “…better… or else…!” 

If the tide is too unseasonably low

And the beauty of that present presence isn’t caught Up

all at once,

in the bat of a lash,

sparkling with indignation through and through,

Before it breaks into

gentle laughter,

a

reminder of

kaboo.

 

Then a long sigh

floats aside our

ego savior-

faire

 

How long before our parts are played with the beauty and precision

for which they were written 2 dare?

 

When exactly will we accept the magnificence of these roles,

scripts, parts; all already cast,

already ours? 

Though perhaps our delivery is languid

in the turbulence of something so

allegedly far.

 

***

 

DIRECTOR’S CUT:

And what are we to make of the Director’s Cut of our tele-Vive

that makes us weep for all the assassinations

the television war has made us grieve.

 

If life is a grand show

that inevitably has the curtains shut,

Wouldn’t it make sense

to watch the Director’s Cut?

 

I, this mysterious Brilliance, in charge of every last detail

 

Says your line is as follows:

“Fret not my dear, your script reads ‘Prevail’ ”

 

So seek out your coach once the play itself has been studied absolutely true,

For eternal are His precepts,

Though only She acts as if they were

 

new.

 

So as you read your lines, watch to see,

why is  your role {if at all] lacking in dimension?

 

 

In utter originality?

 

Like any true artist knows it is in the love of the craft

that ultimately renders the villain’s role

indubitably daft.

 

So rest not in their pension of blood and disarray so concord,

4 it is in the destiny of our drama and performance

that will eventually move us Upward.

 

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Selah*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Organic Conspiracy

Conspiracy theories are a dime a dozen these days and most aren’t worth a quarter that. That’s why I only go organic these days. You haven’t heard? Regular conspiracy theories are ladled with the kind of toxins that make mercury look like chamomile. Only organic conspiracy theories are good for you. They are harvested from the same fields of imagination, but these conspiracy theories cover the good that is going on so covertly we never would have dreamed it possible (right?) S0 the next time you read online, or hear from an acquaintance, or stumble blindly across a conspiracy theory that makes your insides slither just remember to go organic and see the world for what it truly is: A maze of wonder and creation so beautiful you dare not know it to be true. 😀

Fractals & DNA

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THIS IS YOU…

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Fractals are infinite

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And so is the essence of you.

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Experience yourself in all your grandness,

By speaking, envisioning, and recognizing the great

Hatching!

Unknown

Don’t think chicken or egg,

Believe, knowing

you are now the swan.

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You’ll be amazed

by how amazing

your genetic make-up

makes-up reality.

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Look into your own fractal/genetic code

and you will find the spiritual astrophysicist

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Who will do wonders

for all.

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Addressing the innate/fractal/genetic resonance

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To Those Who Write In Disappearing Ink

 

To write in the darkest ink

Upon onyx page

Spells words of hope blind men read

 

Though black and white letters

Kiss the pupil now

With simple remedying 

 

They’ll lose their easy glow

For lights will flicker

And oculus form Cat’s Eye 

 

Stars burn bright and enlighten

Red Candelabras

Blossom the fire flowers  

 

That drips their goo of waxy

Dew onto our quilled

Parchment of scribing when pure

 

As cosmic beacons collapse

Upon their own weight

A super nova clean slate

 

Time now lurking in shadows 

During those blackouts 

Leaving behind only thought

 

Many transform paralyzed

With contagious fear

When all is wrought with the dark

 

But there is a class apart

A misfit breed true

Persevering by design

 

Pocketed armament deep

Tethered tablets low

To conceal when others glow

 

For their marrow dictates truth

That putrefying

Princesses produce bouquets

 

And sweet kits at play surely 

Slay sleeping mothers

Atop nests of golden eggs

 

Coffins low take you home high

Ripping orchid flesh

Seraphs blow kisses goodbye

 

Scriveners ex or cross check

Your hatched demise 

With irony spilling spit

 

Ye see, 

Thee 

That frolic only 

 

In Summer’s sweet

Glare

Can never win the battle 

 

 

Of precious everlasting light

Because, remember now

Night can simply never be bright.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To write in the darkest ink

Upon onyx page

Spells words of hope blind men read

 

Though black and white letters

Kiss the pupil now

With simple remedying 

 

They’ll lose their easy glow

For lights will flicker

And oculus form Cat’s Eye 

 

Stars burn bright and enlighten

Red Candelabras

Blossom the fire flowers  

 

That drips their goo of waxy

Dew onto our quilled

Parchment of scribing when pure

 

As cosmic beacons collapse

Upon their own weight

A super nova clean slate

 

Time now lurking in shadows 

During those blackouts 

Leaving behind only thought

 

Many transform paralyzed

With contagious fear

When all is wrought with the dark

 

But there is a class apart

A misfit breed true

Persevering by design

 

Pocketed armament deep

Tethered tablets low

To conceal when others glow

 

For their marrow dictates truth

That putrefying

Princesses produce bouquets

 

And sweet kits at play surely 

Slay sleeping mothers

Atop nests of golden eggs

 

Coffins low take you home high

Ripping orchid flesh

Seraphs blow kisses goodbye

 

Scriveners ex or cross check

Your hatched demise 

With irony spilling spit

 

Ye see, 

Thee 

That frolic only 

 

In Summer’s sweet

Glare

Can never win the battle 

 

 

Of precious everlasting light

Because, remember now

Night can simply never be bright.

 

 

To write in the darkest ink

Upon onyx page

Spells words of hope blind men read

 

Though black and white letters

Kiss the pupil now

With simple remedying 

 

They’ll lose their easy glow

For lights will flicker

And oculus form Cat’s Eye 

 

Stars burn bright and enlighten

Red Candelabras

Blossom the fire flowers  

 

That drips their goo of waxy

Dew onto our quilled

Parchment of scribing when pure

 

As cosmic beacons collapse

Upon their own weight

A super nova clean slate

 

Time now lurking in shadows 

During those blackouts 

Leaving behind only thought

 

Many transform paralyzed

With contagious fear

When all is wrought with the dark

 

But there is a class apart

A misfit breed true

Persevering by design

 

Pocketed armament deep

Tethered tablets low

To conceal when others glow

 

For their marrow dictates truth

That putrefying

Princesses produce bouquets

 

And sweet kits at play surely 

Slay sleeping mothers

Atop nests of golden eggs

 

Coffins low take you home high

Ripping orchid flesh

Seraphs blow kisses goodbye

 

Scriveners ex or cross check

Your hatched demise 

With irony spilling spit

 

Ye see, 

Thee 

That frolic only 

 

In Summer’s sweet

Glare

Can never win the battle 

 

 

Of precious everlasting light

Because, remember now

Night can simply never be bright.

 

 

 

To write in the darkest ink

Upon onyx page

Spells words of hope blind men read

 

Though black and white letters

Kiss the pupil now

With simple remedying 

 

They’ll lose their easy glow

For lights will flicker

And oculus form Cat’s Eye 

 

Stars burn bright and enlighten

Red Candelabras

Blossom the fire flowers  

 

That drips their goo of waxy

Dew onto our quilled

Parchment of scribing when pure

 

As cosmic beacons collapse

Upon their own weight

A super nova clean slate

 

Time now lurking in shadows 

During those blackouts 

Leaving behind only thought

 

Many transform paralyzed

With contagious fear

When all is wrought with the dark

 

But there is a class apart

A misfit breed true

Persevering by design

 

Pocketed armament deep

Tethered tablets low

To conceal when others glow

 

For their marrow dictates truth

That putrefying

Princesses produce bouquets

 

And sweet kits at play surely 

Slay sleeping mothers

Atop nests of golden eggs

 

Coffins low take you home high

Ripping orchid flesh

Seraphs blow kisses goodbye

 

Scriveners ex or cross check

Your hatched demise 

With irony spilling spit

 

Ye see, 

Thee 

That frolic only 

 

In Summer’s sweet

Glare

Can never win the battle 

 

 

Of precious everlasting light

Because, remember now

Night can simply never be bright.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Made of stars, moon and the Sun

I

Without my eyes on you Panthera onca

Your play is as pure as the torch’s touch;

A lamb in fleece upon the snow

II

Weighted pads of worn romance red carpet silt,

Clay seas parting for oily Moses’ musk

Priest one two, pyro three four,

You, Jaguar, must walk alone

 

III

Sun and moon fight endlessly for Jaguar’s starry eyes

Their only requited gaze

IV

Her rosettes must tutor leopards

Tigers, tooth and nail

Lions get the silver screen

But Jaguars guard the gold

 

V

When you are black your mysteries run deeper

And you become the stone of the meadow

VI

Your pelt is where pixies hide,

Loved by Saks and the ransackers near and far,

Cars too calloused and women too eaten and starving

To know just what they possess

 

VII

In reptilian nurseries your legend

Makes pretty little crocodile tears

Scaled fights of flight, Jaguar teaches

The cold-blooded how to fear.

VIII

Supple chlorophyll coitus into her arms of vine and bark,

Slit-throat life purveyor I long for you like breathes of eternal spring;

 

You were not made to look back

Hearts in tulip shade tuft twitch – parabola switch,

 

VIIII

I will try to tell them about you

And how when you are gone

There is no need for another dawn.

 

Why Should I Be Responsible?

Before reading please take this 1-question

poll on responsibility.

The words divine, angelic and transcendental are designed to make the heart flutter, whereas the word responsible has a weight to it that seems to linger in the air like a bad smell. Suddenly the ethereal world of lightness and acceptance is dependent upon a real-life circumstance… and by “real-life” I mean the soul-crushing gravity of our world that seems so intent on blocking you from Oneness.

So why should you be responsible? To make money, to avoid future problems, or simply because you’re supposed to? To be loved?  Your brain will exponentially expand with justifications, citing numerous causes for the knots in your shoulders and the sidewinders in your intestines. It will respond to these things as mere side effects of “responsibility”… yet quite often the flurry of neural activity sparked by such a notion can stop the flow of the essence of responsibility~ to respond.

We all respond to outside stimuli all the time. So therefore, we are all responsible. The question is how do we respond. Does our response enable us to be happier or merely more intwined in questions? And which is ultimately more beneficial to our hearts, to our souls, to our higher purposes? To be responsible is something we all do whether or not we choose to so why all the stress? Somewhere along the way we all interpret that to be encapsulated in led is “responsible”. We learn that to be an adult we must lug around hearts like a steamboat dragging it’s anchor. And we learn that if we do not respond as others expect, want, or believe we will be the most irresponsible creature created. We live and grow and die in an irresponsible world. Respond accordingly beloved.

 

Simplify with Praying Mantis

The praying mantis has much to share… but for today let us hear from the heart. As a treasured dispenser of wisdom and wonder the praying mantis would have us consider the importance of deep listening. Praying mantis hears with only one “ear” and this singular hearing mechanism is located in the animal’s chest. 

 

Today take more time to focus on hearing like praying mantis. This doesn’t mean you have to block out the world around you, just try to tune into the one within you a little more. You could be missing out on a serenade too beautiful for words that simply sings to you, or a long forgotten favorite that has only sweetened with time.