If you enter the forest and see a path then it is not yours
I Am ice blocks on burning rocks
I Am winter storm in Spring
I AM warm milky dialogue between lovers
I AM pure clean blood pumped straight from
the organ that heals
Musica. industrial,metal,rap trip hop, hip hop, experimental, noise, classical, instrumental, ambient, psy-trance, folk,drum & bass, jungle,folk,reggae ........too much to explain
role play
Peace building and conflict transformation work
bondage
being painted on.. body painting, writing, novels, poetry, research,
fire twirling
Submission
community art
suspension
asahi, cheese and avocado
mediating and working with energy
protests, rallies.festivals... anything that brings people together
SO this is the poem that will soon be a tattoo that sprawls down my right thigh
I am as eternally hungry for knowledge
As knowledge itself is eternally endless
And in seeking it
I too shall remain endless
For in knowledge there is truth
The truth that we belong to each other
That we belong to the earth
When beauty is witnessed beyond
It brings peace to the madness within
Then there will be no death
Only the changing of worlds
As we evolve within the knowledge of ourselves
If we can embrace the truth
Our stories will never end
So yeah it seems strange that I have decided not to spend months and months perfecting every word as I would normally do. I have come to the inevitable conclusion that I am only perfect in my imperfection, so why should my tattoos (that are indeed are part of that imperfection) be perfect either? Wow, did I just say perfect that many times? hahahahaha. In other words if you dont like it, I dont want to hear about ok? Didnt your mother ever teach you if you can say something nice, then shut the fuck up? My thighs remember!
Que mas? I would kill to pass a day with rhe, eat some thai, and chill out in Warrandyte -all in good time I suppose. I am currently feeling quite conflicted, my frustration at the 1970 teaching methods of my spanish teacher is giving me fantasies of dropping out and working full time at the N.G.O in Puebla. Of course, the trust fund that is paying me to be here, wants a fucking transcript, so fantasies they will remain!
There are of course other points of confliction that I seem to be experiencing. Having fantasies about someone that I have never met - how that is even possible I cant explain. I think maybe he is the only one that understands how that feels.
Today I got on a bus deliberately got lost for about three hours while listening to Boards of Canada, it was the most sanity I think i have had in weeks. I saw another four or five three legged dogs while aboard my mystery bus, I don't understand, where are all their legs?
anyway so, suprise suprise.. Im going to make tea (when am I not making/and or drinking tea), eat some vegemite (thanks ma) bury myself in research and gaze at this beautiful purple sky which seems to remind that anything is possible.
Gods are created, discovered,,
And eternally perfected by the souls and minds of their creations,
But Gods cannot grant us peace,
Cannot forgive us,
If we cannot forgive ourselves
If we cannot forgive each other
Peace never rests,
It lies beyond love,
Beyond passion and possession,
Peace is a process for the souls wrapt with, flesh,
As alive and fluid,
As the forces of culture and language,
That dictates that flesh,
And like all life,
It must be fed and nurtured,
Most of us,
Are blessed by six senses,
to taste,
to see,
to touch,
to hear
to smell,
to feel
Then some of us,
Get the sense of something greater,
The unspoken sense,
The Seventh sense
This sense lies within us
dormant
Harbouring unspoken truths,
These truths are accessed through all the senses,
Through deep meditative reflection,
Of our experiences and of ourselves
Through internal and external travel,
To bear witness to the beauty beyond yourself
So as to experience the beauty within
To shed the skin of ones ego,
And see the perfect whole that remains,
When we become aware of these truths
When they are remembered
Through our bodies,
Our emotions
our instincts
And our intuitions
We have accessed the seventh sense
We have set ourselves free
This is a gift we are given
The gift of giving itself
This,
Is the process of peace
imaginary worlds
2008/01/18 02:59 I feel so strange to be here again on bme after so many years and so many memoiries of a life I can hardly remember and yet somehow miss. Why do people judge? Why are people so afraid of fetish? It is only an interpretation of passion and sensuality. I really dont understand.
And why are there so many three legged dogs here? (thats a whole other stream of thought)
ahh I am so tired. And so desperately would love some thai food - and some Melbourne chai, but it is so very far away. Yes thai & chai, and perhaps a room filled with pillows and blankets and purple haze, and some water soluble markets for my flesh. Yes all of this together in a pressurised cabin on the highest mountain on earth ...and someone that I am in love with. Just for a day or two. I think these - shall be my sleeping thoughts .xxxxnighs nighnighs
