How does it feel to be home? .....

Toes touching sand

Warm sun

Ocean scented breeze

Soft surf

Missing home tonight. It hurts.

Some very strange blogs out there. Mostly, though, it is the self speaking to the self...

"But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking?--- the entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world---a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors." Virginia Woolf



.and people wanting others to be interested with an internal conversation that cannot be stopped...but a very edited internal conversation is blogged. Who dares offer all of which the mind speaks to itself ? It is comical to hear some persons say, " Oh, I would never think such a thought." These deniers kid themselves. The mind produces thoughts despite our wishes. What is this 'editor of thoughts' that quickly attempts to erase thoughts, whether pleasant or otherwise??

One day I hope to find a blog in which this editor of thoughts is on vacation....and so the blog would reflect a reality of thoughts, not something contrived, managed, or edited into another "well written" piece of crap.

With lost passion she gazed into his gorgeous dark eyes......and wept. What was more empty.....his eyes?...or her soul?

The IT people back in the early years predicted that "the world will blossom" with the influx of information to every corner of the globe. The world still remains buried in war, disease, famine, mistrust, envy, deceit. If any bloom at all, it is artificial. You can lead the people to information, but still they do not "see".

Many americans appear to distrust reality, and cling to their personal political fantasies. Thus true transparency simply confuses and disheartens. Basing personal political thought on major sensationalism media can be directly tied to the public's manic consumerism. The public elected Obama on one of its manic "highs", and now turns on him when depressed. Transparency is not only needed in corporations and government, but also within the publics view of themselves. Are we really what we say we are? Almot never.

"THE COMING INSURRECTION"....a manual for change....

....From humans as parasites to humans as humans.

......From humans as disease to humans as humans.

Earth will love you for it.

ME AND FANTASY

ME AND FANTASY

Me: but how is it you came.

Fanta: on the summer’s night wind.

Me: Ah, …but last night there was no wind.

Fanta: I followed a moonbeam.

Me: But what if clouds prevail?

Fanta: Then I shall find your dreams.

Me: what if….what if I dream no more?

Fanta: you and I shall disappear.
If you search you will not see
If you wish I will not be.
So who do you want me to be?

Me: you are in spite of me
You are a willow tree
In my heart and in my dreams
You are my secret fantasy.

Fanta: Consider this, daydreamer--
If I am yours and you are mine
Who made who upon a time?
We are not the same. We harmonize.
I am the music in your eyes
You are the whispers in my sighs

Me: then lead me on a sandy beach where land and waters meet
White sand…with cliffs and campfires and tales of rocket ships.
Marshmallow kisses, seashells, and wine
Wind in curls rhyme
Lost, not alone, in love
Walk me on the edge
Between me and fantasy.