greetings sabercats of love.
I have excitement to tell you that meditations are beginning again on January 5th, as well there will be a sounding group tuesdays at 7:30pm, and a writing group wednsdays at 7:30pm. please come and play with all of your creative abilities within the heart temple walls.
In Light and Love ALL-Ways
dragonboy

the walls of the new temple cave, now inhabited by Emily and I.

one by one
they came,
kaleidoscoping in and out of one another.
falling from the sky
spiraling
like a silent siren of light
from heavens open door.
i stood directly in the middle of the storm
arms outstretched skin vibrating with knowing
drinking in the laughter of their crying mouths.
hours passed before my seizing body, like
the shadows of swiftly moving clouds.
how long had it been?
a month?
a year ?
maybe more
when i awoke i knew the world would never be the same.
i crawled up and out of black liquid earth
mothers blood joined my own and filled
the air in my lungs with fierce and undying devotion
i would never die for lack of stimulus
for
i had become the very essence of creation.
not a breath would pass from my being without
the shadow of death remembered.
not a movement left unnoticed
callousness abandoned,
hope
a thing of the past.
i found deep joy in the rotting remains
of a time long forgotten.
blackened machines lay along side the
abandoned streets
enchanting murmurs
swam through newly drenched air
the tears of abandoned millions
pushed its way to the surface of my lucid skin
i drank.
knowing I would never
forget the reason for their downfall
the deadly finale
a tale suffocated by desire.
an alley way of despair.
if only the fallen could see now, the splendor of
their forgotten creators
ants marching mythically along the peeling bark of the manzanita
flies touching down on my body then taking flight
the delicate dark lines etched on skeletal remains
teeth still planted neatly within the sun bleached jaw bone
the whispering hum of the yellow jackets, a nest somewhere above
onward i walk
knowing the other
survivors
somewhere
walk as well
and in the same reverence,
i know
i can’t say how or why
but i know,
they walk
seeing each new scene
as if for the first time
like i
they look
they live
they listen.
we shall rise
again
like tides on sand
to meet,
in the dark body of our mother.

tides tremble
and press wild thumbs into hollow hearts
3 stars in the nights sky
they circle around trees to remember
sirens from hearts core to the day of birth and death
none left behind
thee activating sheath to inaugurate the future
to taste the tale you long to tell.
to spoon feed those who scream for more.
i
the marionette
a musing dance through loves intent
how intelligent to drive their eyes to small ones
how intelligent the small ones to drive their eyes
to yes.
to this.

life decays and thrives at the heArt temple




bosco and bagira




is that an emu?

tofurkey

saturnmask

caliopies treehouse

maia

jessie

faven and ezra

bagira

caleb

dragonboy & maia

samira & josh

ema

Captain Cristoph Columbo Calypso the 33 joins SandMantha the Divine Architect on a cosmic voyage to the planet Earth and Share their tales of August Ether at the Chico Earth Dance!
here’s a few photos,
see more photos here

I’m part of this group show callled Apropos Apropriation at the humanities center gallery on chico state campus, the reception is this friday 5-7.
Also This Saturday is Chico Earth Dance at the childrens park. We’ll be performing a Super Super cool piece called “The Magical Adventures of August Ether” at 2:15pm. I’ve been busting my a@$% to get it all together and it’s going to be freaking cool amazing strange beautiful, info and links below
blessings

chico earthdance

humanities center gallery
SEP. 4-OCT. 9
Apropos Appropriation Marion Bronson, Richard Whitehead, Elizabeth Newman Kuiper, Darice McGuire and David Sutherland
Sep. 12 Reception 5-7pm
Bronson: “…we call ourselves appropriationists, and the art form appropriationism. We coined the last two words to avoid the financial connotation of the dictionary word ‘appropriators.’ We have written rules, the most flexible and generous we could design. We are free to adapt each other’s art and ideas. Each of us owns all the work he or she produces as an individual, signs it with her or his own name, and is free not to share credit or pay royalties. The exhibit itself will include the originals and the adaptations, showing the unique patterns of appropriationism as the artists derived new works from each other’s products….As the opening date nears, none of us has a clear idea of what will be on the gallery walls. Instead we stay open to all the creative ideas of the members. Whitehead has decided to paint some of my close-up photos of his own work. McGuire chose to paint a photograph I had taken in Denver of an artist’s studio floor. Sutherland used Photoshop to alter several of my photos, and digitally combine them with his own digital images. Kuiper has been using a photo of the Denver studio floor to paint, and then photograph her painting as a background for tabletop photography.”

on the dirt road straight from susanville to gerlach!

in the mobile art temple w josh, marco, and quick

2 random beautiful beloveds

josh in wings

me riding a cock

inside of temple

ladybug boy

jaqueline the super sweet love child from puerta vallearta

me and “blank page”

GEO

monkey chant


cabrina & dragon

the gold paint goddess


charlie & dragon

fireboy

the first and last flight of my teenage mutant ninja turtle kite, it found it’s home & I gifted it to these kids from oakland


roxy!

hicksy at camp

skyler!

the poohbearball that kicked my ass!

mmmmmmmmmm…amuse playing on the temple

front window of the mobile art temple


temple burn

I’m at burningman . There will be no reading group or sounding session this week.
have a wonderful wonderful
in light
dragonboy