A show of some of my recent work. Come by the opening (thurs aug 6 6-9pm), I’ll be giving personal I-ching, esoteric astrology and poetry readings. This art show is only up until the 13th, so catch it if you can, plus the coffee and food is yummy and the people that run the place are beautiful chico fam.
cafe flo is located on 6th & flume, next to the pagaent theatre.
in light
all-ways

This is going to be REALLY FREAKIN STRANGE and oddly beautiful.(see flyer below)
here’s a little tidbit from it if you can’t make it. this is wisdom from pancho pablavskie star-ka-pho-guse, channeled through dragonboy, on the subject of transforming reality through dreaming:
article # 891. all beings are your personal creative servants wether they realize it or not. IMPORTANT: If you awaken to the fact that you are indeed one of these personal creative servants, you can begin to create beautiful and meaningful chaos within the dreams of all creatures. ALSO: once you awaken in the dream and find others who have awakened around you, your ability to creatively enslave each-other is enhanced and highly delight-able.

your cognition is never restricted to just this.

in fact flights of fancy reveal seeds whose
trees grow taller than the life you once thought yourself to lead.

never, yet always subtle,
the revealers suggestions.

the one penetrating ray pierces without question…

he re-steeps his pot of tea water “who came up with the new artwork?”, he asks, casually, glancing at the walls of the metal box.

“Its Dave’s actually”, the charmingly beautiful woman behind the counter, as she gestures towards me.

“oh, ok” the leisurely dressed man.
“we have new art every month”, she.
“oh, ok”, he.

then back to the plight at hand —how to stand with feet planted
rootlike into an ocean whose source never ceases, while simultaneously
thrusting arms, hands, head and fingers into the wispy clouds
of reflecting effervescence.

how to inspire the inner eyes of the masses
into a state of “ah ha”

the depth of this eye speaks not in words
but through divine suggestive means

the endless mingling of she and he

pumping eternal blessings in order to transmit mothers caressing
in order that eyes might join in field of hatreds falling away

and angers uselessness revealed for what it is.
How I long to capsize the dying ship with its mentally overactive, power hungry
captain.

how i long to curl up like a fluffy white kitten within the breast of each
malnourished, miss-lead american.

to share a taste of the renewing nectar of captain mistress yes.

her winged body lifting I above the confusing feedback mechanism

her piercing black eyes crying the shadow creatures
who transmute pain into reasonless pleasure,

one step of birth, and death after another.

This is an art show i’m having this month at Empire coffee, which is a REALLY great place that’s inside of a train car and owned ran and managed by super fantastic people. quite fancy the whole thing! you should come look at art and drink coffee or tea! it’s on cherry & 5th, next to the amtrak station, the “reception” is sat. the art is up all month.
cheers

There is nothing subtle about the words
that blossom from your tongue.
In fact, each note that vibrates my frame is cause
for celebration.
How then, to tempt this supposedly sacred transmission.
How to relate such a suggestion within the framework
of a sentence? She.
She,
is a translator, he claims.
Run the impulsive reality through the stream of her being.
She is your primper, your internal god-willing meter.
She never waivers in her attempts to transfigure your
every outward gesture into a gift.
Her wisdom dances within the circuitry of loves creation.
All of creation.
You are a witness,
who must L I S T E N,
while simultaneously creating,
through her suggestions.
Her dance is eternal
written into the operating code of any living thing.
To forget or neglect her and act, is to deny your ability
to dance your eternal dance. Instead you dance for today, or yesterday
or tomorrow, you will not find her there.
She only exists within you
right here right now.
When you see this reality, you will know the truth of these words.
And eventually you will not care to dance without her guidance.
You will live more and more within the profound depths
of her eternal graciousness.
Capturing the underlying Yes within your own transmission,
you know
there can be no other purpose for relating.

The dreamers eyes touch me
soothing my own tired
blood sodden, sorrow filled orbs
twinges of hope
intermingled with fear
pain
comfort as well though,
an inner knowing that these
puncturing needles are never
without purpose.
I,
seeking the perfect answer.
You,
providing, with eyes unclouded.
To drift
for days on end
laying naked upon the deck of a craft
built, by the sheer will of our inner mothers knowing,
in the middle of a vast
gently swaying sea
the sweet smell of salt
the cry of the gulls circling overhead.
how do you do it?
i wonder
and everytime
without fail,
rescuing me
wrenching I like a weed
from my noose-like nest,
my perch atop the spire of death,
delicately curling talons around my trunk,
delivering me to the doorstep of my hearts
momentarily forgoten desire.
You,
quenching the thirst of a million previous Is.
Revealing, in an instant
the meaning of my inexhaustible toil,
grooming my white crystaline skin,
the tip of your angelic tongue,
a welcome break
in the storm clouds
that have become my mind.

The ever amazing and insightful Emily will be giving a talk tomorrow on ayurveda at cafe culture. Come and learn about your beautiful self.

photos from a wheeled migration ride I participated in on Saturday. SO AMAZING!