balls of light

balls of light are flying around the room as my spouse beats the walls to notify a resident squirrel in our attic that there are other occupants in her house. view video.

notice how even though the orbs are moving in the field with only one source of diffuse light, no matter their direction or orientation they stay perfectly round. the light source is an east-facing window shaded by silk inside and by robust bushes outside. it is afternoon, and the east wall is already in shade. therefore, there is no direct light to illuminate dust.

this is real. i've seen balls of light. one changed my life. i thank her sincerely for her grace. a sweet little thing she is, with the power of niagra falls. true love.

this is not her,

just a place holder.

forgive yourselves

you have heard it said: atonement comes through sacrifice, payment in blood.  you have heard it said that forgiveness is granted by god, that no man may forgive a sin or "transgression of the law."  but i tell you now.  forgive yourselves.  you may forgive yourselves everything, the suv's, the boobtube reali-t-v shows, the televalgelists, the big hair, the fashion sense full of faux pas, the morbid obesity, the fowl moods, the anger, the blood you shed, the blood you unintentionally eat. 

finally, be done with the idea that god will send you to hell for eating the wrong thing, making love to the wrong thing, doing the wrong thing, believing the wrong thing. 

forgive yourselves at the risk of heresy,
forgives yourselves because you can. 

for god's sake, forgive yourselves.


the good green life!
the next installments are coming from my backyard, in an undisclosed location...  well, anyway...  i'll share my progress in my raised organic bed garden, about the size of 4 postage stamps.  it's 4 4x4 foot beds, for a total of 64 sq ft.  the yields were good last year.  i thought so, anyway. 

here's to the love the earth gives us, though we do not deserve it.  the question of forgiveness is not one of sin, but only relies on whether you give the hungry and thirsty plant babies you've nurtured what they need.  what to do when they're all horny and having an orgy of fertilization?  how do you encourage your progeny's sexual reproduction that yield the fruit you want? 

rule #1: eat their produce and love it.  tell the plants just how much you love to eat the fruit of their labors.

rule #2 grow sunflowers.  they attract the bees who are referees and close attendants to participants at the orgy taking place.  in the process of dining and bathing in the pollen of the sunflowers, they visit the tomatoes, the squash, the plants who depend on their busy little bodies to carry their love aloft.

more to come...

this is my dear, charming, pushy, annoying, stink-pot, tenaciously loving, yoshitoshi who is lovingly buried in the same backyard, although that is not necessarily where he is now.  i like to think he looks on.

peace,
david

a new and exciting adventure

my declaration of independence, brothers and sisters.

no mean spirit

in it,

a little shaken,

mistaken,

that what i did

was stupid,

and then,

yet again.

the latest issue

is pith, marrow and recycled tissue.

no matter the size of the dork,

it rides the water like a cork

or a drunken sailor in a waterproof box

committed to the current in detox.

almost defeats the porpoise.

mercury is risen

as a lean, aeolian alien,

sowing tomorrow's sorrows,

harm in harmony,

expressing gratitude

with a pained attitude,

appreciation with

depreciation

and apologies

in eloquent elegies.

medicine walks

the razor’s edge.

hermes will fledge

and take sweet flight

from the ledge,

no mean spirit

in it.

there is only one revolution,
and it is revolving now.
occupy everything.

beloved

i am david.

my name means beloved.  i thank my mother every time i realize that. i like to think that she named me that so i could always know that i'm beloved.  mother is our first guru. earth is our mother. earth is our first guru.

i sometimes call myself sarva. it's a sanskrit word that means "all" or "everything."  it seems kind of arrogant or egotistical to call yourself everything.  actually, it is the opposite.  because i am not separate from the multiverse, if i am to know mySelf, i must first know the entire multiverse, which thing is impossible.  but i must do my best.  for me, it is the multiversal imperative.  know thySelf... know the Self.

there is some mysterious continuity, though nothing ever stays the same for long or slows down for a split second to be defined, i remain an individuated entity.  though i was once microscopic and once more akin to an amphibian than a human.  then, i enter the bright, noisy, cold, hard world, helpless, unable to speak or walk or feed myself.  through all the learning and unlearning, through the infinite variety of changes inherent in human life, beneath all the social roles, through it all, i am me.  i am.  that Self is a student to the multiversal guru.

this is a new beginning... so to speak.