Guest guest Posted October 12, 2002 Report Share Posted October 12, 2002 Yesterday wading the Eel River, today wandering the Lost Coast on the western edge of the continent the finger mudra signifying "OK!" may be applied -- wearing your cap filled with the bliss of your neural discharge blended with my own cerebral excess, gathering the exceptional Lost Coast beach chachka, featuring various forms of the Mystery as stone, bone, shell homes of gone creatures, twisty bleached fantasies of petrified wood, petrified no longer, alive as consciousness itself, bhakti neti poets intoxicated with the abundance of continental drift, gifts of pure worship gleaming in the inexpressible beauty of skeletal remains, scattered as prasad in the Redwood stump graveyard, mute testaments of crab, cormorant, deer, and later lovely vultures feasting on fallen lamb, so tender and juicy you can almost taste their delight, His Delight, Delight of Death feeding, ravenously, on itself as fallen lamb, the passing witnesses, pockets stuffed with the formidable cobra head of Shiva, the One to Whom you erected the Easter Island Lingam in adoration of this sky in ocean, ocean of mind, mind gone to Heart, Heart gone beyond, the direction most intriguing to us, already beyond conception, already beyond words except to say: Every Moment With You Is Precious! Every Moment With You Is Precious! LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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