5/13
reading this article http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-17537845
about Gyani Maiya Sen, from Western Nepal (where the borders blur with
tibet, china, india, kashmir, pakistan, mustang) the last know speaker of
Kusunda, which has little connection to other
languages in its structure, syntax, etc. like a galaxy that’s about to be
sucked up into dark matter or void space, de-energized. or maybe its just one
of hundreds of other successful franchises in other dimensions, an attempt at
outposting that didn’t take.
logic
tends to bring me down, especially when throwing in value judgments—I mean,
there have to be standards. but we can only see/logic the games of the know,
seeing the same dynamics at a higher level of interaction and effect is what we
call intuition/ genius / lucky. I postulate that it always better to seek a richer
energy level. maybe not right now, as the ching is always ready to say. but ive
never seen a step backwards advised. maybe when you’re in so tight reverse is
the only available.
a
spate of sunny, 80 degrees and I’m ready to beam a little (be am). let me
throw in yesterdays poem, in the beaming, especially with many dark clouds
across me when the light was brought out, so to pass some of these multi-level photons on—
Her Hair is the Sun (for maryrose)
She says her yellow & green snakeskin is perfect, loose
& cool
amid the goodwills, laundromats & 7-11s of saturday
morning america
the perky and sparkling with their lists, their shops,
while the heavy-headed glide frictionless & partly
elsewhere,
questions of time, posture, parts clicking together fate
yes we’re filling the sky with our spontaneous sunshine
the gloomers in washington, new york berlin, beijjing
are losing motivation—we’ll dance even if the music stops
which it cant since we’re permeated with it.
you can hear my air guitar blocks away, the resonance inside
my head
lets each car sings its tune, that much metal is never
silent,
always listening and sending back, always touched and
changed:
may we all collect royalties from our city’s song
this glorious, ordinary day