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