France

 

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Human one readjusts his diatomic virtuousness, never apologize for virtuosity!

I drank eleven lighters of green red fromage to yodel under free tomes. - trees

I read the DVD commentary, and I know now really eternannly We can readjust volume and brightness of colours from small towns where they are So kind and the king sits lonely contentedly and peacefully,

we all make it all like it should try to live one day and ten million thousand days with ourselves and all the Themselves

the an end

Avignon Hotel Bed Song

 Just in time to leave town, leavin' everyone down,

My expectation was grey, brown and sideways. 

Leaving home like he could enter sane judgments,

Entertaining what cannot be contained,

Shave our wily coyote fingers. 

A showboat that does not leave happiness 

Grows on trains when they explode,

Pouring snow like a bang and a banjo.

Zooming Zoo

 

He was a bit informed,

Not even a conscious dancer,

Not even a cleaner conscience...

Cecil's Will

Outline, History

Cid John born 1905, Hoboken, European immigrants parents. He moved to California in January 1930, then to Dallas in September 1930.

Joy born 1909, Dallas, 1/3 Jewish, 1/3 Greek. 1/3 Comanche. 

Their children:

Cecil John, born December 21st, 1935

Brother, Basil James born September 1st, 1931

Sister, Helena Joy born November 2nd, 1939

Her daughter Helen Grace born May 7th , 1969.

Chapters

1. May 5th, 1995 [Thursday, day after Cecil retired, he dies at 9 a.m.]

2. Tenth of December, 1994

3. Fifth of November, 1995

4. Joy to Grace

5. December 1999

6. May 2020

7. May 7th, 1995 [10 a.m. reading of Cecil's Will: (Last phrase of the book)]

 Transaction Voyage

Villager of Truth

To the Next Number

Wide Night

Easy Beach

Fish Cream

Ugly Human

Dumb Space 

Wild Microchip

Jade Pillow

First Day Nice

1 

2 Swedish 27-year-old college buddies sunbathe on rocks 15 meters from the Mediterranean waters in Nice, a few hundred people nearby, maybe still, or walking on le Promenade des Anglais.

2 

A young newlywed heterosexual couple from Louisiana or Tennessee dine at Bistrot de l'Opéra, next to a mother and adult son from Texas. They talk almost constantly and take a few photos.

3

A four-year old dark-haired boy watches the Mediterranean pass through a 2nd level commuter train window, on the way to Cannes at 9 something in the morning. 

His mom crouches behind him, watchful, pointing, tending, attending. Sunlight streams down on us. We all catch glances. We take the time, have time; forever is not long.

A Bath after Antibes

Translations of The Body Is a Message of the Universe

 1 Lamp 

2 The Final Stage of Yogic Concentration (Near the Moment of Death)

3 The Five Expressions of Cosmic Truth [ one of the essential forms (or kata, 型) of Shintaido ]

9  Masculine name that may be written with many different kanji, including:

英公 ("outstanding", "duke")

栄光 ("glory", "light")

10 Body Harmony Universe ...

From Bardo Thodol, Book 1

 Be not attached [to this world]; be not weak. Remember the 

Precious Trinity. 

11 

O nobly-born, whatever fear and terror may come to thee in the Chonyid Bardo, forget not these 

words; and, bearing their meaning at heart, go forwards: in them lieth the vital secret of recognition. 

'Alas! when the Uncertain Experiencing of Reality is dawning upon me here, 

With every thought of fear or terror or awe for all [apparitional appearances] set aside, 

May I recognize whatever [visions] appear, as the reflections of mine own consciousness; 

May I know them to be of the nature of apparitions in the Bardo: 

When at this all-important moment [of opportunity] of achieving a great end, 

May I not fear the bands of Peaceful and Wrathful [Deities], mine own thought-forms.' 

Repeat thou these [verses] clearly, and remembering their significance as thou repeatest them, go 

forwards, [O nobly-born]. Thereby, whatever visions of awe or terror appear, recognition is certain; 

and forget not this vital secret art lying therein. 

O nobly-born, when thy body and mind were separating, thou must have experienced a glimpse of the 

Pure Truth, subtle, sparkling, bright, dazzling, glorious, and radiantly awesome, in appearance like a 

mirage moving across a landscape in spring-time in one continuous stream of vibrations. Be not 

daunted thereby, nor terrified, nor awed. That is the radiance of thine own true nature. 

Recognize it. 

From the midst of that radiance, the natural sound of Reality, reverberating like a thousand thunders 

simultaneously sounding, will come. That is the natural sound of thine own real self. Be not daunted 

thereby, nor terrified, nor awed. 

The body which thou hast now is called the thought-body of propensities. Since thou hast not a 

material body of flesh and blood, whatever may come — sounds, lights, or rays — are, all three, unable 

to harm thee: thou art incapable of dying. It is quite sufficient for thee to know that these apparitions 

are thine own thought-forms. Recognize this to be the Bardo. 

-

I was listening to book 1 of Bardo Thodol, and I loved this part:

O nobly-born, that which is called death being upon you now, resolve thus: 'By taking advantage of this death, I will so act, for the good of all sentient beings, peopling 

the illimitable expanse of the heavens, as to obtain the Perfect Buddhahood, by resolving on love and 

compassion towards [them, and by directing my entire effort to] the Sole Perfection.' 

Shaping the thoughts thus, especially at this time when the Dharma-Kaya of Clear Light [in the state] 

after death can be realized for the benefit of all sentient beings, know that thou art in that state; [and 

resolve] that thou wilt obtain the best boon of the State of the Great Symbol, in which thou art, : 

'Even if I cannot realize it, yet will I know this Bardo, and, mastering the Great Body of Union in 

Bardo, will appear in whatever [shape] will benefit [all beings] whomsoever: I will serve all sentient 

beings, infinite in number as are the limits of the sky.' 

Keeping thyself unseparated from this resolution, thou shouldst try to remember whatever devotional 

practices thou were accustomed to perform during thy lifetime. 

In saying this, the reader shall put his lips close to the ear, and shall repeat it distinctly, clearly 

impressing it upon the dying person so as to prevent his mind from wandering even for a moment. 

...

Now thou art experiencing the Radiance of the Clear Light of Pure 

Reality. Recognize it. O nobly-born, thy present intellect, in real nature void, not formed into anything 

as regards characteristics or colour, naturally void, is the very Reality, the All-Good. 

Thine own intellect, which is now voidness, yet not to be regarded as of the voidness of nothingness, 

but as being the intellect itself, unobstructed, shining, thrilling, and blissful, is the very consciousness, 

the All-good Buddha. 

Thine own consciousness, not formed into anything, in reality void, and the intellect, shining and 

blissful, — these two, — are inseparable. The union of them is the Dharma-Kaya state of Perfect 

Enlightenment. 

8 

Thine own consciousness, shining, void, and inseparable from the Great Body of Radiance, hath no 

birth, nor death, and is the Immutable Light — Buddha Amitabha. 

Knowing this is sufficient. Recognizing the voidness of thine own intellect to be Buddhahood, and 

looking upon it as being thine own consciousness, is to keep thyself in the [state of the] divine mind of 

the Buddha. 

-

(:

I discovered Redon at the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam. 

https://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/en/collection/s0465N1996

Aaa

Ask the Setting Sun Mirror

 NEEDED 

BY EVERYTHING 

https://hualun.bandcamp.com/album/may-silence-be-with-you

It becomes normal. 

Why is it everything? Is it lazy?

Bristol Hotel, Avignon

 

On the Train Backwards from Arles

The school should be relax...

Avenue of one Avignon

After waking up to party

Travelon, Avalon.

Where we are, Babylon 

Way to be cool, for once.

A corsage of heart-red poppies

The corpse of a seagull killed by a train at the station in Arles

In bed, my back, I'm back; I'm a Sparrow, 

Video game buttons, Electric pulses.

In mind I whisper to him,self,

Pretend to be a Glacier Sleeping, sleeping

              sleeping. 

insecured

Dispense Your Wild Art

You may park at your house on no one's investment. 

Sac of white wet wait what, sack of white wet wait what

want wheat

Green Angel, [injured landscape, Doubting impression, indentured Limb]

....

....

          insecured 

Pizza

     On your back

   In the Sunshine

inflatable nest

vulnerable interest

 

Round mountain 

Oval river stone 

O, Valley of God

O God in my human heart, my soul I pick through with typewriter fingers 

remind us again to not hesitate when we walk across cross walks. 

One is a house invader.

Almost touched 

I think I. 

Tristi, 2nd draft

 Once there were a lady named Mommy and a dog named Tristi. They lived in a nice log cabin by a big bayou with lots of trees and not a lot of people.

It was pristine and beautiful but also sometimes lonely. One night the lady and Tristi came home late and were so tired they went straight to bed.

The weather soon turned angry and woke them up. Rain came down hard and wind blew in fast.

Mommy and Tristi were a little scared, but at least they had each other. The storm rocked their house, their world.

Then lighting and wind knocked down the largest oak which came crashing through the cabin, right between Tristi and Mommy.

They could see each other, but they couldn't get to each other.  Floodwaters surrounded them and flowed through the broken house.

The half that Tristi was in began to drift apart, into the swollen bayou. Mommy screamed.

She wanted to help, but the storm just beat her. Tristi was very scared.

Her woody ice floe sailed away on dark rushing river. Mommy cried a long time as she tried to gather the pieces of her life and try to make everything right again....

Two days later she moved what was left into her parents' home, hundreds of miles away. Tristi lay on a dry bed dirt circled by trees, waiting for Mommy, to go home again.

Rescue efforts had been underway. Thousands were saved.

Tristi ventured to the top of the bank and walked upstream by day

....

There are animals we cannot see.

Get out of here, light and wind in my bedroom!

Human a Human

-

cracker swarm

Human Adjustments 

Hermanos preparados

Crackers warm.

"Beast of Foreign Alienation"

Flanet Pitness

Flatness et Pin

I am all out of money; I would like to be human

A human.

Triangulated Warbler

I am gonna eat a fish.

Real Live Fish

First Pascha

 Body and blood sing about the end of life which is not really any End; it is just.

I am seven percent

Observe and pretend and participate

Pray return

Here's all of them I wish they are all

They and He and we and I

Good bye for now four forever

I love you we love you have a good night.

 It's just Angi now. We sold the 's List to Craigslist. They're Craigslist's List now.

https://twitter.com/30RockQuoteOTD/status/1196170393448374272?lang=en

Scenery Humble

 Scenery Humble

Typone shuffled their feet on the uncleaned tilish linoleum, watching the doorway which was doorless. The day had been heating itself intently. The high humidity made Typone's skin and hair slick and sticky. They could not move slowly enough... Water droplets trailed down the white concrete walls. They felt about to reunite with their acquaintance, Julius Ervin, but hoped he was forever away.

Blueness outside enveloped the long, wide leaves, as abundant as they were breath-taking. No breath was given, no breath left. A few colossal clouds conquered above and metered as snails. Eyes aglaze and ablaze, Typone almost winced at the relatively sudden appearance of Julius - gunshot to their gut. No reaction, prolonged stasis...

        

Work Art

 

 SINCERE   SURREAL 

WALLABY APOLOGY 

I Have to Record Smthng Actually Right Now

" It gives me so much Everything."

The beanstalk falling towards the floor of the universe, a little bit of dryer dirt stuck to the inside of my upper right eyelid. It tickles like knives and forks. I try to understand that eating People is eating animals is Fungus, bacteria, viruses living inside of human cells. Homo sapiens is an intelligent life form.

I broke the bottom of the beanstalk where the particles of soil drip like the Lord's oil, anti-gravity into the Heaven of the sky of the planet Earth. It grows very thin at the edge of the atmosphere. My throat expands to 20 times its average girth. Now we are leaving superstition; and bereave how great the money pit can sink. My life will think about how much time can compare. I look down at carpet fibers. My hair is like a 15-year old sexually active best friend's offspring - rolling my arm is a rolling pin. The bowling balls fall on big toe nails. How come the light that God sheds is watery, and hope can find a turtle shell inside a turtle's face? 

Now how about we grow some peaches at the top, at the tippy top of the beanstalk? And I will talk to you later, when we take a walk. Bye, bye.

[ https://youtu.be/xHWTDkrgOcQ ]

Hemp seed oil

             sEed

hEmp            oIL

            Toil and try

To be a better Guy.

i wonder whats next

 

   I forgot the first two lines.

Squeamish whitehall

Burdunsome squiggle

I can't be real, or do I want to be?

said it to myself,

i wonder whats next

{Perfect lip on her train wedding birth

Grandmothership

Where to catch me? Allbeit over grazegraingalax

The Song Gorillaz, CDs in space

Where to live? happy to let you ask I heard hope 2U

Thank u -: top of the tank, a primate in cloths

wearing, watching, waiting

Before Beginning After End

Right after the beginning and right before the end

Take a left at the center my soul's button.

Quietly wipe my face tonight, a shining example of water turning into light.

Blood in my whisky, trying not to weep, I can only figure out your little hope full of Grace.

Money is no object; my objective is your safe return to the cosmic firefighting all beyound

my sweet saviours.

Lie amoung my choices for flowers and grades of brass, blades of grass, green dreams, wild frosty

Morning of Time

Queen of my quitting all the time

Why I'm still growing old

Now here we go again.

Exhaustion Excitement Lust

 All connect to anxiety

Forms of anxiety

Themes of the River.

After high school classes are Adjourned

I am packing up the work site.

 :   Leave me to be what I feel of my brain in my mind's eye and in my faces' eyes. I.

I'll be in amsterdam in one week then we take a train through belgium to paris

I go to my mom's house again. I pack up my clothing. I pack up what we think I might need or want to live a better little life....

My Elation 

Every moment of the Sunrise 

   infinite number, relativity

Eternity 

Basically Biggest and Best

 For those finding It too difficult to accept or believe,

"God" is basically the answer to everything and They are every question:

So basically just try to imagine all of your wonder and every mystery:

The biggest mystery and the best,

And it feels and is correct.

Correct

Photographs, Telephone Camera

 

fromAndee

Kitchen Corner 

 We make big mistakes all the time, but some often we make on purpose. 

Completer Thoughts; to Still

 I typed in full sentences. It was a healthy exercise. The mind expands and encompasses goodness and light. To bring our "stories" closer, I tell you now, my name was Gregory Wredberg....

He grew up in a bubble of gunk. He may have hoped to be ever sensical. All around, over a landscape of beefs, hogs, sticky trees, dry mud minds, sensitive souls languished at dawns and sunsets, incomprehensible; compromise blossomed. 🌸 

Gregory was a lone soldier sailor, meaning he could only live fighting the ocean.

In the hardest times, he sweated in the perceptions of other human people. The limestone walls of public schools and civil authorities hunted all their embarrassments. He was alone indefinitely with his family and passersby in life. A diminishing percentage were interesting at all, like a book, a singular thought. Television was the thing to do. 

Impossible to say

Intermission 

The End 

After CBS Sunday Morning, I love John Fetterman. He reminds me of John Lurie.

 

 I'm a shutin. I'm an American hostel child

Hostile child

Host style 

Thought they were poplar

 

Avery

 Bugle

  Cadre

Money status 

Get things

Death, Cancer

A very Sum

On avery island 

Very sorrow

Glad tide

Bungle the yield 

But makes mistakes gold and yellow damages reputation future of children taught comfertless clothes 

starrchy blues

Unbourn pink

Litller human desk pot

I abstain complete celibate 

Celiac lilac

Brush stroke burn Autonomy . . . .

Aging compass

Monks with realaxing hats

 You're a grandfather now,

So start actin like god. 

The idea began. 

Cows

Cows drive fast in the passing lane.

Marriage lasts until the next refrain.

Broken bodies lie on the side of the freeway between Waco and San Antonio. 

Animals fixate on what kills them.

How many more animal suicides? 

Is non-human inhumane? 

The death of suicide 

The suicide of death 

My Blood is warm-Blooded

Wavy Sailor

Serious Porch

Bicycle repair man got stuck 

hanging on the edge of a roof.

Reparing vinyl libedo nutsack industrial-type velcro fasteners on legendary fascia from commercial residential middlepeople only asserts false lame important opinions. [Begin Luckyhankodenkirch]

The flank steak sits thick on the kitchen's stone.

Time's revived by shyness shamans. 

I knew a little boy in Englewood.

Simple Cheese

Singing Baby

Danse Macabre

For AaronAndee

It was a lot gustier and more wild right before

So Good Your Blessing

Everything's better when

The Pain is dull and consistent.

Having a good sleep is So Good

Are you awake at 5:35?

Maybe i can copy and redirect the contents

I am open to Your Blessing.

I left work 12 hours ago.