Gloria Shift Smile

I'm just tay-kin in what's around,

life is funny, it's going going going and never stopping, even when sleep occurs, still, All goes on. The individual his or her self does not seem to matter yet personal individuality makes impact in energies and thought patterns one comes in to contact with, yet consciousness in this world of earth seems so two-dimensional- yet to be aware, conscious- of all and everything and everyone here- first we must define here and ALL. The great ALL- an eyelash closing upon an idea as the moon shines upon the flower reflection in the puddle on the dirty city street. I push my hair behind my left ear and take a hurried worried breathe, a minor chord strikes in the soundtrack constant, I glance left in the hope to catch another glimpse of...
of what i felt in my heart just a ...
minute or so ago...
i think... so called...

i'm alone in my kitchen with the cluttered table over top of the collection of dirty shoes, the wind picks up and the leaves remind me of how green they really are, and how time keeps going on, the guitar keeps strumming slowly.

and now back,
with one single fantastic breathe the Gloria Shift.

With one single fantastic breathe the Gloria Shift locks in to place
The All
Never to be forgotten head change but only to be looked at through side glace observation the sacred is never to looked at head on straightly eyes open, Fan-tas-tic cannot be seen and can only be described through beat and metaphor, although once the door is opened contact is imminent with all around and thought of...

"The ALL is MIND; The Universe is Mental,"
~The Kybalion

Every word leaving my lips smiles arrows aiming for anyone listening, I offer up freedom and i offer up different ways of thinking and perceiving, the Gloria Shift forever constant.
love.
peace.
understanding.
light.

fractals of wind move the trees and i am thankful yet again for the ever constant flowering of knowledge able to be side glanced, mathematically i give thanks, a smile permeates the universe and goes on forever
goes on forever
I smile to release a magic chain reaction fractal of interpretational grace and reaction, a ripple effect throughout this corner of the milky way, beyond, beyond.

Amazing light of the forever un-namable, no letters are worthy:
your name is an action:
Gloria Shift Smile
;)

astronomy domine

to be honest, or well, more to be an excuse or explanation, i haven't been writing a lot lately on this computer blog thing. life has been making me write with great pens in little notebooks in order to capture feelings crossing my path in places such as not in my room waaaay up here on the forth floor in over-the-rhine. I've been taking cool pictures while participating in walking around this crazy city, drinking wine about every night to help me keep things gravy, creating art spurratically whenever i get a cool idea, stars and purple and red and black. azyah is getting so much more fun, she was always fun, and amazingly she is getting even more fun! we went to the record store so she could pick out a tape for the car: she picked out Pink Floyd's first album Piper at the Gates of Dawn. wo. she liked the picture on the front, and now she always wants me to put it in so she can listen to it. i like it, too. especially astronomy domine. sweeeet. early pink floyd rocks.

computer thing

things have been weird.

the court case is a pain in my ass, but it's going to be all good.
remember: don't sign for weird packages.
:don't listen to pissed off people
:don't stop smiling
:dance your ass of when you get the chance
:don't listen to pissed off people
:fuck the dumb shit

yea.
i've been doing a lot of writing, but not on this computer thing.

wheat penny angels

finding angel head dimes and wheat pennies makes me smile; it assures me that they are still in control and will make it all go back to the wheat days.

The Anglin Brothers: Money Cannot Buy Your Soul

Sweetness, a nice add-on and accompany to furniture building courtesy of IKEA.

Yea.

RPM chip on the shoulder with a good trippy dippy daughter

there are certain people that some of us have in our lives that we know we can call at any time for any thing in the world, people we can depend on to be there for what ever reason we need them for at any given time. in my life there are a few who fit this description, and then there are a few who wear the mask of a pillar but only succeed in being a make-shift palm leaf lean-to ready to battle a hurricane; preaching the best and love but not really any help at all. in fact, the help given is a let-down, and my brain foolishly believes the help will not be like the last time with all the strings and weights attached; the mental anguish from negative and dark condescending chips on a shoulder do not go well with my dip of positive self-worth and healthy self-esteem. my salsa is some of the best around.

us 2 women are amazing and a blessing:

laundry

listening to DuB and roots reggae makes it all good. lee scratch perry, horacy andy, max romeo, toots and the maytals, yea, sunday puttin together furniture and doin laundry.