Bless this. Day one, post one…on the trail of art truth, creative cultivation.
In the REAL:
Last night we hung with Phil, who is a madman office manager, who slings bags of ice on his back and thus gets into events FREE. We walked Haight to find Ameoba Music, where I got a 3 dollar x-box basketball video game. Ariel n I went to the Tenderloin on the 71 bus, the girl hullahooped for the street dudes, and made a dollah. We talked of alienation, wanting to connect, and not. Up in the 9×9 room of our existence we ate greens and a half old avocado. I left late, took the bus, my new game and my laptop to Adal’s apt. We smoked on the roof and played the game, I dunked ridiculously and generally rock at this new game. I am reminded of my rituals with Travis, who can play some Madden, what?! Slept on the carpet, woke, oatmeal..rain rain, cold and no umbrella. But i buy the lavender plant from plant world and its for Ariel in our little box room, soon we are here in Revolution Cafe and the old man plays piano, the Ubafu shakes hands for a blessing. Smoking herb on the doorstep and Plato read beside. Yes.
In the Reflection:
The past kiss of radiance chanced me here.
- by way of yes
- by way of we can do this
- by way of open acceptance
- risk taking change
- growing into things poetry
- stretching into the real of hip hop
- the real of mountain living
- the real of love of her, and her
Now blest by inner gaze abundance.
The street is wet and, peeps is cold, but the shine is bold in faces molded SF.
Here is open, you walk on the street and the culture says hello, the people want to see if you are here.
Loosen thy tongues SF, the city is…the country needs…the state demands you speak.
I will not refuse the call, it is cultivating.
My love encircles me in her arms, we are deeper in, we are spinning, she is the divine woman bringing oneness, this love is sleep and dreams, and when we wake it will still be love. Loud Love.