Moonlight Shining

The Coyote howls to the moon

Moonlight shining down

Paradise we have found

Dancing Coyote

Waiting for the Blue Bus

Where are you taking us driver

Taking the Coyote to Dance with a Star

💫

Galileo Galilei

I worked it out, then I ate the pages I wrote it on and I seem to have forgotten it all.

It seems I always held my self by the hand. I saw it as a child. The child I forgot. I thought it spun around me, but like Galileo Galilei, I found my self spinning around the central sun.

But then the walls melted and I could no longer hide inside my garden. I was carried out into the deep wood filled with 👀s by 🧚‍♀️s I was driven to the top of a cold mountain 🏔 where I met an old man who just muttered about 🦋s and 💐s and then I met a 👧 and we found some 🐕s and 🐠s and live happy on the edge of being filled with 🌺s.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/1561_celestial_phenomenon_over_Nuremberg

Straight Spinner

Spinning round
The central pole
Where we stop
No one knows
Should we slow 
Or should we
Go Go Go

Straight On

”Look down at me and you see a fool

Look up at me and you see a god

Look straight at me and you see yourself”

Love Terrible

I know so little of Love, but I have awoken from my ignorance in the Heart of Love.

It is not a peaceful lake always. She is also a raging tempest, behold her power, it is terribly awesome!

All that dies in the flames is my ignorance.

Love has stalked me through my life, but I have run and hid from Love.

It wanted one thing and would not let me rest until it had it…my sadness.

My heart has broken open and this is good.

A bird stopped by and sang me Gibran’s song to Love…

“When love beckons to you, follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him.

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams

as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun.

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure.

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor.

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips”

Naked Fool

Oh to be free of styling
Oh to be free of caring
Oh to be free of trying
Oh to be free of lying

Freedom was found

By the kiss of my love
By the licks of my dogs
By the rude pricks
By desiring the world
By yelling at the top of my lungs
By meeting all my gods and daimons
By getting it all wrong

Here before
The Sun and the Moon
Stripped naked of my appearance
What remains is freedom