A Mad Man with Mixed Marbles of Marvel
The locals here say he´s crazy,
Cause he mumbles slices of stories,
Weaving in mythical creatures, ancient locales long gone,
The locals here say he´s crazy,
Cause he mumbles slices of stories,
Weaving in mythical creatures, ancient locales long gone,
Future may be´s, the local news, and unclear utterances,
Well they´re really just whispers,
Of a woman in another place from another time,
The one who fractaled his being to the point,
Well they´re really just whispers,
Of a woman in another place from another time,
The one who fractaled his being to the point,
Where all he can see is infinity,
Cause her divinity shocked his sytem beyond comprehension,
Overloaded it with playful delicious healing vida y sol y luna,
In the aftermath of the great storm, having made all things new,
Uprooted tired trees overly ready to be recycled,
Tossed away old houses no longer taken residence in,
Cause her divinity shocked his sytem beyond comprehension,
Overloaded it with playful delicious healing vida y sol y luna,
In the aftermath of the great storm, having made all things new,
Uprooted tired trees overly ready to be recycled,
Tossed away old houses no longer taken residence in,
For only ghosts live there still,
Silence abounds except for the siren song of sister sea,
The world can finally rest, with a little shut eye well deserved,
Say what of our mad man,
What will become of his heroic heart,
Will they humpty dumpty put it together again,
Or is he lost to us all, still wandering the beaches aimless,
Looking for the sea shells that she sells down by the sea shore,
Unable to discern the difference between her mighty depths or shores,
He wanders in reaching the drop off, beyond is the dark abyss,
When suddenly he gets flashes of her figure + face,
Silence abounds except for the siren song of sister sea,
The world can finally rest, with a little shut eye well deserved,
Say what of our mad man,
What will become of his heroic heart,
Will they humpty dumpty put it together again,
Or is he lost to us all, still wandering the beaches aimless,
Looking for the sea shells that she sells down by the sea shore,
Unable to discern the difference between her mighty depths or shores,
He wanders in reaching the drop off, beyond is the dark abyss,
When suddenly he gets flashes of her figure + face,
Like a strike of luminous lightening,
Reminding the world that we are all electric fire marvel,
Reminding the world that we are all electric fire marvel,
& can move @ superhero speeds of light,
This shocks and startles him cause he swears for a moment,
This shocks and startles him cause he swears for a moment,
she was right beside him here,
But as thunder takes time off he looks to the sky,
But as thunder takes time off he looks to the sky,
Remembers he is away,
Off on an exploration of great discovery, charting new territories,
Uncovering the significance of long lost loves, past life knowings,
& story telling significant substance,
Off on an exploration of great discovery, charting new territories,
Uncovering the significance of long lost loves, past life knowings,
& story telling significant substance,
In which to expand the great library of our lives,
Still though,
Still though,
Who was this one that jostled all preconceptions out of being,
He remembers wings, white with gold that shined & glided gracefully,
Remembers eyes that sparkle like diamands,
He remembers wings, white with gold that shined & glided gracefully,
Remembers eyes that sparkle like diamands,
They would peer into your well to it´s bottom,
Then fill it overflowing with the sweetest satiating nectar,
Flooding you with a cool sense of comfort, of safety, of open,
Remembers a smile able to melt any ice age freeze,
Then fill it overflowing with the sweetest satiating nectar,
Flooding you with a cool sense of comfort, of safety, of open,
Remembers a smile able to melt any ice age freeze,
For she´s filled with a fiery warmth,
One of ancient elder full moon story telling midnight meetings,
Remembers a union of temporal temptuous temples,
One of ancient elder full moon story telling midnight meetings,
Remembers a union of temporal temptuous temples,
With more meaning & intergalactic design that even the gods and goddesses,
Of all the worlds could not have created a better fit,
Remembers a mouth portal housing two formidable guards,
Remembers a mouth portal housing two formidable guards,
With centuries of training for the meeting of another up to par,
It was never dreamed to find a match of equal perfection,
Remembers a heart that beats rhythms of old sing song,
Keeping this groove thang on it´s track,
Remembers a heart that beats rhythms of old sing song,
Keeping this groove thang on it´s track,
Chugging choo choo all down the line,
Her musics a guide for the members of the earthen tribes to follow,
He remembers her magic, barely contained in the holiest of vessels,
A shamanic warrior, an elemental queen, a deity manifested goddess,
He remembers... ¡¡¡FLASH!!!
So if you see him on the sand, the one who seems to have lost his way,
Know that he´s searching for pieces of she,
Her musics a guide for the members of the earthen tribes to follow,
He remembers her magic, barely contained in the holiest of vessels,
A shamanic warrior, an elemental queen, a deity manifested goddess,
He remembers... ¡¡¡FLASH!!!
So if you see him on the sand, the one who seems to have lost his way,
Know that he´s searching for pieces of she,
They come to him in sudden flashes by the sea.
The day before we went snorkeling and rode the mighty tumultous sea, she was slightly worked up on account of our wanting to sea turtles, whales, and dolphins, so she was having performance anxiety and instead just gave a bumpy rollercoaster ride. Diving off of rocks, I and the guide were the only divers, all others jumped in feet first, for I thought I could fly if only for a moment, and instead flew under the blue salty kisses, meanwhile saying good bye to mi expansivos (my glass plug friends), for she swallowed them up and claimed them back to their origins. Now rocking yellow plugs made from mi madres pluma, plastico es muy diverse. It´s fun watching people trip out on you putting big things in your ears, even though most mujeres have earrings, it will be many years till they could with or with out wanting to put anything that grande in them, gravity and time have a funny sense of humor.
I made some new friends from Argentina and Spain, mi amigo Pablo tiene un estomago de enfermo (perdon para mi grammar) GSE (grapefruit seed extract) is such a blessing por que for the first time in three days he is feeling better. How blessed we be being west coast cali kids. One more day of mellowness here, tomorrow we go to Mazunte to see the sea turtle farm and see a more mellow non touristy beach town a 10 minute drive away and manana en la noche we go San Cristobal de las Casas in Estados de Chiapas. High mountain cold forested jungle adventure calls and I welcome a fresh breath of mile high air or at least not sea level although it has been reinvigorating and a nice vacation of mellow sea time lullabies.
How the time seems so much longer than two weeks, but still it has only been un media de mesa. We journey through this place called madre tierra, soaking up the sun, the sea, the sand, the wind, the songs of the shore dancing with the moon. How blessed we be whether its working, studying, playing, dancing, struggling, fighting, creating, or most importantly loving. Saying this from a priveledged place of travel and journeying on a vision quest to find my purpose.
In, The Alchemist, it is written when you say yes to your personal legend that the whole universe conspires to help you bring it into the now. I am not sure what that is because for soo long it has been to solely love, be love, and give love. This feeling I have though is that there is ways in which to concentrate it into a skill, a role, or an ability to help others. Teaching in a school has been a dream, but now unclear to me if that truly is what I should do for will I be truly utilized to my fullest potential or is there more for me. Creation has played a vital role in my progress and medicine for my soul as well as a conduit and a vessel for the universe to work through me. These things will become clear in their due time, but still I wonder what oh what is my purpose. With endless gratitude, love, hope, faith, and holding you all in mi corazon.
My son, my love, my spawn... oh how we miss you. It's been almost a month... pleasure and pain, love and lose and love yet again. I follow your jouney from afar, yet am with you in spirit. Is it wrong that I've given you my dreams, hopes and desires... my wonderlust and loss? no...
ReplyDeleteI am with you in your jouney... wishing you nothing more than everything... nothing less then the universe...
You have always been my best... and will always be.
My jouney will be yet another long hike in September in America (yes my time here is drawing to an end... (an ex-pat is my only future)). John Muir Trail with my friend from the AT...
I LOVE YOU.
OOPA